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WHO: Tony and Pepper
WHAT: A little working vacation... post-Verdana reality hopping style.
WHERE: Illium, post-Reaper War (Destroy Ending).

When faced with an existential crisis that threatened not just the rest of the galaxy, but also their stuff it appears the wealthy inhabitants of Ilium were in fact able to mobilize their assets in the form of guns, and thus the asari-controlled world is in better shape than Thessia herself. There are still more than a few of the towers that are interesting piles of wreckage, but Nos Astra has survived well enough. Pepper Potts, armed with a datapad full of contacts and the confident knowledge that she can carry off the local business fashions as well as any asari, has recently concluded a successful day's networking in time to be found leaning against the railing of a private balcony in one of the better bars.

The restoration and expansion of the mass relay network, not being an existential crisis and instead being an opportunity to make obscene amounts of money while developing new tech, has returned Illium's business community to its normal state of combat-by-lawyer in short order, but the half of her partnership that's involved in implementing a lot of the new tech ought to be arriving soon.
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WHO: Pepper and Lyall
WHAT: Pepper makes good on a promise to a trans-dimensional friend.
WHERE: 21st century Manhattan, post-Outer Divide.


At first, there's not all that much unusual to be seen. The room deep in the interior of Stark Tower that's been set aside as a sort of portal chamber (unnecessary though it may be for Salvation to have a fixed location for pick-up) is styled in the sort of clean white lines and futuristic brushed metal that Lyall's seen before, on Verdana and off of it. The Pepper Potts that's standing by the door to welcome him seems a natural extension of those lines, albeit one with an openly friendly smile.

It's not until she's ushered him out and into an elevator that deposits them in the penthouse suite in dizzying time that truly unfamiliar sights start to unfurl: through the wide sheet windows that wrap the suite, beyond the doors out onto the upper level atrium, the buildings of Manhattan rise like a forest of metal and glass, lit by a late afternoon that seems like it's never heard of coal smoke. "I'm thinking lunch out," says Pepper from near his elbow. "But I thought you might like to see the view first."

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