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revivalproject2022-09-10 04:11 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2022-09-10 04:11 pm
Harrow
WHO: Tony and Celty, feat. Cayde, Echo, Jon, Dustin, Gladio
WHERE: Wherever you can be found!
WHAT: This is another delivery post. Some characters are getting gifts! If you want them instead of whoever's name is on the tag, you can try to intercept. Celty's delivering now, though, so you better be clever.
WHEN: As the plants calm down.
WARNINGS: None.
The forge wasn't in such a terrible state. It wasn't all the way out here, at the edge of the city, where Tony was stupid enough to have encourage mutant plants to take over the whole place. In fact, it seemed like some of the work had already been done for him when Tony started his pruning, and what was left was easily fed into the kiln or the furnace as he got them roaring again. It was only natural then to get distracted by what was uncovered as he swept out tangles of brambles and withered flowers. There was a lot more cleanup for him to do than just the housekeeping.
By the time he sent a message to Celty (offer still stand?), there was a pile of packages already gathered by the heavy, metal door of the forge, looking disappointingly small in the reddening light of the sunset to Tony's critical gaze. Back to work, then.
...to Cayde
Bundled in a waxy banana-type leaf, tied with its own stems, is a neat stack of long, slim bullets that look like they belong in a rifle. There's no way that diamond shape debossed into their pointed tips is functional. Right? With them is a tube that looks like it has some rifling in it, that the bullets fit into. Maybe there's a way for Cayde (or a curious thief) to find out.
...to Echo
While this is folded up tightly like a fist inside of a clay box, it's not a hand exactly. There's way too many silver fingers, and a plate of flat glass for a palm. It does look like Echo's scomp link will fit into it.
...to Jon
Tony must be really confused about hands, because this glove doesn't have enough fingers. It could be an archery glove. Is the right name on this silky net of petals? It's not leather, but a very fine, gold mesh that knits denser together along the underside of it.
...to Dustin
In a small, paper box is what might be the worst deck of cards. There aren't very many of them, and they are all made of brass, slim enough that it seems like they might fracture. Their backs are all imprinted with NO FUN, and only one of them appears to have anything on the other side. It looks a lot like braille. As soon as the package is opened, they all vibrate.
...to Gladio
This is a flat package, folded in papery leaves. It's a slim, silver frame with filigreed edges along the pane seated in the centre, where Tony appears to have given Gladio...a picture of himself? Wait a second, and it turns out to be two. Three. He's visibly holding his communication device in all of them, so he must have used a mirror. Maybe it's a suggestion.
WHERE: Wherever you can be found!
WHAT: This is another delivery post. Some characters are getting gifts! If you want them instead of whoever's name is on the tag, you can try to intercept. Celty's delivering now, though, so you better be clever.
WHEN: As the plants calm down.
WARNINGS: None.
The forge wasn't in such a terrible state. It wasn't all the way out here, at the edge of the city, where Tony was stupid enough to have encourage mutant plants to take over the whole place. In fact, it seemed like some of the work had already been done for him when Tony started his pruning, and what was left was easily fed into the kiln or the furnace as he got them roaring again. It was only natural then to get distracted by what was uncovered as he swept out tangles of brambles and withered flowers. There was a lot more cleanup for him to do than just the housekeeping.
By the time he sent a message to Celty (offer still stand?), there was a pile of packages already gathered by the heavy, metal door of the forge, looking disappointingly small in the reddening light of the sunset to Tony's critical gaze. Back to work, then.
...to Cayde
Bundled in a waxy banana-type leaf, tied with its own stems, is a neat stack of long, slim bullets that look like they belong in a rifle. There's no way that diamond shape debossed into their pointed tips is functional. Right? With them is a tube that looks like it has some rifling in it, that the bullets fit into. Maybe there's a way for Cayde (or a curious thief) to find out.
...to Echo
While this is folded up tightly like a fist inside of a clay box, it's not a hand exactly. There's way too many silver fingers, and a plate of flat glass for a palm. It does look like Echo's scomp link will fit into it.
