Stars, Stripes, and Iron

Tony Stark was not a religious man, which would come as a surprise to approximately no one. The offerings of The Temple were for strict documentation purposes in his endeavor to map the hotel to his internal database, but he found himself sticking around for the aesthetics. He was a seasoned traveler, so much so that that novelty of the unique worldly sights had long since worn out. But being trapped in a singular hotel for over a month with nothing but the kitschy aesthetic or woods or desert in any given direction to look at, the dignified sanctity of The Temple wasn't an unwelcome sight.

Tony wiped a bit of sweat from his brow and sought shade in shadows of the interior. Summer, late as it was, was staying out its welcome. He unzipped his loose sweater and cinched it around his waist. Many more days of not operating on a caloric deficit and he hoped he didn't feel the need to carry around another layer wherever he went.

Taking a swig off his water bottle, Tony wandered the common area. The first thing to catch his eye were the Memorials erected. Ever curious, he wandered closer and inspected the plaques--names of people who had "checked out?" Interesting. He leaned in, taking a note of each name via the scanning function of his nanoparticle composite glasses.