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tushanshu2013-07-30 06:43 pm
storm_warning) wrote in tushanshu2013-07-30 06:43 pm
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Video | EA-2TRIBBLES
[The Ororo that sits in her chair as the console comes online is not happy. She is soaking wet and wrapped in a towel that says she's fresh from the shower. The air about her has dropped numerous degrees by the way her breath frosts and the fact that the wet mop of hair half plastered over her face is starting to frost at the tips.]
They were cute. Cuddly. I could like the cuddly Furby angle. But this?
[She thrusts out her hand, in which she has fisted a lot of wet tribble fur.]
No. That's too far. They clogged my shower. This means war.
[With an irritated noise, she throws the sopping wet handful of tribble fur on the console surface, then points at the screen.]
This is officially crisis-level important. What're we doing about it? Because I'm about to make it look like Christmas out there and I could use a hand.
[With a disgusted noise aimed at the fur, she turns off the console. Replies'll come as she gets ready.]
[ooc; there's an action thread inside if you want to give Ororo a hand with her temper tantrum against the tribbles.]
They were cute. Cuddly. I could like the cuddly Furby angle. But this?
[She thrusts out her hand, in which she has fisted a lot of wet tribble fur.]
No. That's too far. They clogged my shower. This means war.
[With an irritated noise, she throws the sopping wet handful of tribble fur on the console surface, then points at the screen.]
This is officially crisis-level important. What're we doing about it? Because I'm about to make it look like Christmas out there and I could use a hand.
[With a disgusted noise aimed at the fur, she turns off the console. Replies'll come as she gets ready.]
[ooc; there's an action thread inside if you want to give Ororo a hand with her temper tantrum against the tribbles.]
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Eh, and it's Tony Stark, if she's being honest. Brilliant Dudes'R'Us would be the one to do it if anyone did.
Whatever. He's going to help with her tribble problem and that's what matters. Ororo leaves her console after the bulk of the conversations are dealt with, switching out the towel for her X-Men uniform. She's wandering about and drying her hair mostly, since there's quite a bit of it to deal with.]
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He probably ought to care about the odd picture he paints by doing ordinary activities in the suit, but as he touches down on the street outside her apartment, he isn't thinking of that. He finds her door, then knocks politely. It's only afterward that he remembers to open the faceplate so that he at least looks a little like he's on the level. ]
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Deal with it, fuzzballs.
[It's a muttering under her breath as she stalks for the door, nudging yet more tribbles aside with her foot as she goes. One manages to drop onto her head just as pulls open the door and she? Does not look impressed.]
Take them all.
[This may be the first time she's seen the Iron Man armour up close, but she can't get much joy out of it today. It's like seeing a really colourful Colossus with Tony Stark's face -- a level of weirdness that doesn't need to be touched on. Really.]
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How about we compromise at four?
[ More than likely, they’re going to die. He knows that. He doesn’t know how to take of pets. Taking all of them is asking for trouble. ]
I’m not sure I could handle furry downpours as well as you.
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Five and it's a deal.
[A deadpan tone as she steps aside and sweeps her other arm to show the mess of, well, tribbles.]
And that's after a discount for the compliment. I was going to make you take twenty.
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[ Smiling, he reaches out and takes the tribble. Four, five, is there really a difference at that point? ]
Deal. Five it is.
[ He eyes the sea of tribbles behind her. ]
Should I even ask which other four you don't want?
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[A deadpan as Ororo gently shuffles her feet through the tribbles, scooping up a couple more.]
I don't care.
[And she means it.]
For the record? It's kind of weird meeting the other you in person.
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So I heard.
[ It's as nonchalant and casually dismissive as he can make it. He's still not over not being the one and only. He probably never will be. ]
Thanks for the little furballs, by the way. If I need more, I'll know who to see to get more.
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I get it -- the whole disconnect.
[A shrug, then a roll of her eyes at his last comment.]
You can dream. I'm putting this place on an extermination watch -- this time tomororow, it'll be Furby free.
[Ororo finds another one and tosses it over. Can't blame her for trying, right?]
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Really? You're going to kill them?
[ Catching the tribble happens by accident, he does it automatically, and then he sighs. So maybe he'll take a few more. ]
Now I feel guilty. Thanks for that. Fine. Give me a few more. I'll figure out something to do with the damn things.
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Furry paperweights. [She suggests it in a deadpan, tossing another at him, since he's being so good with the catching deal.]
And it's more a circle-of-life deal. Y'know how much sharks'll frenzy for these buggers?
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Really? That's the popular entertainment these days? Making sharks frenzy? Haven't you seen Jaws? It's all fun and games until the shark the size of a mountain comes to eat you.
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Word is the guy summoning them can keep the snapping at a minimum. I'll take my chances just to clear this place out.
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There's a guy summoning them? Why?
[ And because his armload is getting full: ]
Okay, Hotel Furball's officially closed. No vacancy.
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Because I asked him to.
[Said with the first glimmer of nonchalance she's had since the Tribble Clog.]
Either we play nice with these fuzzballs, or we toss them into the circle of life. I'm gunning for the latter.
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[ And now she wants to kill them. He doesn't know whether to be impressed or concerned by that level of viciousness. ]
What about using their fur to make clothes? Like sheep. Shear the fuzzballs every couple months, make a few glamorous rugs or blankets or something.
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[A shrug. Ororo meant to do something with 'em and shark bait's less messy than 'haul them in the air and zap them' would be.]
Trust me, what I'm dumping? Won't exactly make them extinct. I know someone's got some fridged somewhere.
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[ Just the thought of it weirds him out. Nothing like opening the door in the morning, half asleep and wanting some OJ, only to be warbled at by a cold ball of fur. ]
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Ouch. That's harsh. Useful tidbit of information, though. I'll remember that.
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[ He doesn't need to be told twice. Turning to the door, he takes his armload of tribbles and heads out, tossing over his shoulder as he goes; ]
Thanks for the furballs.
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Ororo closes the door as he leaves, shaking her head once. That was one of the less... flirtatious run-ins she'd had with Iron Man, but definitely one of the more memorable ones to ponder on.
But first, she had tribbles to ditch.]