a day in the life

[runsthehouse]

Jarvis doesn't really sleep, when he's not human. He takes some down time for running diagnostics, fixing anything that comes up amiss, that sort of thing - but it's not the same as sleeping. Still, it's adequate rest for the circumstances

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[has_a_heart]

Tony Stark doesn't snore. He would never do something like that.

So, theorectically not snoring, Tony is sleeping. It's an amusing sight, really.

At eight AM, right on time, Tony's alarm goes off, buzzing noisily. Six thwaps of the snooze alarm later.... he's still sleeping.

[runsthehouse]

However, snooze buttons only go so far when your house can intervene.
"Mr. Stark, I wholly recommend that you are awake and dressed by the time Miss Potts gets here."
She'll be upset, if he's late to any of his appointments. And he really doesn't want to risk his personal assistant's wrath, does he?

[has_a_heart]

"mmmmf. Pepper's seen me in worse." Tony does get up, however, stumbling to the shower. Water runs, runs, and finally a slightly-less-bleary Tony comes out, towelling himself off. "How bad's the suit, Jarvis?"

[runsthehouse]

"It's certainly seen worse, sir. However, it will require a few repairs before you can take it out again."
That may have gone without saying, but Tony did ask.

[nexttimebaby]

Rhodey's pretty used to letting himself into this house, by now. Doorbells are for people who haven't been friends with Tony Stark for 20 years. He's got all the necessary security codes and the various systems know him, which is probably a good thing, because he's got a good-sized bag of take-out and a six-pack under one arm, and he needs the other to shoulder open doors.

In the house, a glance around for any signs of life (mostly looking for Pepper), and then down the stairs to the workshop; it's pretty standard. At the glass doors, he juggles food and beer to key in the three-digit code, and he steps inside.

"Tony," he calls out as the door shuts behind him. The food's going on the imaging table, even if it's not meant for eating; another minute of trying to balance it and he was going to drop it.

Stark's got to be down here somewhere. He always is.

[OOC: Let me know if any of this isn't okay, and I can change it!]

[runsthehouse]

Jarvis turns down Tony's music, as Colonel Rhodes reaches the door to the garage.
It's not polite to make your company shout at you.

[has_a_heart]

"I'm over here, Rhodey!" Tony is underneath a car, tinkering cheerfully. "There are cookies on my desk, but Pepper and Jarvis made them, so I'm a bit worried, frankly."

[nexttimebaby]

Rhodey finishes setting down the food; shoots a wary look at the desk.

"What kind of cookies?" he asks, heading over toward the desk.

(This is the all-important question.)