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revivalproject2020-07-15 09:12 pm
in_extremis) wrote in revivalproject2020-07-15 09:12 pm
delivery
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
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.
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.
no subject
[Or an idiot, just went and died on him. It wasn't a healthy choice to get that close to 'girlfriend', and it's not really a healthy choice to talk about it, so he uses his new position to keep Sansa held upright with a generous handful of her ass and kisses his way across her breast to tease her nipple to a peak.]
I believe that can be arranged, I think some time can be found on the calendar for such an important matter.
no subject
Mm. Mayhap I'll just describe you instead. Persistent. Clever. Magnificent. I think I'm getting close. I just need to think a little more.
no subject
[He snickers because the attention definitely is not helping, and he is also not stopping.]
You sound like you're naming a wizard now.
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( Especially since he's had half a dozen for her before they were remotely close to this. )
For now, though, I'm a little bird and you're my keeper. I'll fly away but I always come back.
no subject
There's a lot of very sexy things about you right now, but I think the sexiest might be that your house is going to be full of people again soon and you're going to be perfectly poised like nothing happened. Am I right?
no subject
( Sansa doesn't think they'd discuss it, though, so there's no one to hide from if it does happen. )
Other than that, I will be the utter portrait of composed. I'll be more queenly than I've ever been.
no subject
[He's giggling, not about to be the one to advise her either way how much she should be teasing the poor guy, Tony didn't know what he was getting out of this relationship with Sansa. He tips her back snuggly onto her pillow to finally peel himself away, arching his head and shoulders back off of the bed to stretch where he had been wound up tightly around her and hang upside down with a satisfied groan.]
Should I ask if you're going to be okay?
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( It's playful and sarcastic, though, not serious, and she touches what of his body she can reach. )
You're going to come back soon, aren't you?
no subject
Seriously. You're okay?
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( Sansa squeezes his hands a little in both affection and reassurance. )
I haven't gone clingy on you.
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No, it's--fine, yes, okay, yes.
[He leaves a kiss on her face instead before he's sliding off of the bed to find his pants.]