Mk 1: "The Morning After All The Mornings After"

[thecoolexec]

A | Action | Cunningham Lane | Open To All

There were no models sleeping by Tony's left side when he woke up in bed that morning. Even worse: there were no models on his right side. There was A Woman lying next to him, which at first placated him, until he realized he could have done better. Probably. Then he was just disappointed in himself.

Looking

Comments

C

[grumpygumballs]

...If it'll spare us hearing any more of that story?

No. It's not a joke. You've been kidnapped. All of us have. So yeah. It isn't funny.

Re: C

[thecoolexec]

Kidnapped?
...What, again?
Hm, you'd think they'd try to spice things up a bit, maybe money launder, hell, maybe do the kidnapping, just for shits and giggles.

Well, at least there isn't sand everywhere this time.

Who is this? What is this?

[grumpygumballs]

....

[You know, "again" wasn't the reaction he was expecting, but Benson won't ask questions at the moment. He'll just let that part drop.]

This place? Is Mayfield. It's...I dunno. There's supposed to be a pamphlet about it or something, if you ask one of the people who live in the house with you.

Yeah I'm not giving my name to a perfect stranger, sorry.

[thecoolexec]

Well, that's nice of you, but I'm not quite perfect, I don't think. Peerless, maybe.

Just to clarify: you'll give me advice, "I don't know's" and attitude, but identities are where you draw the line? Got it, noted.

c

[rapier_ex]

You may want to watch how loudly you mention Russians around the drones, Mister.

Re: c

[thecoolexec]

Hm? Hey, I'm not a huge Ruskie fan myself, too much corruption and not enough booze to make up for it. And I truly... hate vodka. Tastes like vitriol and Pinesol.

[rapier_ex]

The drones operate under the assumption that you are in what you people from earth called the Cold War. If that makes any sense.

[thecoolexec]

Cold War? What? So, there's a Red Scare going on in this nuthouse? Fantastic.

Waitaminute. Drones. Predator drones, you're referring to? Or... worker bees, is the only other meaning that comes to mind.

B

[tosurpassgod]

[Hello there, strange man going through the closet. You're new, and so Black☆Star stops on his way to the kitchen to look at you, fresh from a thousand or so push-ups]

Who're you?

Re: B

[thecoolexec]

[Tony, so engrossed in his thoughts, didn't hear your footsteps. When he hears his voice, Tony jumps a little, but doesn't turn around.]

I am your prisoner, apparently. Woke up in some uncomfortable pajamas in a house that is uncomfortably not mine. Though shockingly well-kept for a terrorist encampment, gotta say, love the hedges, I see you put a lot of effort into them.

Your turn.

[tosurpassgod]

[Have a blank stare, Tony]

You're not my prisoner. Taking hostages is below a big guy like me. It's some guy pretending to be a little girl pulling the strings.

[thecoolexec]

[...Okay, this is a new angle for terrorists. ...So is this entire house and neighborhood. He stands up, wielding the wrench he found in a toolbox, slowly turning around to examine his captor.]

Ah, the boundless wisdom words of my...

...........spiky-haired kid?

A!

[rogersthat]

[Steve is heading to work right at that moment, so of course this is kind...of awkward.

But he kind of recognizes the other, but would Tony even recognize the scrawny ex-super soldier?]...Tony?

Re: A!

[thecoolexec]

[Tony looks up at the sound of his name and sees some 110 lb runt looking at him in confusion.]

That's what they call me.

[He eyes Steve suspiciously from where he stands.]

[rogersthat]

Oh...I guess you wouldn't recognize me like this, either.

It's Steve, Tony.

[thecoolexec]

[Tony is unimpressed and continues looking around him.]

Steve, yeah, sure, good for you. Listen, do you want to pull my car around for me, there must be... some kind of mistake. It's the grey and black BMW, with the butterfly doors? You don't need my keys, push to start. Thanks, buddy. I'll tip, don't worry.

A

[viridian_knight]

[What timing. Hal's checking his time during his early morning run, dressed in a rather anachronistic early-00's tracksuit and his well-worn Adidas. Someone might have missed the memo about 50's fashion.

His gaze swivels onto Tony at the sound of the opening door...and pauses. This is going to be another week for crazies, won't it.]

Re: A

[thecoolexec]

[Tony taps his chest again and coughs experimentally. It... seems like they did it right, whoever "they" are and whatever "they" did. He does a few jumping jacks... but stops after four, obviously not cut out for it]

Re: A

[viridian_knight]

...New in town? [He calls out, leaning against the white picket fence.]

Re: A

[thecoolexec]

...Apparently... How'd you guess?

[Oh right. He's half-naked in the snow, barefoot and bewildered-looking.]

.....Don't answer that.