Mk II: Dreams Are Fiction

[thecoolexec]

1 | 5723 Cunningham Lane| Open to residents

[Tony shakes himself awake, looking blearily around him. He'd had some type of strange dream. He had still been in Mayfield, but he had been with friends from home. Pepper was in his living room, drinking that godawful tea she likes so much for some reason, and Rhodey was sitting in the kitchen with his

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[answerer_sword]

Just pick one and get it over with.

[Bazett herself does not care for the color of her clothing. Although if she were given a choice, she would not wear the garish clothing she currently has on, she has been forced to wear it out of necessity.]

[thecoolexec]

[Tony keeps starting at the hats, not looking up.]

Easy for you to say, sweetheart. I'm the one who has to sacrifice his masculinity to the Devil by wearing one--God, is there honestly nothing else here? Nothing at all?

[answerer_sword]

I am afraid there is nothing. Everything else in this town is similarly colored.

[thecoolexec]

Well. At least I'm not the only disdainful one around here.
[He glances up finally.] Oh, uh... Did you want one of these? I'm not going to need both. I don't WANT either one, really, so much as I want an Irish hot chocolate and my own silk cotton slippers.

[answerer_sword]

Yes. Please make a choice.

[She cocks her head a little at the mention of Irish hot chocolate. She remembered getting those drinks at airports when travelling on her missions.]

I suppose you could go to the tavern and ask for one. After all, they do stock Irish Whiskey.

[thecoolexec]

You can go ahead. I think i'll just go without for now. You should go with the yellow. It'll match your sunny disposition.

Last time I went the bartender didn't even know what it was. Kept telling me to get a regular hotchoc at the Dairy...

[answerer_sword]

[She shrugs and takes the yellow.]

You should ask one of the non-drone bartenders. Drones, I am afraid, are useless except for occassional bits of information and extra funds.

[thecoolexec]

Hrm. Good to know. Now if I can't talk to them and get anything out of it, I can always rob them.

Well. This conversation has been... interesting, Miss...?

[answerer_sword]

Not openly on the street, since that might get you droned. But you can do it in your house, at least.

Bazett Fraga McRemitz.

[thecoolexec]

Gesundheit.
[Followed by a wry smirk.]

[answerer_sword]

[It takes her a little while to understand his joke. When she does, she crosses her arms, looking miffed.]

I do not appreciate jokes about my name.

[thecoolexec]

[Tony innocently buttons his suit jacket a little more.]

Joke? Who's joking? I thought you sneezed, my mistake.
Tony's the name, Stark's my surname.

[answerer_sword]

Stark? As in Stark Naked? You look very well-clothed, though.

[If he gets to joke about her name, then she is going to return the favor.

[thecoolexec]

[Tony laughs genuinely.] Well, you sound disappointed that I am! You wouldn't be if I wasn't, I can assure you that. [He observes her up and down, with interest.] Hm...from the looks of you, I wouldn't be disappointed if you were, either...

[answerer_sword]

[Bazett wonders if she should just punch him now.]

I think I, as well as the other sentient people in this store, would prefer it if we were both adequately clothed.

[This is all she can say.]

[thecoolexec]

[Tony grins roguishly] Don't be so hard on yourself! You look good! I can tell you work out. Very... lithe frame, nothing to be ashamed of, certainly. Besides, I don't think anyone else is here, having sentient thoughts. [Wink.]