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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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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.]