[Thread] Room Meeting of Epicness
Characters: OU Tony Stark, OU Master Chief/John-117, OU Spartan-087/Kelly, OU Leon Kennedy
Where: Dor-Dyo
When: late evening, some day after this conversation and one of the two putting up this note
Summary: Tony and Kelly have come to an important decision: the awesomeness living under one ceiling must have a room meeting.
Warnings: Awesomeness?
The room was actually clean. It was a miracle. The setting was typical in this city otherwise: a pair of short couches, an armchair or two, and a coffee table. There might have been a few things on the side, too, but it hardly mattered in the long run. It can be mentioned however that one corner of the main room had a pile of "junk" that one of the roommates had graciously cleaned up not too long ago. He just happened to never have enough room in his own room.
Speaking of that particular roommate, he was there already, sitting in one of the armchairs quite comfortably, waiting. He hardly left the apartment anyway so it wasn't as if he was early or polite or any such thing. Tony Stark was just taking a break--and otherwise bored.
He was fiddling with something, too. He almost always was. Whatever the item was though it seemed to glow with its own inner light. An energy source? He glanced up and wondered what time it was.
Where: Dor-Dyo
When: late evening, some day after this conversation and one of the two putting up this note
Summary: Tony and Kelly have come to an important decision: the awesomeness living under one ceiling must have a room meeting.
Warnings: Awesomeness?
The room was actually clean. It was a miracle. The setting was typical in this city otherwise: a pair of short couches, an armchair or two, and a coffee table. There might have been a few things on the side, too, but it hardly mattered in the long run. It can be mentioned however that one corner of the main room had a pile of "junk" that one of the roommates had graciously cleaned up not too long ago. He just happened to never have enough room in his own room.
Speaking of that particular roommate, he was there already, sitting in one of the armchairs quite comfortably, waiting. He hardly left the apartment anyway so it wasn't as if he was early or polite or any such thing. Tony Stark was just taking a break--and otherwise bored.
He was fiddling with something, too. He almost always was. Whatever the item was though it seemed to glow with its own inner light. An energy source? He glanced up and wondered what time it was.