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WHO: Tony and Celty, feat. Cayde, Echo, Jon, Dustin, Gladio
WHERE: Wherever you can be found!
WHAT: This is another delivery post. Some characters are getting gifts! If you want them instead of whoever's name is on the tag, you can try to intercept. Celty's delivering now, though, so you better be clever.
WHEN: As the plants calm down.
WARNINGS: None.

The forge wasn't in such a terrible state. It wasn't all the way out here, at the edge of the city, where Tony was stupid enough to have encourage mutant plants to take over the whole place. In fact, it seemed like some of the work had already been done for him when Tony started his pruning, and what was left was easily fed into the kiln or the furnace as he got them roaring again. It was only natural then to get distracted by what was uncovered as he swept out tangles of brambles and withered flowers. There was a lot more cleanup for him to do than just the housekeeping.

By the time he sent a message to Celty (offer still stand?), there was a pile of packages already gathered by the heavy, metal door of the forge, looking disappointingly small in the reddening light of the sunset to Tony's critical gaze. Back to work, then.

...to Cayde
Bundled in a waxy banana-type leaf, tied with its own stems, is a neat stack of long, slim bullets that look like they belong in a rifle. There's no way that diamond shape debossed into their pointed tips is functional. Right? With them is a tube that looks like it has some rifling in it, that the bullets fit into. Maybe there's a way for Cayde (or a curious thief) to find out.

...to Echo
While this is folded up tightly like a fist inside of a clay box, it's not a hand exactly. There's way too many silver fingers, and a plate of flat glass for a palm. It does look like Echo's scomp link will fit into it.

...to Jon
Tony must be really confused about hands, because this glove doesn't have enough fingers. It could be an archery glove. Is the right name on this silky net of petals? It's not leather, but a very fine, gold mesh that knits denser together along the underside of it.

...to Dustin
In a small, paper box is what might be the worst deck of cards. There aren't very many of them, and they are all made of brass, slim enough that it seems like they might fracture. Their backs are all imprinted with NO FUN, and only one of them appears to have anything on the other side. It looks a lot like braille. As soon as the package is opened, they all vibrate.

...to Gladio
This is a flat package, folded in papery leaves. It's a slim, silver frame with filigreed edges along the pane seated in the centre, where Tony appears to have given Gladio...a picture of himself? Wait a second, and it turns out to be two. Three. He's visibly holding his communication device in all of them, so he must have used a mirror. Maybe it's a suggestion.

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[ The greeting is welcomed and reciprocated in kind. That Tony's suit gives him a bit of additional height isn't necessarily new, but the little difference still always feels a little unfamiliar in the familiarity of Tony's presence and Jon doesn't mind not being entirely used to it.

He raises his brows up at Tony, challenging. ]

The eye was my fault just as much as the plants growing out of proportion being caused by you enjoying a little gardening.

[ There's a compromise to be made here. ]

[There was a distinct difference in that Jon was not actively cultivating sky-eyes, so Tony met his challenging expression with a stubborn frown. Jon made it sound like he didn't think he should be blamed for the eye, though, and Tony wasn't about to argue him out of that position. He pressed another kiss to Jon's forehead instead, working out some of his frustration in a restless pat to his side.]

What's it like downstairs? Disaster?

[His patting became encouragement for Jon to head back that way, so they could sort their living space before they bothered with keeping the lack of books tidy.]

You know who loves cleaning? Lark. You should invite her over for tea. You won't even have to ask, she'll just start doing it.

[ Jon shrugs, but turns around to head back over to the basement entrance. ]

Some of the plants manages to break through the walls so we have some large roots to deal with. Not as bad as up here, however, which is fortunate. It still means there are cracks in the walls downstairs that need to be taken care of.

Not a problem. Plenty left over from putting the lab together, we'll be done within the hour with time left to give you a thorough clean, too.

[Those were cracks that probably should have been dealt with while Tony was building the lab in the first place, so there wasn't a place for the roots to have pushed through. He started to let his shoulders droop guiltily, only to gather himself quickly to ready a smile for Jon.]

I know you said you wouldn't get into my head...[Carefully.] But, that thing you did, when we were fighting on that other planet, in the cave, can you just do that, any time? Does it have to be...real?

[ 'Within the hour' sounds rather optimistic, but Jon won't argue about having a strict schedule they have to adhere to. So he simply keeps walking down the stairs into the basement where Tony quickly will spot some of the finer ends creeping their way along the ceiling and walls in their search for soil and nutrients. ]

What do you mean by real?

