Jarvis is on a couch, reading a book.
(He finished the one Pepper suggested; Jane gave him this one. Jarvis rather likes the butler character, though the whole setup feels rather familiar. All it needs is the personal assistant.)

"Pepper, where in the hell are you?" Tony Stark walks down the stairs, shouting to whomever will listen ( Read more... )

Collins is hunched over a laptop, working on something. Every so often, he turns from the screen to cough. A small cup with assorted medications appears. "All right, I get your point," he grumbles to the ceiling before downing the meds.

James peers over Collins' shoulders. "What precisely is this?" He may be the first wizard to learn how to hack ( Read more... )

Tony's asleep. In fact, he's sleeping off a hangover. He found, much to his delight, that his room had a full bar that didn't ever stop having drinks. Mmmmm.

However, if you would like to either wake the sleeping CEO or accidentally barge in, you are more than welcome.

It's not every day that roof detritus falls down on the poor unsuspecting patrons of the Inn.

However, this evening is a bit different. A red-and-gold suit of armour comes through the room, bits of wood, nails, and other things coming with him.

The helmet turns left, turns right, and then pauses. "Jarvis, where the hell am I?"

Something's wrong with the door. Tony Stark is a certifiable genius, but, honestly, this is his first actual thought upon arriving. You try opening your garage doors and stepping into a hotel lobby. Naturally, alarm follows. Tony's second thought is actually a rush of many panicked thoughts, such as, Where the hell is/are my

a.) cars
b.) suit
c.) ( Read more... )