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thisavrou_log2017-02-15 05:37 pm
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so no one told you life was gonna be this way; ( closed-ish )
Who: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Marian Hawke, Varric Tethras, Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher + any invited guests
When: February
Where: Kauto R1, residence 15
What: Any and all roommate shenanigans in their new house! Top-levels to follow.
Warnings: Trolling, quips, committed couples

When: February
Where: Kauto R1, residence 15
What: Any and all roommate shenanigans in their new house! Top-levels to follow.
Warnings: Trolling, quips, committed couples

Hawke
[Hawke is sitting in her pajamas at the breakfast bar. Well not really sitting more like... collapsed on the breakfast bar. Her arms are on the table and her face is buried in them. Someone has clearly had a rough night. There's a cold piece of toast on a plate in front of her and a screwdriver that's barely been touched (but smells pretty strong).
Dum-E the adorable robot and sufferer of unrequited love rolls around the kitchen, trying to decide if he should bring her a box of tissues or a smoothie or what that will THIS TIME make her love him.
Do you dare approach this pathetic creature? (Hawke. Not Dum-E. Dum-E is precious]
[Will it blend? Thisavrou edition. -Open to all.]
[New house means new technology that Hawke has never encountered before. Dishwasher, washing machine, oven, and her favorite, the blender. Well, it's her favorite as far as it's fascinating. She watches Tony make liquid drinks in them in the morning that he forces on her but she drinks anyway because she's a good person.
Currently, she's grabbing various sorts of produce, chucking them into the blender, and then leaning down to see well... if it blends. Hawke watches the decimation of the pieces of produce with a clear amount of glee.
When you approach, she'll present to you a small electronic device that's definitely not important.]
What do you think? Will this thing tear it up or no?
[Wildcard! Hit me with anything.]
wake up in the morning...
[ Pepper's tone is dry as she pads barefooted into the kitchen already dressed for the day, taking in the sad sight of Hawke as she is. Dum-E trills a happy response back as if the greeting was for him, and Pepper smiles as she pats his claw fondly on her way to the coffeemaker. She loads it up with ease and clicks the machine on before turning back to the semi-comatose woman slumped over the island.
Reaching across the bar, Pepper pokes Hawke's shoulder experimentally. ] Just making sure you're still alive.
[ Squinting suspiciously at the glass of orange juice, she picks it up and takes a sniff -- immediately wincing at the alcoholic fumes stinging her nose, pulling the drink away from her face. ] Whew. I think you've had enough of these.
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[Is the stuffy response from underneath her arms. But the sound of her booze being unfairly stolen from her actually gets her to raise her head out of her arms. Hawke looks almost comically terrible, her eyes and nose are red, and she has dark circles contrasting her pale skin.]
And I haven't. I've only had one.
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If you still feel as terrible as you look from last night, more of the same won't help.
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Of course it will. Haven't you ever heard of hair of the [she makes a valiant effort to stifle a sneeze here]. Or maybe it's cat, in this house.
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If anything, that practice only postpones a hangover, you know. [ She gives Hawke a pointed look. ] And promotes addiction.
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[At the pointed look she just blinks innocently and then sneezes on her poor piece of toast and then winces at how that makes her head pound. It's sort of a vicious cycle over here.]
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[ Just saying!! Tsking a little at that sneeze and that unappetizing piece of toast, Pepper shakes her head. She can't watch this anymore without trying to fix it. ]
How about I make you some eggs? Protein will make you feel less shaky. [ Maybe. ]
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[And also because she's an anxious mess, hahaha.... But that's a secret that only Tony knows. Also she blinks a little at the offer as she rubs at her itchy nose. She has servants at home so she's no stranger to being cooked for but they are servants. Someone just doing it for you is a bit strange.]
You make eggs? You don't look like someone who makes eggs.
[Cooking is messy!!]
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What do people who make eggs look like, anyway?
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[She sniffles loudly. And Dum-E takes that as his cue to beep and carefully drop a box of tissues in front of her like a bouquet for a lovely lady. Hawke gives him a side eye before taking one of the tissues and blowing her nose into it. Dum-E seems to take this as liking the gift and he trills.
Hawke rolls her eyes.]
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Well, I'll have you know I can make eggs and plenty of other things, too. I just usually don't have as much time to cook as I might like to.
[ Her lips quirk as she glances over, catching the exchange. Her tone is wryly amused when she teases, ] Don't go breaking his poor little heart now, Hawke.
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will it blend? (no!!)
Oh, no you don't-- no, no, no, no. [ Firmly, she takes the remote away from Hawke, shaking her head. ]
It's one thing that you've tossed days worth of produce into the thing now just to watch them get liquefied. I get it, it's new and oddly exciting. Everyone's been getting their vitamins from all the green smoothies we've been able to make. [ She could hardly let the pulped produce go to waste, after all! She brandishes the small device. ] But this? This is where I draw the line, Hawke. No metals, no plastic, no paper, absolutely nothing inedible is to go into the blender! Okay? It seriously will break. Am I making myself clear?
IT COULD IF YOU LET HER
Maybe it's a red head thing.
Hawke sighs like Pepper is being ridiculous and rubs at her nose.]
Alright. I suppose I'll have to find a different way to have fun. ...Or buy my own blending thing.
STILL NO
[ Well, thank god that was relatively painless! And despite knowing she'll probably come to regret the words somehow, sometime in the not too distant future, she promises dryly, ]
The moment you buy your own blender, you can stick anything you want in it.
wake up in the morning
You look like shit.
[ GOOD MORNING. ]
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Still better than you on one of your good days then.
[Muffled sass.]
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[ He thumps her on the back like a good friend, clearly indifferent to her weak-ass insults. Step up your game. ]
Y'know, I bet I can blend a few Tylenol into a smoothie.
[ He says it with the confidence of someone who's done it many, many times. ]
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Are you offering to wait on me, Mr. Stark?
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But since I don't trust you with anything sharp that also runs on electricity, sure. You get a freebie this one time.
[ Smashcut to Hawke's Will It Blend experiments, thus thoroughly validating his concerns. ]
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I'll treasure the moment in my mind forever. A sure sign of your affection. He blended something for me.
[Said a mock teary tone, clearly trying to imitate someone who just received an incredible gift. At least she's perking up a bit and no longer seeing how far she can burrow in her own arms.]
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[ A pathetically empty threat, as he's already pushed away from the bar to assemble whatever fruit he can get his hands. Also vegetables. Hell, he'd probably be adding powdered supplements if he could find any. ]
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You could. But then I'd have to do it myself. You're supposed to stick your hand in as far as possible to make sure it's working right?
[She knows your weakness buddy.]
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... I bet I could fingerprint-lock the blender. And the oven. And the can opener.
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Well, they're all electric aren't they? And electricity is basically lightning. I could run them on my own. Manual.
[She taps her fingers together and bits of lightning crackle between the tips.
Get new friends, Tony.]
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