[ He asks with an inquisitive tilt of his head while a few mothcats follow along downstairs, one darting ahead to play with the roots and using a thicker part as scratching post. ]

At that time I just shared what I saw. It wasn't too intrusive, was it?

No--I mean, kind of--yes.

[He wasn't about to say he liked having images of bugs projected into his brain, but that didn't mean it wasn't useful while he was blind. He set his helmet aside on the desk to follow the mothcat along the root it chose, searching for where it sprouted through the wall to start pulling them free.]

That glove can only show me what you're actually doing, not what you theoretically want to do. So I was thinking, you know, how useful that would be, if you could just show me, not what this room looks like now, but what you think it should look like when we're done. What you need your office to be. What you want your suit to be.

[He was still tipping his head from side to side, though, as he worked, still at no-kind of-yes.]

But then--I don't know, in a situation like that, in a fight, are you showing me the truth, are you showing me what I might see with my own eyes if I had that perspective, or are you showing me how you understand it? Going through some filter, distorted by the process.

[ While Tony starts to work on one of the big roots, Jon returns to cleaning up the mess made by the invading roots. Though his work is quickly coming to a halt due to Tony's words and the frown they put on Jon's face.

But he does nod, slowly. ]

What you saw back then was exactly what you would see, yes. I admittedly never tried making anyone see anything that wasn't real. In fact, I- I haven't actually used this ability before. But I knew I... Well. That I could.

[ He pauses to take a breath. ]

Jonah Magnus - The man that used me to summon the apocalypse... He used this power to torture people. Making them learn truths they would have rather avoided. The truth is something remarkably many people fear.

[It took Tony a moment to realize he couldn't hear Jon moving around anymore, and he turned after ripping up another invader to raise his eyebrows, then still as well, inquisitive and apologetic.]

I'm not asking you to do it again. If you don't want to.

[ Jon gives another shake of his head. ]

That's... Not it. I just wouldn't want to impose it on anyone who would rather not have anyone deposit information into their head.

[ And they both know how Tony thinks about Jon accessing his head. ]

I never considered it as a means to share ideas, if that's what you were suggesting.

I am...considering the different ways it would be useful. The torture thing, that's...

[He tipped his head with a grimace, looking equal parts willing to accept that this was awful, and dubious of its effectiveness. Putting the bugs in his head was not pleasant. He couldn't quite imagine being told the truth of something was any worse than anything he already knew. Exposing those truths to someone else sounded much more terrifying.]

Sharing ideas instantaneously, without all of the noise, that's the ideal, that's what we've been working toward since the invention of language. How anyone could make that safe, though--I wouldn't trust anyone else on this planet with that ability. I probably couldn't help myself, I'd torture people with it.

[It took some processing as he spoke, but his focus was suddenly intent back on Jon when he was done.]

Is that why you don't actually know everything?

I appreciate your trust.

[ Jon nods this very appreciation, though not without a cautiously raised brow at the little admission that follows these words. Though it probably shouldn't be that surprising, really. Tony likes to talk and he literally texts with his mind, so being able to share his very ideas without putting them to words? Not everyone would enjoy that overload of creativity. In many ways it's not that different from the Eye spooling information right into his mind.

The question has Jon pause for a moment as he considers it. In the end, he nods with a small shrug. ]

I suppose. The Eye... It only knows what it has been able to observe. It can't see into other dimensions and this place has proven many times that it is well capable of limiting our powers. Considering I am the only direct link Beholding has to this world, everything it knows it learned through me.

Yeah, that, but--more than that. There's things here that you don't know, that you choose not to know.

[He could have Known what Tony was doing, what he had made for him, after all. There was an established boundary there, of course, but that wasn't all, was it? Boundaries were meant to be tested.]

What is it that you're afraid of?

[ To this, Jon falls silent, eyes dropping down to the floor before him, his frown deepening. ]

You know the answer to that question, Tony. I'm afraid of hurting someone. I have seen what happened to some of the Archivists that came before me. What they became. I- I have accepted that I'm no longer human, but... I don't want to turn into a monster, Tony. That's what I'm afraid of.

[Tony did know this answer that Jon was giving him, and the fact that he gave it again now did nothing to assuage Tony's concern that there was something Jon was afraid to know about himself. Without clearer direction, though, Tony had to release a sigh, then give an impatient flick of his hand for the armor he wore to slide back and let him step out, smaller and more vulnerable and only the undersuit between him and what horrors a monster might inflict as he approached Jon. He didn't quite reach for Jon, but got close, bowing his head to touch against Jon's frown.]

Those aren't your only two options.

