Rooftop of Stark Industries, Saturday

[imafuturist]

One week of classes down and, we'll, Tony would like to claim lovely fall weather was happening, but that'd be a lie. Instead it was still summer and he was multitasking with party planning and waiting on a guest to arrive.

On the roof, yes. It made perfect sense to him.

[expecting one, but open for fellow building dwellers!]

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[imafuturist]

"You might be so lucky," Tony replied. "MODOC is... a giant, floating head. With psychic powers. In charge of AIM... I think."

They went through new leadership whenever the writers needed.

"And that does sound fun. Think I could convince Steve to go on vacation? Can't be any worse than Madripoor, right?"

[craftyladyparts]

"Much larger scale, but it's a pretty apt comparison," Jessica considered. "They do have a forced gladiator tournament they put rabble rousers into. There's probably an 80% chance at least one of you get conscripted into that."

[imafuturist]

"I'm going to need details for this new vacation plan." Oh yes, give Steve something to focus on that wasn't, you know, Civil War stuff.

[craftyladyparts]

"It's a space station called The Wheel, in the Besh Gorgon System," Jessica explained. "There are no planets in the system, so anything heading in that direction is heading to the Wheel. You miiiight be able to get there with Portalocity, but honestly just come to Coruscant and I'll get you hooked up with transport and chain codes to get you in without any problems."

[imafuturist]

"It'll give me time to program some upgrades for you to play with," Tony suggested.

[craftyladyparts]

"That works for me. Just give me a a couple weeks' notice when you're ready and I'll get it all set up," Jessica said.

[imafuturist]

"Excellent." This would end in tears. Tears of science. "What else have you been up to?"