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The Tower

> Welcome to Avengers Tower. My name is JARVIS.
               
> Mr. Stark has asked me to guide all visitors through the building. Could you stand in front of the scanner and state your name, please?▐

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G - Lobby

> Excellent. Now, if you would be so kind as to wait a moment while I assess your clearance level.
               
> In the meantime, please enjoy this brief presentation regarding the history of Avengers Tower, and Stark Industries' clean energy initiatives.▐

1F - Avengers Lounge

> Mr. Stark has granted you clearance to the Penthouse Lounge.
               
> The team isn't here at the moment, but please make yourself comfortable while I let them know they have visitors.
               
> Odd... no one has answered. They must be otherwise engaged – please stand by.▐

2F - Malibu Mansion

> Mr. Stark has granted you clearance to the Malibu Annex.
               
> He's most likely on the garage level, working on... something. Just a moment.
               
> Ah – he'll be up shortly. Please help yourself to the bar in the meantime – I'm told the Chateau Canon is an excellent vintage.▐

1B - Lab / Garage

> Mr. Stark has granted you clearance to the Garage.
               
> Please don't touch anything, and please note that joyrides in the cars are strictly prohibited... unless you're Mr. Stark.
               
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I'm sorry, stand? I thought you guys just... floated.

[ The kiosk beside the door lights up with an audio wavelength. The voice that projects through the speakers comes across as distracted, or maybe even bored. The charade is a pretty poor one, though, considering the words came out immediately on the heels of Strange's.

Yeah. Definitely being scanned. ]

Either way, pretty bold to march up to 200 Park Ave. without an appointment – hey, [ Tony's voice continues as he turns from the mic, ] just because you're a projection of my Jungian subconscious doesn't mean it's an excuse to – yeah. Put it down. Good boy. [ A chair swivels. ] Hey, JARVIS–

Shall I grant Dr. Strange access to the Malibu Annex?

[ There's a slight pause, as if the voice is still a surprise to its operator despite him being the one who called out its name. ] You know what–

[ The audio cuts off. A few seconds roll by.

The kiosk display lights up. The large clear doors slide open, to the glass-and-steel cage of the giant atrium at the heart of the famous Avengers Tower. ]

Welcome, Dr. Strange. [ JARVIS' voice projects from the kiosk, as well as the intercom speakers inside the lobby. ] Please proceed to the elevators, and I will gladly direct you to your destination.

[ Inside the lobby level of the atrium, Strange finds a perfect facsimile of an upscale New York high-rise – right down to the coffee cart near a cluster of tables and chairs, to the workers in varying levels of business attire sitting at them, chatting with each other or playing with their phones over paper cups. There's welcome desk by the door, staffed by a woman drawing directions on a brochure for a visitor, and a polished convenience counter with a couple of customers already in line.

But despite the exceptional photorealism of the crowds normally not encountered in summoned Domains, none of the people making their way through the lobby react to the guy in full wizard gear as they stride past him. In fact, in the thirty seconds or so that it takes from Strange to get from the front doors to the elevators, none of them seem to shift in the nature of their activities much at all. If he were to glance back at the woman at the welcome desk in particular, he might, at a distance, be able to see her still drawing on the brochure, in a single perfect circle. ]

[ The nearest elevator beeps. JARVIS' voice speaks again. ] This way, please.

[ If Strange chooses to enter the elevator, its doors will close and it will rise up, smooth and fast, through its see-through casing, allowing a view of the atrium and the Horizon's skyline beyond it. Then, the view will darken and disappear as it rises beyond the ceiling of the atrium, and–

The elevator beeps again. The doors open, to the modern, concrete interior of a large living area with a view through palm trees of – impossibly – the blue waters of Malibu, California. ]

Mr. Stark will be up shortly – please make yourself comfortable in the meantime, and feel free to enjoy the bar. [ A cluster of recessed lights brighten the counter at the far end of the room. ] I'm told the Chateau Canon is an excellent vintage.

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let's call it v. late june.......................