...to Jon
Tony must be really confused about hands, because this glove doesn't have enough fingers. It could be an archery glove. Is the right name on this silky net of petals? It's not leather, but a very fine, gold mesh that knits denser together along the underside of it.
...to Dustin
In a small, paper box is what might be the worst deck of cards. There aren't very many of them, and they are all made of brass, slim enough that it seems like they might fracture. Their backs are all imprinted with NO FUN, and only one of them appears to have anything on the other side. It looks a lot like braille. As soon as the package is opened, they all vibrate.
...to Gladio
This is a flat package, folded in papery leaves. It's a slim, silver frame with filigreed edges along the pane seated in the centre, where Tony appears to have given Gladio...a picture of himself? Wait a second, and it turns out to be two. Three. He's visibly holding his communication device in all of them, so he must have used a mirror. Maybe it's a suggestion.
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[ Jon grimaces at the idea of heating up water in a microwave or an oven. ]
Just use a kettle!
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Make me.
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Build me a proper kettle and I will!
[ Because there's no way he will let Tony make coffee in a microwave. God forbid tea. ]
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[This would be, unfortunately, much easier to make than a microwave. Unless he made a microwave-kettle. In fact, it was so easy that it was ridiculous that he hadn't made one already, and leapt directly to complex nanoweb input devices and hedge mazes, making Tony clench his fists in frustration again, then splay his hands like he might grab Jon by his annoying face.]
Why didn't you just say that!
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You haven't threatened me with microwave coffee until now.
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I am going to count to five.
[He could try, anyway, while looking as coolly intent as he could manage and throwing a gesture back at the mess of the now much more intractable maze.]
And after that, if I catch you, I'm going to sit on you until you can tell me ten--no, fifteen things that you actually want in your office.
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Wait, what do you-
[ He follows the gesture with a look, raising a brow, then quickly looks back. ]
No. We're not playing some hide and seek game in the maze, Tony.
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One.
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No.
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Two. Three.
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[ A warning. He's not going to play this silly game. ]
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Five.
[He did pounce, but knocking Jon to the ground to crush him was too reminiscent of boarding school, and Tony did know that the crushing hurt. He scooped Jon up off of the ground in a bridal carry, hoisting him high and close to Tony's wicked grin.]
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[ This outcry is much more high pitched than Jon feels comfortable with, but there has been no way for him to know Tony would simply skip a number! Maybe he shouldn't be surprised, though that doesn't make this any less unfair.
At least he's not being tackled down to the ground as initially announced, but this may not help him casting an effective snarl at Tony in response. ]
Tony, put me down!
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[Clearly.]
Fifteen things. It's on you now, boss, you made the call.
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You can't be serious.
[ Just that he knows that Tony is. Jon grumbles. ]
...Christ.
A desk. A chair. A shelf. Drawers. Pens. Paper. A bin. A lamp. A cat bed. A couch. A coffee table. A kettle. A mug. Another lamp. A whiteboard.
Now put me down. Please.
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He did technically get what he wanted, though, so he graciously replaced Jon on the ground with a much sunnier smile, which quickly fell.]
The whole building is already a cat bed.
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Which is why I rather want to ensure they have their designated spots rather than leaving the decision up to them.
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[This might not have been the best time to admit this, as the Iron Man came stomping through the garden with an armload of woody vines, with a dutiful parade on its heels of enchanted mothcats. They all pounced, rolled, and chewed at its polished boots as it came to a stop to add its load to the pile.]
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Positive reinforcement, Tony. The process of encouraging or establishing a pattern of behaviour by offering reward when the behaviour is exhibited. Works on most living beings.
[ And he casts Tony a telling look at those last couple of words. ]
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Thank you for telling me about the kettle.
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[ Jon replies with a soft smile as he returns the kiss and squeezes his hand before nodding back towards the library. ]
Let's get back to the roots for now.
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