<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/R2GySfh/cap.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>The Captain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344029.msg16244773#msg16244773)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Velvet Underground T-Shirt/Cargo Pants/Work Boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Morgan Stark, Other Gathered Folk<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>It takes him a few moments to realize... well, a few things.<br/><br/>One, the young woman he had been chatting with is not just some random kid in a fancy tower. She is wearing a familiar looking suit. Well, okay, different, but he knows the design. You do not live in New York and miss the style of suit. How had he missed that she was wearing it, though? The hangover must be killer.<br/><br/>Two, despite the banter, she does not seem happy that he is there. The word trespasser seems to highlight that.<br/><br/>Three, those Legion suits. Yeah, Legion is the right word. Or was it garrison? Squadron seems wrong. Anyway, the Iron Man style suits. They are guardians of some sort. And that means...<br/><br/>`Oh ho no no no. Let's back this up a step, Miss... I'm going to guess Stark from context clues. I'm not trespassing. If anything, that thing there kidnaped me out of the sky.`<br/><br/>He points to the flying crate that had knocked him off course and all but dragged him into the building. Not by design. Just dumb luck. And then he looks over the suits again, and back to her.<br/><br/>`Now if you don't mind standing down the shiny toys. I've got a hangover, so I'll take the elevator on out of here. Unless you want me to make origami of your robots that is.`