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WHO| Tony Stark, Momoko Ryugasaki
WHAT| A chance meeting that cannot possibly go well...
WHEN| Just a few days before the next Games start.
WHERE| Outside the training center.
WARNING/NOTES| None at the moment.

Logically Momoko knew this was stupid of her, that skipping out on training more and more as the Games drew closer wasn't a smart strategy. On the other hand, even more logically, Momoko couldn't help but realize that cramming in hours of combat and survival training wasn't going to really help at all, in the end. Not when there were hardened military men and the like entering that same Arena. Not to mention whatever else waited for the tributes in there.

She still shuddered to think of the terrifying mess that was the Victor Crowning party. No amount of training in the little time she had left could prepare her for an entire arena of that. So why should she waste her last few days of relative freedom and luxury in pain and sweating in the gym?

She shouldn't, Momoko had decided, and promptly slipped out when her mentors were looking the other way, secure in the depressing knowledge that they wouldn't bother looking for her. She left the building through a back exit, more to avoid being bothered by Citizens she was in no mood to deal with than anything, already planning what lacey Lolita fare she would replace her gym outfit with upon reaching her rooms.

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Tony chuckles at her... well, he doesn't think it's a threat. A warning maybe. Or just some way to tell him to shut his trap. Larger and more impressive people have tried, and failed. But this isn't... it isn't working. He's not sure just yet what he's looking for from her, but she's shutting him down before he can figure it out.

Some kind of truce maybe? She's a little firecracker that's for sure. Maybe even endearing in a collectors item kind of way. Just a high school girl who likes to embroider....he doesn't want to underestimate anything around here but she's not given any indicators that she would be a strong ally to him. But Tony's pretty damn sure he doesn't want her to come to harm either.

"Ryugasaki, yeah," Tony just shrugs. "I know your name. District 7. Your teammate, little Norman Bates, murdered the girl he was paired up with last time. Straight up murdered a slew of people without blinking an eye. Actually? I think he might have smiled a little. I watched the footage this morning. Just be careful, alright. Might be superfluous advice at this point, I know. But the point is... question the hell out of anything anybody tells you. Even the people who say they're on your side."

"Murdering is the point of the arena," says Momoko, but it's a weak retort. She's seen the footage too, watched some of it live, so she can't fault Tony's logic there. "But," she continues reluctantly. "Tate might be...more than just trying to survive." She shrugs, trying for flippant and missing the mark. "I don't leave training early just because I don't like fighting."

She hesitates, debating with herself for a long moment, but this is the first time she's had a chance at an alliance where she can actually bring something to the table. She takes a step closer to Tony, lowering her voice. "I don't like him. He's too much like the people here. But I do watch him train. I have an idea of his strategies." This is possibly an exaggeration. Most of what Momoko's actually caught sight of is generic combat/survival training much like her own, but still. "If you're really interested in some sort of alliance and you're not just talking for the sake of talking."

She takes a step back and gestures at the elevators. "I need to change, before anything else." She wrinkles her nose. "At least the uniforms at school I never had to wear for more than an hour."

Tony pulls a face, a smirk of sorts, though it isn't so much of a smile as it is a 'yep, that's what I'm telling you' face, "I did notice the murder thing, yes. And though it may be a surprise to hear it, I don't talk for the sake of talking. Much. Some people would argue against that I'm sure."

"Why don't you go put on something more comfortable and you can I could blow this popsicle stand for a few? Grab a bite to eat and see if they have a decent martini around here," he offers her, not sure if she's going to agree to this at all or not. Quite frankly, he hasn't really decided if he cares if she does or not, either.

It's on the tip of her tongue to point out that she's several years shy of the legal drinking age when she realizes she's not in Japan anymore and so far she's been refused nothing when she asked, aside from a ride home. It might be nice to have a glass of wine for the first time before her inevitable, if not permanent, death. She could eat as well. "Alright," she agrees, already moving towards the elevator. "Deal."

She changes quickly once she gets to her rooms, more out of a dislike of her current outfit than because of Tony waiting downstairs, but regardless it's less than fifteen minutes before she's heading back down in a yellow and pink version of her usual lacey Lolita fare, with a matching parasol to boot. She's not really certain what this Tony can offer her--mostly he's made obvious comments about their situation and who to avoid in the arena--but it's not like talking with him could make things any worse.

Last time he'd been in Tokyo, he'd seen girls dressed like her, so Tony isn't exactly surprised when she comes down dressed like a porcelain doll. But he isn't quite sure what he actually thinks about it yet. To each their own really... it does amuse him to picture Natasha dressed in a get-up like Momoko's. Imagining Pepper dressed like that though, feels weird and inappropriate somehow. And he's actually quite accustomed to inappropriate thoughts and Pepper, but there are boundaries or something. Tony isn't really sure.

"I'm impressed," he offers her. "Even I have a hard time changing that quickly."

Momoko smiles and preens, just the slightest bit. "I'm used to it," she says simply. "A true Lolita has at least three outfit changes each day." They're still inside but she flicks her parasol open anyway, enjoying the feeling of security it gives her. "What's a martini?" she asks absently, moving towards the door and assuming he'll follow. She doesn't really know much about alcohol and has never really cared to look into it before. She only knows that martinis are alcoholic thanks to movies.

Lolita. Right. He knew there had to be a term for... that. "Well that seems... fluffy."

He steps out of harms way of her parasol, blinking up at it for a moment and, deciding it's probably best not to spew out whatever superstitious mumbo-jumbo that pops into his head about bad luck and opening umbrellas indoors and that it probably isn't good to push her luck, but he isn't really superstitions and he'd rather talk about martinis anyway.

"And they're delicious," Tony answers. "But maybe we'll start you out with something a bit sweeter. Chocolate or strawberry something or other."

Momoko frowns slightly but decides against commenting on 'fluffy'. She's beginning to wonder if he even pays attention to what comes out of his mouth. What exactly is fluffy about her clothes?

"Sweet is good," she says instead, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Apparently they were forgoing Arena strategy discussions for the moment to talk about Momoko's alcohol education. Considering how she preferred to spend her time pretending her time in the Arena wasn't rapidly coming up, she was rather okay with this. "I like sweet." She glances down the street when they exit the building and frowns again.

"I don't know any place to eat," she confesses. "I eat in my rooms. Or at," she wrinkles her nose. "--the 'parties'."

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oh god i apologize for basically the latest tag ever

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