closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark, Joselyn Smythe
WHAT: Drunk History.
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Research offices
NOTES: n/a

[ On the table are the following items: a brass candle holder holding a squat candle that holds three wicks, all lit; a rounded bottle of something called Mackay's Epic Single Malt, which has been soundly depleted; thick crystal glasses containing dark amber liquid; and an arm.

It is a metal arm, or more accurately, an arm-shaped piece of armor ending in a gauntlet. It is more finely crafted than you know what Libby you know what Iron Man armor looks like. It it bescratched, dented, torn in places that are sharp and exposing intricate wiring. Scrap, in other words. He keeps it in a locked box.

Tony is sitting with his feet kicked up on the table, a leather bound journal in his lap. He's been looking for something for like twenty minutes to show off, but he keeps getting distracted by their conversation. ]

Not to belabor the issue, [ he is saying, ] but just 'cause Cap was the first superhero doesn't mean he invented the superhero. Technically I did that, because I said that. It's not real until it's trademarked.

I feel like you're not taking this seriously.

Comments

[obdurata]

( she dances her fingertips along the table, less like a completely absent gesture and more like — imagining something, contemplating how that might work. what it might mean. she's a little too far this side of the single malt to complete the thought that crosses her mind, laying simple constructs that follow simple orders alongside the tranquil,

she isn't sure what that thought is, and isn't sure it's entirely relevant to tony if she completes it, but she'll ponder it later, sober. if she remembers. there may be cool robot things between now and then. )

Like what sort of orders?

[propulsion]

Directional, [ sounds damp after his last sip of epic single malt. ] Pick up, put down. Hit that. Hug.

Taking suggestions.

[obdurata]

I suggest you deploy 'hug' very carefully—

( is mostly a joke.

a minute later, delighted, )

Diplomatically.

( —isn't but should be. joselyn isn't in diplomacy for a reason. )

[propulsion]

Seven-foot-tall metal men are great for de-escalation, [ is likewise not a joke when it possibly should be. ] I'll introduce you sometime.