Date: 2015-02-06 08:00 am (UTC)
snarkycan: (You sure about that?)
From: [personal profile] snarkycan
I wake up to being kicked.

Well, more accurately, I guess I should say that I get kicked, and that wakes me up. That, and the resulting thud-thud-oomph of a full person's size of, you know, person dropping onto my midsection. I feel that, even through the suit.

"Woah! Not Spock, not an unfeeling Vulcan here, ow. Also, if you didn't actually mean me, and you were, I don't know, cursing to Spock as your god, then let me tell you exactly how much I think you need to get out of your basement and into some kind of psych chair."

"THE GENTLEMAN IS CURRENTLY OUTDOORS, SIR."

Sigh. "Missing the point, J."

"VERY SORRY, SIR."

"Whatever." I sit up, letting the suit do the work, and get an eye on the guy who tripped over me. He's shortish, probably, brown hair, blue shirt, humanish all over. He's the first not-pillbug face I've seen since I got here, so he's automatically new buddy material.

"Hey. Hey, there. Hi! So hey, what the hell is this place? Did you get stuck here too? Do you know where the door is? Oh, right, hi, I'm Tony Stark, nice to meet you."

"Seriously, have you seen the door."
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