Testground RP: A Day in Stark Tower

[shawarma_time]

Seven A.M. on the dot. Skies were clear with a 20% chance of rain in the afternoons; highs in the upper 90's and lows in the 70's.

Basically another typical day in all sense of the phrase.

It was time to begin the new work day again. However, one Ms. Pepper Potts might find this morning to contain a challenge earlier than usual. The main cause being that her boss was not there for her to greet when she would come in to start her work. Though what she would find would be remnants of another wild night in the process of being cleaned by the cleaning staff. Bags upon bags of empty and broken alcohol bottles were being lined up in the hall, ready to be taken out. The staff members would greet her upon her entry, but not much else.

Comments

[starkinitiative]

*walks into the Tower penthouse (Tony's chosen floor) and closes the door quietly*

Tony...

*stiletto heels click against the floors*

*sigh*

*directs staff* Go ahead and take out what you can. I'll get him up and into the shower, so you have at least another hour.

[rightawaysir]

[As Pepper directs the staff, JARVIS's artificial voice comes on to greet her.]

Good morning, Ms. Potts.

[starkinitiative]

*walks toward the back bedroom, expertly avoiding the shattered remains of what had been a coffee table at one time*

Good morning, JARVIS. Is Tony awake?

[rightawaysir]

Yes. Mr. Stark is conscious at the moment although he has instructed me to not alert anyone of his whereabouts. However, he has yet to instruct me of not informing others of his current physical condition which includes, but is not limited to, projecting a great deal of the previous night's hors d'voures and beverages into a toilet bowl.

[starkinitiative]

Of course. JARVIS, did Tony specifically forbid from telling me which rooms he is not in?

*waits, shifts weight to one hip, taps foot against the floor*

[rightawaysir]

Your name was mentioned multiple times.

[starkinitiative]

JARVIS, I need to get Tony to work. He has a board meeting at 10 a.m.

*checks watch*

It is now 8:19 a.m. and he doesn't move quickly in the mornings to begin with.

[rightawaysir]

I apologize.

Would you like me to establish a direct communication link to him for you?

[starkinitiative]

If you would...that would be very much appreciated.

Also...if you could select a proper suit for him to wear for the Board?

1/2

[rightawaysir]

Of course, Ms. Potts.

2/2

[shawarma_time]

[After the link is established, even if she cannot see him, she will be able to hear the sounds of someone getting really, really sick in a bathroom through the open communication link.]

[starkinitiative]

Tony!

You have twenty minutes to shower and get dressed and I'm coming in, decent or not.

*looks at her watch*

JARVIS, please keep time for me.

[shawarma_time]

Uggggggh.....

Pep? Is that you?

[There is some inaudible mumbling before he says with his voice slightly echoing in the porcelain bowl.]

God...I'm hearing voices now. And it's Pepper's. Must be dreaming. No. Nightmare. Yeah, that's it. A nightmare. Just have to...go back to sleep, it'll be over in a--

[Bwaurrhahh!]

[starkinitiative]

*rolls eyes*

Oh Tony...

*takes off her suit jacket, lays it over the back of the couch*

*heels click as she makes her way to the bathroom where she can hear the retching*

*stops just inside the door and eyes the man hunched over the toilet*

You did this to yourself, you know.

[shawarma_time]

[He gulps down a few deep breaths before raising his head an inch above to peek at her with a bloodshot eye which closes instantly from how bright the room is.]

Please, Pepper, just spare me the lecture and get me some Motrin. Two--no four should do. Bottles. Four bottles. Actually, that'll take too long. You got a tranquilizer gun on you? You should. Just shoot me right here and I'll see you when the jackhammers stop pounding Morse Code in my head.

[starkinitiative]

I thought you were too much of a "man" to use Motrin. Are you revising your stance?

*steps forward and pours a glass of water*

Drink this...I'll find something for the hangover.

[shawarma_time]

It was the only thing I could think of, actually. Probably because, under more normal circumstance, I would be adamantly against it. But I did settle to be tranquilized in the end if you'll recall from two seconds ago. The option is still very much open, by the way.

[He takes the water and drinks it while making a face, managing to get down half before he has to set the glass down.]

[starkinitiative]

*calls back from digging through her purse in the living room*

The only tranquilizer I have on hand would knock a horse out for an hour. I need you conscious for this meeting.

[shawarma_time]

Since when were meetings scheduled so early in the morning? It's, what, six right now?

[starkinitiative]

You have the clock upside-down, Tony. It's almost 9 a.m.

*hands him two tiny white pills and a glass of some unidentifiable substance [it's green]*

Drink up and get dressed. You have to be good today.

[shawarma_time]

[He takes the pills and gulps it down, though not without making gagging sounds from the liquid's taste. Shortly after he attempts rising up, though he is staggering against the wall, using the towel ring to hoist himself up.]

How about I just buy the day and make it start later. That should work fine for everyone else. Later days, more sleep, more productivity.

It's settled then. Now is officially six A.M.--I still have plenty of time.

[starkinitiative]

Tony...

[shawarma_time]

[Sigh.]

Fine. Just. Have my note cards ready or whatever.

[Stagger-walks out making a loud noise of complaint when he does.]

And can you do something about the sun?!

[starkinitiative]

Put some shades on!

*rolls eyes*

JARVIS, could you pull the car around at ten 'til? And send Dummy up with the fire extinguisher if he's not in the shower by 9:10.

1/2

[rightawaysir]

Of course, Ms. Potts.

[shawarma_time]

Woah, woah, woah that isn't fair. My A.I., not yours. No one is extinguishing me unless I say so.