With a turkey--still alive and a bit angry--and more left over Chinese food than anyone could rightly eat, Tony had been left enjoying his time looking over Black Friday sales. Not because he needed to save the money, but because it was fun.

But at the moment, he was going to mess with Tyler the best way he could. By giving him overly expensive gifts.

They had a very special relationship.

[[For that guy]]

Tony didn't have a project to bring upstairs with him this evening. Oh no, he was far too busy watching Charlie Brown and feeling disturbingly nostalgic.

He'd call someone a moron extra next week to make up for it, okay?

[[Open apartment for those with cause to be there!]]

With the sole purpose of letting his poor pilots have a job again, Tony and Tyler had gone to Sweden.

For hot dogs.

And, by some unhappy coincidence, it also ended up being Sweetest Day. So, in order to survive the potential saccharine sweet holiday, they proceeded to get very, very drunk. And now it was time to try these fabled Swedish hot dogs.

"/Two with everything,/" Tony said, slurring his Swedish only a little.

[[For that guy]]

Tony hadn't had anyone visit him this weekend. Tony was blissfully uninterrupted while staying down in the lab to work on the suit.

No, this totally wasn't an obsession.

Really.

[[For a guest and one after]]

Having handwavily had Jarvis call people for him--he was a very busy man, thank you--Tony was taking a small break from work.

To play poker.

Oh yeah, this could only end well.

[[For those guys]]

In some magical world where Tony Stark went on actual dates that weren't for show or to get laid... this might be a good one.

You got enough decent science in something and he was more than happy to go along for the ride. With only minimal bitching about the watering down of what the concepts were!

"No media so far," Tony said.

[[For oooone]]

After a day handwavily spent somewhere in Bolivia 'testing' the durability of the suit again, Tony remembered the promise to Tyler he'd made.

After the fact.

...yeah, he should probably call one of them before someone got angry.

After he was finished with the new data from the flight home. And had taken care of a few of the burn marks on the suit. And had Jarvis get to work on ordering more titanium.

[[For that blond super soldier in town]]

Having caught enough information on the news and a few well placed... less than legal looks in the military and SHIELD databases, Tony managed to pinpoint the most recent camp for the Lord's Resistance Army.

Oh, it wasn't a secret, of course. Politics tended to stop people from making a move when it was so sorely needed.

That would be where Tony--pardon--Iron Man came into play.

"I believe those belong to me," Tony said through the filtered, mechanical tone of the suit once he landed and pin-pointed the stockpile of Stark weaponry.

They opened fire, of course, and he just grinned and went to work.

[[NFB due to distance]]

Tony was most certainly not back in a rut with his little vacation having finished. He'd... left the lab. Three times.

It was an improvement!

And he had the news on this time instead of blaring music. CNN, MSNBC, BBC World News, Al Jazeera... All on a nice loop to keep him up to date of certain things.

[[For that guy]]

The B&B was... interesting. And quaint.

And made Tony think of--had he known his grandmother--her house. With worse taste. The wallpaper alone was enough to keep him awake all night in horror.

That was probably why he was drinking coffee in the kitchen then. Probably.

[[For those guys]]

After enjoying his female form, Tony had been... maybe just a tiny bit obsessed with working in his lab. There had been ideas for better systems and more streamlined suits that came up while stuck in Japan. So he was starting work on yet another version.

This was going to end badly. One can't live on coffee and frozen food until the off chance someone might bring him more nutrition.

And he was in desperate need of a shower by now.

[[For some guys who need purple pants and a hammer]]

The thing with Tony was that he managed to love several inanimate objects by virtue of having built them with painstaking care. So, really, if he knew what the point of this weekend was, he wouldn't be surprised at all.

Luckily he didn't, so...

"Good morning sir, it's ten thirty in the morning. Would you care for the weather?" Jarvis saw nothing different about today other than he had legs. And hands. But those were minor details.

Tony just made a noise and shifted to keep the sleepy warmth with Tyler in bed with him and ignore the AI that suddenly sounded a lot closer than normal.

[[For that guy!]]

Tony was... hung over. The kind where moving wasn't going to happen anytime soon, thank you very much. He hadn't had something this bad in far too long. Normally he knew his limits, but last night...

Oh, the singing.

And then coming to see Tyler and he was almost certain if he opened his eyes something bad would happen.

[[For that guy there]]

Tony was much more relaxed after this afternoon. Maybe even a little smug if you were looking closely.

Though, that could also be because he had what appeared to be G4 on the television to pick apart the latest gadgets they were hailing as the next big thing. Or maybe the Chinese food. It was a classy evening, you could tell.

Now all he needed was one last component.

[[For that person]]

Where else would Tony be on a Tuesday evening?

Oh right, off being a billionaire playboy. None of that lately. He was, however, managing to work on that Howard Hughes image he was so terribly keen on.

This suit would be done in record time and he... would smell horrible if this kept up.


[[For that guy person]]

It was almost time for teaching to start up again, so Tony had decided this called for some sort of party. To mourn their sad descent back into dealing with children.

Well, two of them were. Tyler was working somewhere that was not for Tony and this was good on so many levels. For them both.

"Don't spend too much on the ladies, I'm not made of money," Tony informed the ones with him. Steve... well, this was going to be a bit of a surprise because he didn't think the man would come to one of these places willingly. "I'm kidding, of course."

[[For those guys he hangs out with. And no Nazi bees, damn it!]]

Tony had made plans to meet Tyler for a drink tonight. Intellectually he knew this and had even had a suit set out upstairs and waiting for him.

In reality... he was in the lab, finishing up a few small details on Miss Boxer's gauntlets. He'd had a sudden insight into how to make them smaller and was figuring out if that decreased the energy output from the repulsors.

In other words 'busy busy busy'.

[[For that guy]]

Tony was sleeping for a change this morning. This in itself was a bit of a shock considering he hadn't even needed a few glasses of scotch to drift off last night.

So now he was simply enjoying the ridiculously high thread count sheets and the calm, quiet morning.


[[I DEMAND SPAWN TO RUIN THIS. DEMAAAAAAAAND.]]

Working late was nothing new. Working late on his birthday... also nothing new. There was no overly ambitious party with people he hadn't actually met before. But they were the right people to have there, so...

This was much more comfortable. Starting work on the suit's prototype. A few changes to see how easy it would be to adapt it for Lindsay shouldn't be too hard.

[[For one and then another. Braaaaaains!]]

So, perhaps Tony didn't make it a habit to stay the night on his trysts normally. But he had actually slept so, he considered it good enough reason.

And that would be why he was in the kitchen of 13 Griffin Way this morning--wearing what appeared to be a pair of stolen pajama bottoms-- like he owned the place. There was coffee to be had. Of course, he was now thinking he ought to give Lindsay a raise and hope she used it to buy better coffee.

Snob.

[[For the people who live theeeere]]