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[Roland sits amid wood, nails, and wire, scattered in a few small piles across the overgrown back yard. A little ways behind him, eagle-eyed viewers might notice a chicken in the process of laying an egg.]

Fiona Gallagher's... gone home. She, ah-- [He shakes his head, starts over, nodding at the house his camera's not at the right angle to show.] Anything in there's fair game. Odin 107, I mean. I won't be needing any of it. The door'll be open. Probably food and furniture, mostly - anything in the cupboards or refrigerator, anything not nailed down, bar the refrigerator and stove. I think the place came with those. [He shakes his head again, realizing he might be starting to ramble.] Doesn't matter. Corn, beans, squash plants in the back. Take them. Can probably see 'em behind me somewhere.

[Another chicken starts to peck at his sleeve and he lifts his arm, blinking at it.] Ah. Couple chickens, if you can catch them. Is that all? I think... I could probably use a couple extra hands to get all this wood and a couple of these plants over to Freyr district. And I... to be honest, I could probably use the company.

Bowls. I'll need a few of the bowls to transport these plants in. Other than that... Plates, silverware, clothes, bedding. Doesn't matter. I'll be leaving once it's empty. If I'm not here, don't take any of the magic plants. I'll find you. [The tone of that last is too absent for it to sound like a threat. It sounds, if anything, like an afterthought.]

The door's open. Have I said... [He has, probably. Roland shakes his head again, grimacing at himself, and cuts the feed.]

(ooc: If your character would drop by, this post doubles as a log post. Either prose or this format works, I'm comfortable with either.)

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[He's already shaking his head when he starts the recording.]

The last thing I need is to get drunk again. Or hungover.

[Fiona'd made him some sort of hangover cure last time. She'd laughed at him, of course, but she'd been very kind. The thought isn't particularly relevant, but it passes through his mind anyway.]

But I could use one or two. [One corner of his mouth drifts up a little.] Wouldn't be the first drink I've had with someone who doesn't like me.

[He half-turns, looking the yard over, and waves a hand at it.]

Even if you'd rather not... all this, I wouldn't mind buying you a few. Just name the time and place.

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Hey, I'll "all that" if you need the help. Believe me, I know what it's like to have to empty out someone's room. If I could have gotten someone else to do it for me, I would have jumped at the opportunity.

[For a heartless capitalist, Tony certainly does do a lot of good things. He just doesn't like anyone to mention them. It's embarrassing and messes with his bad boy image.]

So, I'll help you move some stuff, we'll get one or two drinks, and call it anything but a bro date.

I'm not actually sure what it is I need to do here. [Roland rubs his jaw, still looking everything over, and sighs a little.] I do know I need to move the rest of the plants and this wood. I know, too, that I could use the company of a friend.

[He pauses, maybe managing to give the impression that he's about to smile without actually doing it.]

Or whatever it is you'd rather we be to one another.

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Friends. I'm good with friends,.

[Tony smiles back, more of a smirk, but he nods, already beginning to pack up his work.]

I'll bring a dolly to help the moving process. The sooner we get this moved, the sooner we can get that one or two beers.

[He opens his mouth, pauses, then sighs, not really having it in him to puzzle over unfamiliar words right now.] Whatever that is, I'm sure it'll be of help if you say it will. The only things that truly matter are these plants and the parts of their greenhouse that I've been taking apart. They need to go back to, uh, to Ananael. I'm not sure... I don't think you've been there.

It's a wheeled cart.

[It is almost painful to have to explain things in normal English.]

Ananael, nah never even heard of it. They probably need a better tourism board.

A potions shop. Herbs. [He waves a hand, dismissive. The details don't really matter.] I've been running it since Castiel left.

[There's the smallest hesitation after Catiel's name. Not because they'd been close - they hadn't been - but because it reminds him Fiona's gone. Ridiculous, but he thinks that's probably the way it's going to be with him for a while.]

A few things here ought to be brought there. Ought not be left. But there's not much. Everything else...

[He looks over it all yet another time, and shrugs.]

Got it. Well, just let me close up shop, and I'll be over there.

[It only takes him about 30 minutes to finish his project and cross the city--mostly because it's a lot faster to fly than it is to wander the narrow streets.

He knocks at the door of the room, calling out.]

Hey, cowboy. I brought that dolly you asked for.

[Instead of opening the door Roland walks around the side of the building, flicking the last tip of his cigarette to the ground and walking over it.]

Good of you to come. I, ah, someone brought a cart earlier, but I didn't think to mention- all we got moved was the glass.

[He's not usually the forgetful type. But, well. Today.]

[Tony blinks, startled a bit by the other man's sudden appearance, but he masks it with a laugh.]

Yeah well, it's forgivable considering the circumstances.

So, what do we have left to move?

[He's not very tactful, but at least he's making an attempt.]

Come around the back.

[He turns, waving for Tony to follow.]

What used to be the greenhouse... I have to rebuild it behind the shop. Might take longer than it did the first time.

[Roland shakes his head. There's no reason Tony would want to know that.]

Your, ah, your suit. How's that coming along?

[Tony shrugs, following Roland with the dolly dragged behind him.]

It's... coming. I've got an alternative that'll roll out soon for mass consumption. But, as far as restoring JARVIS or any real semblance of what it once was, the magic in the air here pretty much ruins anything more high tech than a modern toaster.

[He's just a little resentful of that fact.]

Yet you managed to design something anyway.

[He'd been asking out of politeness - and, honestly, for some little distraction - but now Roland stops beside the pile of what was once a small but fair sized greenouse and turns toward Tony with a hint of genuine interest.]

Can it do anything similar to what your suit could do?

[Tony shrugs, following Roland's lead with what to pack up and what stayed.]

Similar, yeah, but working with runic magic intertwined with the basic tech that this place allows. Imagine a lightweight suit of armor with some extra perks--flame resistance for one.

We're moving into the test phase soon.

That sounds promising. [He starts loading all the wood and wire onto the dolly. May have no clue what to do with the rest of it, but this does need to be moved so it's this he'll start with.] Plan to have any healers standing by, in case it doesn't work?

Healers standing by? What do you think we're goin' to be doing with this armor during testing?

[He laughs, but gives a nod after a moment of consideration.]

Okay, so yeah, a medic or two might be a good plan.

You plan to make it resistant to flame, aye? [He looks up at Tony, one corner of his lips twitching up in response to that laugh.] I think you're going to be setting it on fire. And probably hitting it with something heavy.

[Roland leans back, looking at the wood in front of him.]

That enough? Or can your dolly handle a heavier load?

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