http://lots-of-olives.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] lots-of-olives.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2009-01-13 12:08 am

Stark Industries [Tuesday]

Pepper was mildly concerned about the washing machine thing, though thankfully she dry-cleaned nigh unto everything. Little did she realize that she probably wouldn't be able to retrieve those clothes until it was too late, anyway.

In any instance, she wondered if they would be busy with people wanting Tony to fix their large appliances.

[identity profile] headkickpoet.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, Ray had been hoping on a good shirt today, but apparently it was not to be or something. Hence, when he poked his head in, he was wearing a ratty Chicago Bulls shirt that he'd owned since the Dark Ages, but eh, he could pull it off. "So, this is Stark's, huh? Looks like it got rebuilt alright."

Shut up. He needed an excuse so he wouldn't look pathetic.

[identity profile] headkickpoet.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eh, you didn't miss much," Ray told her, grinning at her for a minute before he caught it. "Uh. What's up?" Smooth, smoother, Ray, people.

[identity profile] headkickpoet.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, can't all make gizmos to bring the sky down," he said, wandering up to the desk. "Or fight dinosaurs with, uh, our bare hands or whatever. Bet they can't do forms." Well, neither could Ray, but that wasn't the point.
Edited 2009-01-13 16:29 (UTC)

[identity profile] headkickpoet.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 05:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably pens like the Eiffel Tower," he agreed.

[identity profile] headkickpoet.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Smash the island right in two," he finished, "Big desk."

[identity profile] headkickpoet.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, Stark seems to be doin' fine," Ray snorted, poking at one of the walls. "Eh. Maybe the island would be better off a bunker."

[identity profile] headkickpoet.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'll believe anything," Ray told her, "But don't tell anybody. First day here? I got boobs."

[identity profile] headkickpoet.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"First day," he repeated, "Boobs. Chick Fraser's dating? No boobs. Welcome to Fandom."

[identity profile] headkickpoet.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, no, no," he hastened to correct her, because um. "She was a guy. I wasn't. Same for all the other guys on the island. Island's cursed."

[identity profile] headkickpoet.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fraser's fault," Ray said, with conviction, "Guy brings the weird. Um, what're you doing for lunch?"

[identity profile] headkickpoet.livejournal.com 2009-01-13 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think I, uh, could come up with something," said Ray Kowalski, the eternally hopeful. "No curses. Well, except the laundry thing, but I dunno how much you can do about that."