console; video

[peacefullywreathed]

[The audio comes on first, accompanied by a quiet curse. Then the video appears on Solomon leaning over his console. He's in his apartment, but he's wrapped in his coat and his breath is misting, and he's very pale, as if he's been in the cold for hours on end without having been properly attired. His eyes don't fix on anything, and the observant will notice old scars around them.]

I know there's a number of mechanically-inclined in the city. Our heating's just broken down.

[He hesitates.]

Earlier this morning, actually.

[It's mid-afternoon.]

I don't care if you're Foreigner or kedan, but I'll give you extra if you come now to fix it, and do so before Raine gets home.

[And don't mention the part where his fingers are dangerously blue. Or so he assumes they are, given that they're numb, hence the trouble finding the 'on' switch. She absolutely won't see this before work ends, right? Right?]

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[peacefullywreathed]

[Let's just say that needing to be supervised during hot showers to make sure they aren't hot would be a nuisance, if it weren't Raine being the supervisor. He grimaces.]

Suffice to say Raine's going to have Words when she gets back, whether I succeed in fixing the heating or not.

Somewhere tropical would be nice. Or a desert. I could deal with a desert. I could even deal with somewhere that rains a lot, as long as it's decently humid.

[lasergrenades]

Yeah, I figured. [She laughs quietly.] She's very good at scolding people.

[The kettle starts to whistle, and Pepper turns the stove off before it reaches a piercing shriek. She's been here enough times to know where the tea is.]

Well, hopefully we can wake up Tu Vishan sooner rather than later. Seems like we might be getting somewhere anyway.

wrap up?

[peacefullywreathed]

Excellent. Tell me when you need a tillerman.

[He hasn't been terribly involved in the planning, but he'd contributed to the movement, at least. He listens to the clink and splash of tea preparation, and reaches out to have it be put in his hands.]

Thank you, by the way. For coming to rescue a mild idiot.

sure :)

[lasergrenades]

[She's more careful with the tea this time than the thermos she'd shoved at him earlier, now that he's maybe slightly less of an ice cube. Pepper smiles; whether he'd meant to use her armored persona name or not, it was fitting.]

It's my job.