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| [Pepper clears her throat softly as she turns on the video on her SFC. It's her first time broadcasting to the community as a whole so she wants to show as professional an appearance as she can... unlike some of the other people she's been speaking with.
She smiles brightly, giving a friendly nod]
Hello. I've been here for a little while, now, and I thought I should properly introduce myself. My name is Pepper Potts and although I'm still trying to understand the dynamics of this... bubble... we find ourselves trapped in it does provide a unique opportunity to meet more intriguing people than exist on my world. [pause] As strange as that feels to say.
I actually require some assistance, actually. Tony, who I'm sure many of you have met, would like to throw a party and I'm trying to make the proper arrangements. I was wondering if anyone has any suggestions for locations I could use for catering, or if such a thing even exists here.
Thank you for any information you could provide, it's very much appreciated. | |
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| [See Darkleer. See Darkleer without his glasses for once and his hair pulled back into a thick braid! See Darkleer also kind of bleeding somewhat from the arm.]
[Yeah that might be a problem. It seems he's on the beach and dress appropriately for the location, if not the weather. Tight swimming trunks cling to his legs, and what appears to be the bite mark of a shark is on one muscular arm. He doesn't seem much bothered by it- in fact, there's just the occasional wince as he pulls a tooth out. Just one more scar to add to what seems like a collection of them. Also noticeable would be a pendant that seems to be hanging around his throat... Hm.] I've been meaning to ask this, but my schedule has been rather full up until now. [Translation: I've been focusing on all my robots like a workaholic freak and trying to hide from weird romance problems.] However, right now I have a bit of time while I'm working on something on the island. [In the water, more correctly, but details.] Would anyone be interested in learning basic medical skills? For example, how to assist someone who has drowned or how to stop a wound from bleeding. It's better off to leave complete treatment to a more professional individual, such as our... esteemed head nurse, but skills such as these can help keep a situation from getting worse. [There's a pause as he inspects his arm, now devoid of any shark teeth. Something seems to just *pop* out from his sylladex and he puts the modified omni-tool onto his good wrist. Don't mind him as he holds it over the bleeding wound and... wow that sure is some automatic healing going on. Technology is great, he loves technology.]I will be on the island all day so feel free to simply locate me if you are interested. Speaking of the island... [A slight frown.] The pollen up here seems less severe than that down in the city. Curious. | |
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| [Minako laid hon her bed, the SFC held high above her head. Usually happy with the holiday coming up and she'll admit she was, but she still couldn't help but sigh slightly.]
Valentines day is coming up. One of my favorite holidays, but with everything going on it slipped my mind, I didn't even think about it. [She soon sat up, placing the thing down in front of her, she soon rolled so she was on her front.] What about the rest of you It was just an odd time, but are you lot celebrating the holiday? If so, how? Where I'm from girls usually give boys chocolate, and then get a present from the boy a month later n White Day, but with so any different people here, I'm guessing it's not the same elsewhere.
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| [the device has been simple enough for Kaworu to figure out. he's laying on his back on a couch somewhere, his silver hair splayed messily, and he's smiling at the device that he's holding out straight ahead, both of his arms fully extended.]
This place is very strange.
It's amusing enough, but I wonder—are people's dreams here always broadcasted like that? It makes for an interesting first impression, to bare the psyche unwittingly like that. It's almost... intimate. Right? Isn't it? Does it feel violating, for someone having seen your dreams? | |
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| ( Dream under cut )((OOC: Raza (AKA the terrorist), Obadiah Stane. Regular font is Pepper, obviously. Open for network interaction before she goes off to be Action Pepper with Coulson)) | |
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| [when the date first showed up on his SFC, Tony's blood ran cold. there was no way he could forget it, no way in hell. but he figured it was probably just the faceless scientists of the crazy coral god trying to mess with him, trying to get him to tweak out... so he played it as cool as he possibly could.
it didn't mean he was actually calm, though, not in the least. he kept himself busy, during the days to follow - as busy as he could get. he burned through his projects, making constant runs to the market, and a few to the Nostalgia Nook, spending the last of his credits to get the few precious ingredients that he needed to finish the assembly pad for his suit. the guest bedroom hardly resembled a guest bedroom anymore - wires and steel plating and fiberglass everywhere, sledgehammer holes in the walls - but there was still a bed pushed up against the wall in the farthest corner. it was like it was taunting him, the more he pushed himself. two, three days without sleep ... touching the coral in the square on the way to his supply runs only just gave him enough energy to keep going. but the date remained. with every sluggish blink he took to try and substitute sleep, it burned behind his eyelids. he'd seen the tattoo on his shoulder glowing, in the morning, after his showers - and Bugs had warned him what that meant. genius or no, it didn't take him long to figure it out.
now, on the evening of his third day without sleep, he's not sure he can stand it anymore, and he's got the communicator in hand, staring it down accusingly]
Look, I'm a scientist. You don't give a scientist new buttons and expect him to leave them alone. It's like putting Twinkies in front of a chubby kid after a week at fat camp. You just know what's gonna happen. And yeah. Yeah, I pushed a button. And I may not know what's happening, but - [and here, his voice shakes almost imperceptibly] - I gotta hypothesis. ... I just ... I should get some more coffee.
[he blinks, slowly - and the span of that one, tired blink is all he needs to black out. the SFC blacks out with him - and in an instant, there's blinding light, one single point of it in darkness, and the sound of harsh, gutteral voices speaking.
the focus of the video feed swings, and reveals a man with a burlap bag tied down to a chair, hands behind his back - bloodied, bandaged, bruised, and quite badly off for wear. he's also surrounded by men in fatigues and ragged clothes, each armed, each of their guns pointed at him. at a command from somewhere off screen, one of them reaches out and rips the burlap sack off the captive's head.
no surprises, here: it's Tony.
welcome to Golmira, Vatheon: the base of the Ten Rings, and Tony Stark's worst recurring nightmare.]
((OOC: You can interact with Tony if you want to, but here is the way this is going to go down. I'm going to have two sections: one for interacting once he's awake, and one for actual in-dream interaction. Further details will be in the tags that delineate the sections.)) | |
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| [there's music drifting over the network this morning. loud, upbeat hip hop, to be precise. it's almost drowning out the sound of power tools. after a few minutes of this, a hand reaches into the view of the video feed and grabs a water bottle. Tony dictates idly from somewhere offscreen]So, I think I'm getting my bearings. Thanks to those of you on the volunteer can opener brigade, that is. I gotta hand it to this place, it's like Mardi Gras with better beads. I flash my shoulder at the natives and they give me free power tools. So, uh, things are coming along. I might almost be able to make a decent pad for myself at this rate, lack of answers aside. [what he neglects to say is that as soon as he IS settled, he'll he looking for said answers.]One question, though. What's this I keep hearing about kids? | |
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