Secret Lab, Warehouse District -Monday After Classes

[hoorayimrich]

Tony was just going to spend the rest of the week in his lab, working on Warren's car. And not thinking about Poseidon or painting. Because it was perfectly healthy to just ignore everything weird about the last weekend in favour of work. Just ask anyone named Stark ever. Wait, maybe not that Stark at the clinic. Maybe

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[longislandiceme]

Bobby had been given directions, and he'd followed those directions, and so therefore... he was not in the least bit lost.

Really.

Except for how he couldn't figure out where the entrance to this damn lab of Tony's was supposed to be. Damnit. Pulling out his phone, he sent a quick text:

ok. here. now where the hells the door?

[hoorayimrich]

It took a moment for Tony to shut off the welder and look over at the security systems. He grinned, shaking his head because he hadn't run into him over the weekend so it was safe.

Tapping out a few things, he had the door open before speaking over what could have been speakers in the walls. "Come to your doom, Drake."

[longislandiceme]

...Well, that worked, then.

"Nice try," Bobby said, rolling his eyes as he stepped inside. "But it really needs some maniacal laughter to make it effective."

[hoorayimrich]

"I turned down AIM," Tony replied, pulling his goggles up so he looked slightly less strange.

[batwaffles]

Hey, honey, Stephanie sent via text at some point in the afternoon. Sorry about the drinks and everything, but at least you're alive?

[hoorayimrich]

Tony stared at the notification for a moment or five before responding with:

There's that! I think I might have poisoned my not-dad, though.

He was still alive. Tony might have lurked outside the shop like a creeper, checking.

[batwaffles]

Stephanie might have checked, too. La la la. JUNIOR DETECTIVE THING, REALLY.

I was wondering if bizarro-world you was behind that. Good thing it didn't take, huh? As my death didn't, apparently. What was that all about?

[hoorayimrich]

I think all of the weekend should be ignored. A lot. Oh god, why was he always so gay on those weekends?

[momslilassassin]

"Tony?" Ben called at the door to the secret doorway he totally knew about (ha!). "Want to play video games and not drink tequila?"

[hoorayimrich]

"Oh god, no tequila ever," Tony groaned, covering his face with gloved hands.

[momslilassassin]

"Or trying to blow up my family's non-existent diamond mine?"

Ender? What Ender?

[hoorayimrich]

"Or weddings," Tony confirmed, peeling the gloves and goggles off to go start a nice, violent video game that could be played as a team of two.

[dollpocalypse]

Look, a text! Weren't you glad to be receiving a text from your favorite former devoted hooker ever, Tony? Didn't it make you feel all happy inside?

Okay, maybe not.

Never happened, Topher penned eloquently. REALLY. NEVER.

[hoorayimrich]

SO HAPPY.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Ah, that worked.

[dollpocalypse]

Topher wasn't sure if that was Tony obliging him or proof that he had genuinely forgot the crazy, so he texted him a helpful reminder.

Kotex.

[hoorayimrich]

Excuse Tony, he was going to hit his head on the frame of the car. A lot.

That was an out, Topher.

[endsthegame]

How are you doing?

Oh sure, expect Ender to be the one sensitive person in Tony's barrage of messages.

[hoorayimrich]

Who does that?!

I haven't poisoned or arranged the murder of anyone in almost 24 hours. I think I'm doing well.

[endsthegame]

Well. You know. Ender wa a bit of a freak.

It's definitely a sign you're recovering, Ender wrote back. If there was such a thing as a sardonic text, that was it.

[hoorayimrich]

Survived your Taylor Swifting?