(semi-closed) far out past the astral plane

[rehandle]

Who: Stephen Strange (rehandle) & others
What: currently just closed starters for all things event & event-adjacent, may do something open later!
When: Late July through August.
Where: Excelsior & elsewhere
Content Warnings: will update as needed/add in comment subjects



starters in the comments this was a fake cut for the lyric aesthetic

( if anybody wants to plot things pls do hit me up via pm/miscreates/sculpts @ disco. )

Comments

[rehandle]

[ The lift of his head is slow and considered as the Iron Man touches down, corners of his mouth drawn downward, demeanour oddly withdrawn. But as his gaze lands on a familiar face his eyes widen in clear surprise. An involuntary little breath tugged in, expression faltering, jaw going slack. ]

Tony Stark.

[ There's something to his voice too, some hesitant breathy quality, a lift in the pitch and a croak in the words ... damage? or - disuse. He cants his head as he raises himself to his feet, smooth but slow, life in .75 speed. ]

It's you, isn't it? You you, not...

[ A faint twitch of fingers at his side discounts the relevance of millions of other Starks as he treads carefully down over the uneven terrain of his concrete perch, closing some of the space between them with steady steps. His attention leaves Tony's face only to trace down over the suit, take in the detail, confirm what he suspects.

His expression is tremulous, open, the slightest helpless uptick pulling at the corner of his mouth as he comes to a halt maybe a metre and a half away.

He's right there... and yet the cloak hangs back with Tony, hovering resolutely at his shoulder. ]

This place sure is something.