[ Jon holds Tony's gaze with his own and while the slight touch edges a small smile into the corners of his mouth, his overall expression remains one of stern determination. ]

No. But these are the ones I'm afraid of and will do what I can to avoid.

[ That he found a way to make his powers be useful during that encounter with a bugs is a very clear success in Jon's books. A success that agrees with all the times Tony has been insisting that he could be more. ]

I count on you to remind me if I start heading down the wrong path.

[Tony started to shake his head, a small movement that was aborted with some frustration. As far as he could tell, Jon had no reason to be afraid of this possible monster, but it wasn't like Tony could rationalize him out of that fear. Which primed him all the more to breathe a laugh of surprise for what wonders Jon apparently thought he was capable of, and he raised cautioning hands to Jon's arms.]

I don't think I could stop you from doing anything you set your sights on.

You may not think so, but I know you can.

[ Jon offers a smile. This is very similar to what Tony has been telling Jon several times. An advice Tony would do well to heed himself. ]

But that aside- You are asking me to possibly share... Ideas. I suppose that's what you were going for.

[That sounded to Tony like Jon was either underestimating how powerfully stubborn he was, or overestimating Tony's willingness to slow him down, which earned him another huff of a laugh, then squeeze of his cheeks between both of Tony's hands to keep him still for another kiss to his forehead.]

Something like that. Listen, everything I make is incredible, you're going to be impressed either way, but so far, I basically know how you work under pressure, with garbage. I don't really know what your ideal is, what you would be if you had everything you wanted, and my extrapolation could be way off, you know, between the magic thing, and the different Earth thing. Gladio thinks 'dating' is the same thing as trading phone numbers, I'm not sure I can make calls like that anymore.

My ideal...

[ Jon repeated the words with a small exhale that is followed by a frown. ]

That's... Not something I ever had to think about.

[ Never having either the money or the option, Jon has gotten used to work with what he had or could afford. Simple limits he had just accepted as such. ]

That's not true.

[This is such an alien concept that Tony seems to take personal offence. Every day was about making the next one better, so Tony had to take a moment to recover from this shock before he was flapping his hands insistently, then leading Jon toward the desk, which had to be swept free of some brittle leaves before Tony could indicate that Jon should sit.]

It's easy, listen, you're doing it all the time. You're in your perfect new office, you're working away, first thing in the morning, cats aren't even awake, everything is in its place and nothing has exploded yet. You can see that, right? Let's--here, you've already got this one in the chamber--I come in to bring you your coffee and a kiss. What am I wearing?

[The whole time, he's gesturing to demonstrate the space that isn't there, and ends perched on the edge of the desk, leaned on one hand with his head on his shoulder with a wickedly encouraging grin.]

[ While Tony talks, Jon follows along and sits when indicated, watching Tony gesture as he listens to the man's words. He has to wonder what his perfect new office would even be. A desk, a chair, some drawers... Though he doesn't get to complete that thought as Tony finishes on a question that leaves Jon blinking at him, eyes wide. ]

W-well. Realistically some pants and a shirt.

[ That's what Tony is wearing most of the time ]

Unless you're wearing your armor...

[Tony's shoulders drooped, and he started to roll his eyes dramatically before realizing he really could only blame himself for the rejection, and transitioned the motion into a short nod of acceptance. He gathered his helmet as he pushed away from the desk again to return it to where he had left the rest of the Iron Man, which cascaded with a subtle shifting of plates and flicker of lights as it was completed and rebooted. It turned, apparently autonomously, to continue pulling the roots from the walls as Tony pointed away, down the hall toward his shop.]

Gonna have to clean this place up first anyway. Most of this can be spackled, but some of these holes'll take more than that, should see if there's enough to make more concrete.

[ The sudden shift in Tony's demeanor isn't lost to Jon and he is quick to step forward, armed with a frown. ]

But I'm not wrong! Don't act as if I just gave you the wrong answer, Tony.

No, you're--it's not a test.

[On this they did agree, but Tony looked more frustrated now, stalled from his concrete venture to pace back with tense fists.]

I'm trying to be patient, and not run ahead so you don't have to give me that look again, and it's not really coming out yet, sorry, it's a work in progress, I'm working on it. You have time to think about it.

[ Where Tony is frustrated, Jon finds himself rather confused by that entire reply, which leaves him frozen on the spot in an attempt to understand. ]

...wha-?

[ Well, that's a question. ]

I don't understand.

[ A conclusion. One he doesn't necessarily like. ]

...fine. Let's... Focus on the mess first.

[ Meanwhile he will try to untangle all that was just said. ]

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