delivery

[in_extremis]

WHO: Tony Stark, Cloud Strife, technically open if you want to hang
WHERE: The forge? I don't know the structure of this post eludes me, it might be just network, I might just be setting up a bunch of interactions for Cloud to have with everyone else like a benevolent god
WHAT: Tony's been making things and has packages for Reeve, Tommy, Sansa and Jon, and he's not doing all of that walking himself.
WARNINGS: It is genuinely not my fault that all of Tony's posts are horny and you should just expect it now.

a text to Cloud

hey

where are you?

you want a job, right?

Come to the forge.

Outside of the forge, sitting in front of the closed door very pointedly, were five lumpy bundles, the wrapping of these clearly not Tony's strong suit. One of them seemed to be just in a big leaf. They were all labled with thin tags of impressed aluminum tied or just placed on top for Cloud to figure out where they were supposed to go with just a name-- the rest, like who any of these people were and where to find them, was Cloud's job to figure out, apparently.

At least one of them should have been pretty easy.

C L O U D
It was...a chocobo? Or how Tony remembered a chocobo looking from the glance at it in Reeve's memory. Small, grey and surprisingly heavy, it wound up to go bouncing away on weirdly articulated legs. Did Tony think he was paying Cloud?

R E E V E
It's a head.
This might be what Tony thought a cat skull looked like. It wasn't much like the design he had left for Mini-C's skeletal structure in Reeve's sketchbook, he obviously had some time, and the obsessive insomnia turned to 11 after the sleep glut and nowhere to pour his creative energy, to take a more detailed turn, and he would have used the energy to make more of the structure but they were still tight on materials. What he did make was a few servos, dangling from the skull shape like a disembodied nerve system, and a prototype pair of hands tucked safely into the dome, too delicate to be very useful to Mini, but responding to their programming housed in the skull. The systems were done, was the point.

T O M M Y
Was this what he meant by hydroponics? It wasn't like Tony had managed to miss that bit of drama on the network. It wasn't assembled, a bunch of disparate pieces that didn't come with instructions, but a note that only read 'you need a tube'.

S A N S A
This bundle had a pair of brass combs in it, stamped, much like the labels on the packages, with roses. If Sansa hadn't figured out how to keep her hair from being a mess, maybe this would be a reminder.

J O N
A very tiny little knot of a rag, about as big as the label that sat under it, and felt light enough to be empty.
It seemed to only contain a gold chain.

Comments

[theladyofwinterfell]

Right now? No, he isn't. Why do you ask?

[in_extremis]

Nothing, just-- [Had she smiled at him like that whenever Tyrion was nearby?] Don't worry about it. Find yourself a picnic basket. Can you make something like that? That's-- weaving, right? You'll need it.

[theladyofwinterfell]

I can make a basket. Would you like me to make one for you as well? It would be no trouble and it can be payment for the carrier for little James.

( Sansa hates being in debt to someone, even if it's Tony. )

[in_extremis]

That would be....amazing?

[Genuinely not sure what this emotion is. Gratitude, is that an emotion?]

My place is a shithole, mama, I'm basically living in an engine room. It's my fault, I did do this, I'm just saying, a basket would be the nicest thing in here.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Honestly, Tony. You should be living better than that. Do I have to come over there?

( Because she will. )

[in_extremis]

You would certainly brighten the place up. No, it's--I didn't mean it like that, I don't need help or anything, I'm fine, this isn't somewhere you would want to be. But a basket would be very, um...domestic?

[This is weird. Sansa has a proper house-house, so it's hard to explain that this had not been Tony's focus so far.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa just blinks at him for a long moment, wondering how Tony means it considering she thinks he needs more help than he knows. )

You need a real place to live, you know. Not just a basket.

[in_extremis]

I have a place to live. Just no dedicated decorating team. I'm busy.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Do you even have a bed?

[in_extremis]

Hypothetically, if I asked you that, would you think I was asking for an invitation?

[She doesn't have to answer that.]

Of course I have a place that I sleep.

[theladyofwinterfell]

( Sansa merely blinks at him for a moment or two. )

If you asked me that, you'd have to do a lot better if you wanted to be invited. Is the place you sleep an actual bed or is it a corner of the floor?

[in_extremis]

I'm not an animal. It's...soft.

So, do you have a bed?

[theladyofwinterfell]

I do have a bed, thank you for asking. I could go swing the camera around and show you if you need evidence.

[in_extremis]

I might have to check for myself. You know, primary source.

[For the science.]

[theladyofwinterfell]

Feel free to come and establish there is a bed in my room. This will astound you - Daenerys and my soldier also have beds. There are three beds.

[in_extremis]

My god, you really are living like a queen. Next you're going to tell me your bathtub is in your house.

[theladyofwinterfell]

My bath is inside my house, yes. It tends to be more pleasant to bathe where people can't see you.

[in_extremis]

Sometimes.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Please tell me you don't bathe in front of everyone.

[in_extremis]

Only interested parties, I promise. I don't have a tub, though, which is not as fun. Obviously.

[theladyofwinterfell]

You shower outside.

[in_extremis]

Some people call that communing with nature, and it's beautiful.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Some people might not want the view.

[in_extremis]

You're getting dangerously close to threatening my self-esteem.

[theladyofwinterfell]

Do you want me to come watch you shower, then?