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]

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.