[Tony makes his way out to Helluvacup to check in on the new seasonal offerings, coming away with something iced coffee and a handful of peanuts for Bean. He likes his fingertips attached, thanks.]

[He still has the coffee when he makes his way out to the stables, leaning on one of the fences as he watches the horses.]

You know, I start to think we might get a break from anything inclined to give us new nightmares, and then we literally get Satan's My Little Pony set.

[For his bitching, though, he eventually finds his way into the corral. The glow through his shirt seems to attract one of them as it comes over to inspect the reactor.]

Whoa, hi.

[His shirt doesn't survive the encounter, as the horse bites a hole through the cloth trying to get to the reactor - but Tony also seems to have picked a favorite, and he can be seen out at the stables feeding and tending to the horse, trying to gain its trust over the next few days.]

[Eventually, he manages to get it to tolerate a saddle, and he starts working with the obstacle course, offering a laughing smile to anyone he catches watching.]

I'm on a horse.

[Insert the Old Spice whistle here.]

[Tony doesn't need to be prodded into volunteering to help clean up Hellburbia - especially when he doesn't want some of his friends who spent the time locked into the suburbs to have to deal with it. He doesn't mind getting dirty, anyway, and he does what he can to help clean things up and haul away things that were ruined by the blood rains. If someone's been pressed into surface, he'll be glad to head their direction to get the demons to turn their attention elsewhere.]

Can I help you out with that?

[Tony's been lurking around the auctions since he came out of it - and when the listings for objects start, he can't help but check it out. For all that he's dealt with some of his shortcomings, he can still be a bit on the materialistic side.]

[He bids here and there, collecting a few pieces of art and some other things. He does his best to not get carried away, considering he doesn't really have anywhere good to display things, but there are a lot of shiny things here.]

[He stops in front of one object, tilting his head to frown at it.]

What do you think that's supposed to be?

[Being pulled into the auction himself hasn't stopped Tony from trying to lead a few rescue operations. He doesn't even pretend to be trying to keep a low profile, either, because he doesn't care who knows that he disapproves of this. When someone he knows is led out on stage, he raises a hand, drawing the auctioneer's attention. The bid's to him, please.]

[Naturally, it happens again, and he finds himself back in the slave pens. There are red and gold ropes on him this time, tying his wrists behind his back, working their way under the leather thong he's been forced into wearing. He's been dosed more heavily this time, too - apparently he might have given the kidnappers more trouble this time, since he's also gagged.]

[Given the bonds and the drugs, he can't find any real comfort, and he shifts irritably as he waits his turn to be taken to the block. Help him out, would you?]

[The bidding starts high, considering he was bought for a piece of soul the last time. It's promised that he's worth it, though.]

[Tony makes his way to the casino, paying the tip on his way in. Considering what he saw in Fitz's notes, he intends to be careful - but he also feels drawn to investigate, to see just what Lucifer, et al, might have put into play here.]

[He gathers a drink from one of the roaming vendors, dismissing their offer of anything else, and heads for the slots. He comes away with a few more gold coins in his pocket - and then heads for the tables.]

Mind if I join you?

[He claims a spot at the table, gesturing that he's joining the table and reaching for his cards. Casinos aren't places he's unfamiliar with, and he seems comfortable enough as he goes about the motions of starting the hand.]

You might want to fold.

[Is he actually trying to help? Is he just trying to psych you out? Who knows?]

[He keeps an eye on things in general - and maybe, eventually, he'll work his way up to the higher stakes.]

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