Intro | Ten Forward, at the bar

[funnythingsare]

It was not the first time Tony had come to in a bar he didn't remember. That hadn't happened in awhile, but then, his problems with sleeping were recent. Maybe he was reverting. Christ, he hoped not. Pepper would never let him hear the end of it.

The decor was a bit outdated, a bit nineties. And this wasn't like any blackout he could remember. He didn't feel as though he'd lost time. Just, one moment he was in his workshop, and the next, he was here. This was cause for some concern, of course. Which was why he turned to the bar and ordered a scotch.

The better to blend in, of course.

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[tragic_optimist]

"Like you wouldn't believe," The Doctor said, exasperated as the screen flickered time and again without showing a thing. "Blasted wreck of a machine! I wish I had access to my TARDIS, get the tools I need, but then I wouldn't need a Time-Space Vicualizer, now would I?"

The doctor puts the piece of machinery down while finally turning to look at the person there.

"Ah, yes, but I've been rude. I'm The Doctor. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister...?"