Stark Industries, Tuesday, Dec. 11

[ultron_junior]

Victor learned the following things on his way to work:
1. Mobile snowmen shaking mistletoe in his face made him a lot jumpier than he would have expected.
2. When he got jumpy, he still was prone to zapping without thinking.
3. Electromagnetic bolts did not do much to snowmen besides melt them around the edges a little.
4. They still did not like being melted; it seemed to just make the mistletoe-shaking more aggressive.

That valuable life lesson complete, he huffed into the shop and took his place behind a workbench with a virus-ridden computer on it. Somebody really needed to quit trusting every movie torrent they saw.

He kept one wary eye on the door, just in case the snowmen made a reappearance.

[OOC: Open shop, no OCD!]

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[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

When Olive came in, sans Ally but fairly well doused in snow and with a little bit of mistletoe in her hair, she was a lot grumpier than she had been before she'd started getting attacked by the stupid things. "Just when I think I know what to expect from this place," she said by way of greeting, "I'm assaulted by a snowman with some plant."

[ultron_junior]

"I know. They freaked me out so bad I zapped one," Victor said. He'd been practically around the counter before she was all the way through the door. "It did not improve his mood."

He reached up to brush some of the snow off her jacket. "Hi, anyhow. How was home?"

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Free of snow and anthropomorphic snowmen," Olive decided, leaning in to give him a kiss. It'd been a long week, either way. "I miss anything especially fun here?"

Oh, Olive.

[ultron_junior]

Kissing. She'd missed kissing.

"That," Victor said, once he finally stepped back from her. "But you got out of the latest round of us all going nuts, so ... call it a draw?"

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"How nuts?" Olive asked, her smile a little dopey as she reached up to affectionately play with his hair a little. "Worse than the snowman thing?"

[ultron_junior]

"Mmmm," Victor nodded. "We were black and white. There were bongos. And I think I saw a dodo bird."

He realized as he spoke that it sounded a bit like free association, but the whole week had felt that way too.

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"...what?" Olive said, staring at him. "I feel like you just described the plots of three different crazy acid trips."

[ultron_junior]

"That's about what it felt like," Victor told her. "Nothing made sense. I read a bunch of poetry and hit my drums a lot. Topher played baseball. It was like a four-day-long dream."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Wait, so you were like...a beatnik?" Olive asked, trying to follow along. "I missed you quoting Ginsberg and possibly wearing a beret? This is tragic."

[ultron_junior]

"... dios mio, I had managed to forget the beret," Victor sighed. "Yes. A beatnik. But we were all, like, G-rated? So I was the kind of beatnik who didn't swear or smoke pot."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Less fun, but still sort of hot in my head," she assured him. "That's crazy. And you turned black and white, too? Like old TV?"

Ding ding ding.

[ultron_junior]

Victor squinted at her as he thought about that. "Actually that is weirdly accurate," he said. "Did you ever see that show, Dopey Willis? I was like the beatnik on that, excet wth less freaking out about the word 'work.'"

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Huh." Olive considered that for a moment. "And Topher played baseball? I'm not sure Topher knows what a baseball is. Like, literally, I could throw one at his head and he'd be like 'What is this?'"

[ultron_junior]

Victor laughed at the mental image. "And then he'd realize he couldn't hack it, put it down and forget about it," he suggested. "But yeah, that's what he says. I was too busy banging on bongos and spreading the gospel of Kerouac to see for myself."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"I wonder what would've happened to me," Olive mused. "And what was that about dodo birds? They're like, super-extinct, Victor."

Because that was the confusing part of this story.

[ultron_junior]

"For like three hundred years, yeah," Victor nodded. "But they were just sort of ... waddling around. Hanging out with the flamingos in the park like it was completely normal."

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"I mean, I guess that's not any weirder than blue deer?" Olive tried. "But...wow. Was it all, like, connected?"

[ultron_junior]

"I have no idea," Victor said slowly. "I was about as smart as dryer lint, so I wasn't exactly analyzing the situation. But it would make sense if they were, huh?"

[dirtiest-skank.livejournal.com]

"Bongos-Victor was dumb?" Olive asked, making a face. "And he just lost more sexiness points, damn. But yeah, that's...bizarre. Usually this stuff seems to kind of line up to make a warped sort of sense, and I'm not seeing it here."

[ultron_junior]

"Dodos did end up extinct 'cause they were really dumb," Victor speculated. "Maybe it was like ... an invasion of stupidity."