Deranged in paranoia
DATE: We'll go with Day 57, evening.
CHARACTER(S): Tony Stark (ExtreimsShield) and Norman Osborn (neverapologizes)
STATUS: Closed // Complete
SUMMARY: They're going to "talk", well, that and some SIGNALS.
LOCATION: Cabin 411
Tony leaned back in his seat, eyes closed as he sent mental messages throughout the ship, one after another, mind on different rooms and levels of the ship. He needed to keep an eye on everything, be ready. He was like a living command center, and as such, he had things he had to watch over, including his roommate, who was grimacing as he walked down the halls. Of course, Tony constantly had Norman Osborn under surveillance.
Tony had requested to talk with him. He honestly didn't trust Norman Osborn, and increasingly, things were looking dimmer and dimmer to him. He was nervous, and agitated by the fact that he couldn't read the man. He couldn't figure out what Norman Osborn's plan was, or what he thought he could acomplish here on Pluto, and he very obviously had a goal. It made Tony wary, and he was tapping out a pattern on his thigh while he interfaced, compiling the data that he had collected for the day, reviewing it, and discarded that which didn't need to be kept. Things like people walking down the hall, eating, screwing, whatever the case may be. Hell, even he was discreet.
CHARACTER(S): Tony Stark (ExtreimsShield) and Norman Osborn (neverapologizes)
STATUS: Closed // Complete
SUMMARY: They're going to "talk", well, that and some SIGNALS.
LOCATION: Cabin 411
Tony leaned back in his seat, eyes closed as he sent mental messages throughout the ship, one after another, mind on different rooms and levels of the ship. He needed to keep an eye on everything, be ready. He was like a living command center, and as such, he had things he had to watch over, including his roommate, who was grimacing as he walked down the halls. Of course, Tony constantly had Norman Osborn under surveillance.
Tony had requested to talk with him. He honestly didn't trust Norman Osborn, and increasingly, things were looking dimmer and dimmer to him. He was nervous, and agitated by the fact that he couldn't read the man. He couldn't figure out what Norman Osborn's plan was, or what he thought he could acomplish here on Pluto, and he very obviously had a goal. It made Tony wary, and he was tapping out a pattern on his thigh while he interfaced, compiling the data that he had collected for the day, reviewing it, and discarded that which didn't need to be kept. Things like people walking down the hall, eating, screwing, whatever the case may be. Hell, even he was discreet.