closed.

[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark, Marcus Rowntree, Loxley, and friends.
WHAT: Catching up in a catch all.
WHEN: Firstfall
WHERE: Various
NOTES: No open prompts, but please contact me if you would like an RP of some kind with the above losers.

Comments

[propulsion]

Your services are still required. Come on, it's a surprise.

[obdurata]

( a put upon sigh that certainly isn't sincere, the sound of rustling, packing up, )

I also don't provide clean up or alibis with kitchen staff, I want you to know that.

( but she's coming. )

[propulsion]

You'd provide an alibi.

[ Satisfied by the just detectable sounds of stuff-gathering. ]

'Cause one day someone's gonna be like hey, Provost Stark, Grand Enchanter Smythe said you guys were postcoitus in the herb garden sometime around when exploding poisonous frogs got loose in the chicken coop, can you please verify? And then they compliment my hair.

[obdurata]

Tony, I don't even have exploding poisonous frogs.

( but how could she make exploding poisonous frogs. what about an ordinary poisonous frog ... some kind of lyrium experiment maybe, like an enchantment, combined with the sort of alterations they've observed around rifts—

you know, maybe the man makes a point.

and put a pin in that frog thing. )

I wouldn't say herb garden.

[propulsion]

[ There's a kind of half-snort sound at this first thing—connoting either irrelevant or sure, Jan—and then, ]

Oh yeah? Like where would, uh—

[ A distant clatter, multitasking. ]

—like, instead of the herb garden.

[obdurata]

Poisonous frogs. Herb garden. That's not an alibi, that's a direct line from point b back to point a, what else might we have been doing in the herb garden, i.e. looking for antidote ingredients in the event of some experiment having gone wrong—

( or, you know, locating new and exciting ways to weaponize frogs. she would hate to explode brian, though, so maybe not frogs, she's significantly less attached to eels and if they were dealing with a canal-heavy location, for instance, )

And it would have to be somewhere low foot traffic, I'm not going to have Messere Tom, Dick or Harry saying actually he was in the herb garden for hours and that definitely didn't happen. Dungeon, maybe. Division head access, fewer casual visitors, exciting role-play opportunity. I'll be the Templar this time.

( joselyn. )

[propulsion]

I love a woman in uniform.

[ Don't encourage him. More sounds: a cupboard getting kicked closed, a heavier thump of something full landing on a countertop. ]

What's the ETA on you getting here? This is a delicate sort of alchemical situation happening down here and, I need you. Knight-Commander.

[obdurata]

( joselyn sets aside how much she enjoys being called knight-commander—

and raps on the edge of the doorframe, leaning her head through, securing her crystal with the other hand. )

What's all this, then?

[propulsion]

[ His hands go up, don't shoot style.

And there is probably more chaos going on in the kitchen than his workshop space, if only because flour gets everywhere. It's all over this wooden table, and his shirt, and there's a dusty swipe of it through his hair. It's warm, the oven glowing with fire, and Tony pivots on a heel to go and retrieve something from it.

Some scraping and shuffling, using a peel to fish out the creation within, which he sets down on the table. It's a big circle, with some melted—I don't have to describe pizza to you. One side of the crust is puffier than the other, small scorch marks. Circles of sausage, mushrooms, still bubbling cheese.

It smells good. Tony picks up a knife. ]

This, [ he scrapes the knife through, putting some muscle into it, ] is a very important cultural artefact. Long have my ancestors [ as he continues to make slices ] ordered pizza, no one makes pizza except for pizza guys, but— look, I don't wanna overhype this, but—

[ Tony clatters the knife down, gestures for her to come closer. ]

This will be the best thing you've ever put in your mouth.