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MHA #8, Sunday...all day probably
Stark had come back to himself when the sun came up. Which meant he'd woken up, huddled in his costume cape, in an alleyway. Without his mask. Not the ideal way to wake up when you were someone who needed your mask to keep energy from leaking out the space where the rest of your face ought to be.
A brief but frantic search of his surroundings was interrupted by remembering the events of the previous evening. At that point he'd bolted for his apartment, muttering darkly to himself the whole way.
Hopefully he'd be forgiven for slamming the door to the apartment so forcefully once he arrived.
Once safely inside, he had changed into warmer normal clothing, flinging the costume into a corner to be dealt with later. Now he just needed to find something to cover his face with until he could figure out where his mask had ended up. At least he had some experience with improvised face coverings.
Halloween, he'd decided, was not something he intended on celebrating again. Possibly ever. And going out in public wasn't looking great for the foreseeable future.
[Very open should you wish to see a maskless alien stomping around talking to himself and looking for something to wrap around his head.]
A brief but frantic search of his surroundings was interrupted by remembering the events of the previous evening. At that point he'd bolted for his apartment, muttering darkly to himself the whole way.
Hopefully he'd be forgiven for slamming the door to the apartment so forcefully once he arrived.
Once safely inside, he had changed into warmer normal clothing, flinging the costume into a corner to be dealt with later. Now he just needed to find something to cover his face with until he could figure out where his mask had ended up. At least he had some experience with improvised face coverings.
Halloween, he'd decided, was not something he intended on celebrating again. Possibly ever. And going out in public wasn't looking great for the foreseeable future.
[Very open should you wish to see a maskless alien stomping around talking to himself and looking for something to wrap around his head.]
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"Stark?" Liam said, knocking on said recently-slammed door.
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He sighed and went to the door. At least he hadn't been screaming this time?
"Yes?"
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Maybe the door slamming had been accidental?
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"For now." Sort of.
"Sorry." He knew he'd been loud. But in his defense it was a distressing sort of day so far.
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"I see what the problem is."
Liam, for the record, had been very much unaffected by whatever weirdness had taken hold last night. Which just meant he'd had to deal with wrangling Verity The Martian the entire time.
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"It's a bit obvious." Well. The glowing was anyway.
"Couldn't find it, when I woke up. Someone must have it. It's somewhere." He hoped. He was fine for now. Aside from being just a wee bit agitated. "Has to be somewhere."
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"Where did you wake up?" Not here, he was assuming, hence the slammed door.
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"It came off before that. At the bar. After I was chased. After..." After he'd gone on stage and acted very strangely and sang and threatened to drop a chandelier on a rabbit. Just a normal Fandom Saturday evening.
"Cloth will work, for a while."
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He really hoped Verity The 'Martian' hadn't been the one to find Stark's mask, though, not with the way she'd been licking everything she could get her little alien hands on last night.
"Cloth," he mused. "So... a pillowcase, maybe?" which might look a little weird but this was Fandom. Weird was pretty normal.
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"Yes. After my performance." He was never going back in that bar. Possibly he was never going outside again.
"Pillowcase might work. Scarf. Something long enough to wrap so it will stay. Done it before." That time he got executed but then got better, you know the one! "I'm sure I have something." He also wasn't in the best state of mind which made finding something appropriate more complicated.
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Also, like, Anakin's costume was ridiculous even before he'd turned into a talking dog with a medical degree so really, all in all Stark hadn't done too bad.
"Can I come in?" he asked. "Maybe I can help you look for something that'd work."
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"If you like." Was Liam just trying to get the noise level from across the hall lowered? "Not necessary."
He did step back from the door though.
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"I appreciate it." And it was easier to not freak out entirely if there was someone there being kind. Who knew?
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Certainly not Liam, that was for sure.
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"I used to have a scarf. Maybe more than one. Don't like the cold much. I think there's a box. Somewhere."
It shouldn't be that hard. It wasn't like he had all that many belongings.
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"Closet's mostly empty." He pointed to a closed door. "I think. There were some things from the animals that were here. Might be in there." It was very possible one of them had given him a scarf! It was also possible his closet spontaneously generated items. This was Fandom, after all.
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"She also tried to eat the little light that came in one of her drinks," Liam sighed as he opened the closet door and- aha! There was indeed a box.
He rifled through it- hats, gloves, a pair of denim cut-offs- and oh! Scarf.
"Found one," he said, holding it up so Stark could see.
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Maskless beggars can't be choosers, Stark!
"It should work." He reached for the scarf. "I think, for now. It's...cloth is fine for a while. Not forever. Isn't enough."
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"There," he said, tugging the scarf into position. "Good enough for now. I think."
He relaxed, slightly, once it was in place.
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Not the colors, obviously. But the pattern’s theme.
“If someone has it, we’ll find it.” The guys would even appreciate having an actual police-related task to work on!!
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"Thank you. The mask is, it-" he frowned and started over. "Without the mask I have to concentrate on-" he waved a hand at his now scarf-covered face. "It can be too much, if I'm not careful. Gets tiring. Have to hold myself together." He'd almost died again from not having it for a while after he came back from being executed but was wisely choosing not to share that minor detail at this time.
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“I get that,” Liam said, glancing down at his hands. “Well, not exactly, but- kinda.”
There was a reason he wore gloves some days, when he wanted to be extra-sure he wouldn’t accidentally touch someone.
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"So, the mask. No leaking. Much easier to exist."