Event Log - Total Recall (2)

[lucetimods]

Who: YOU AND ME! THAT SPELLS... MOUYE?
What: More event shenanigans
When: Today until the 4th! (Backdating is okay too)
Where: All around Luceti. Actually that's wrong. Anywhere INSIDE Luceti.
Summary: It's that special time when the Malnosso collect all their recent experiments and apply them all at once to measure effectiveness. Although invaluable as research, it tends to leave the subjects looking just a bit mad.
Rating: Rated BLARGHARGHBLARGH

So there is a mod post and it pretty much tells you EVERYTHING you need to know. This is a second log so people can change up their effects and try something new, jump into the event late, or just avoid the impending CAPTCHA on the first log.

Don't forget to tag in using the appropriate format: [canon] character name

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[alloys]

[He likes the feel of clean clothes, okay?]

Um, yes, as a matter of fact, there is. Let's do a spot check--what time is it?

[selfhelp]

It's... time to do dishes?

[God, he really is starting to feel like a kid being chided by his stern mother. Although in this case Tony's a rather tame version of his mom. At least she's not threatening him with the fact that he'll probably find some way to fail all of his classes if he doesn't have a healthy sense of responsibility for household chores or some other psychology bullshit.]

[alloys]

[Oh, just wait. He'll guilt you for making him a less efficient hero momentarily.]

Cute. No--it's eleven. Eleven is what time again? Say it with me--that's when I have my coffee break. How am I supposed to have a coffee break and rejuvenate my mind without any coffee?

[selfhelp]

[Billy needs to give himself a moment, just a moment, to tell himself that wishing Tony Stark to the top of the barrier and letting him drop would be detrimental to his peaceful life in this village. Also probably fatal. Avengers don't kill. (Except for that one time. That only half-counts.)]

You need me to push a button?

[He seemed perfectly capable of making his own coffee before... but even as he quietly protests, Billy is still moving towards the coffee machine and filling up one of the filters. Apparently this whole fairy tale persona has him whipped until it wears off.]

[alloys]

[Sweet, bro. Think as many spiteful thoughts as you want, Billy. Tony will be happy as long as he gets his coffee.

...Except, no, he really won't, because he really gets a kick out of pushing you around and making you feel like an utter failure.]

Well, I assume you can accomplish a task that simple. But you're welcome to prove me wrong. It's a shame, too--you're already behind on time. So much for that armor-polishing opportunity.

[selfhelp]

[With the coffee on... Billy eyes the dishes, then sighs quietly and starts to work on those, too. If not for the dress and the sudden, excessive pushiness of his 'boss', this would actually be a pretty normal afternoon so far.]

I'm not sure you were ever really gonna let me do it, anyway.

[That voice Cinderella gets when she can't go to the ball? Yeah, that's how he sounds right now. YOU HAVE DASHED HIS BRIGHTEST DREAMS.]

[alloys]

And that's, unfortunately for you, likely to remain a mystery. Unless you can punch your work into high gear. Go ahead, fanboy. Surprise me.

[Surprise, not impress. He's fairly certain it'd be impossible for you to impress him right now.]

[selfhelp]

[...Is he still following the story really closely? Because magic would be a really convenient way to take care of all of those chores in a hurry. And maybe if he impressed the man he could-

....

No, let's not get any false hope going. Cinderella didn't go to the ball by her own power, after all. Still, he really doesn't feel like actually doing all those things by hand...

He puts on his best sweet-talking tone, offering up a smile that he hopes isn't as false as it feels.]

Well, I'll do my best. Why don't you go relax on the porch, since it's such a nice day? I'll bring your coffee as soon as it's ready, just the way you like it.

[alloys]

[WHERE'S YOUR FAIRY GODMOTHER NOW, PUNK.]

I don't relax, Cinderbilly. I regroup. [Pause.] But I just might take my regrouping to the porch. With a circuit board of fun. Sounds like a dream.

[selfhelp]

[Yeah, fine, whatever, Tony. He will bibbity bobbity his own goddamn boo. With more bling and less sparkles, thank you very much.

But he'll wait until Tony's gone to work his (literal) magic, since he's pretty sure the experiment couldn't excuse it that easily.]

I'm already burning with jealousy, believe me.

[Hum, hum, running the water. Better get moving before he starts to sing.]

[alloys]

[Okay so the porch is quite copacetic. Except for the part where he feels positively domestic sitting out there, even if he's working on advanced integrated circuitry. Ah well.

...What's taking the kid so long, anyway? God. He never does anything as fast as he should.]

[selfhelp]

[You know that scene in Sleeping Beauty where the utensils make their own cake? Yeah, the kitchen looks kind of like that for a while. He's only busy as long as it takes the coffee pot to fill, though, wandering outside a little later with a sleeping cup of freshly-sweetened coffee.]

Hey, here's your- ...whoa, that are you working on?

that is the derpiest icon I have ever seen.

[alloys]

[He takes a drink of the coffee before answering, and then promptly shoots Billy a dry look.]

--Let me ask you something, Cinderbilly. Are you an engineer?

dont you just wanna squish him

[selfhelp]

[Oof. He's going to regret asking, isn't he.]

Well... no. I never graduated past grade-school cardboard robotics.

pretty much

[alloys]

[Yes, probably.]

Oh, good. Well, let me tell you something--actually, don't. Because cardboard robotics is about as far from this as you can probably get, engineering-wise. So don't worry your little head about things you don't stand a chance of understanding, okay? Okay. I'm glad we had this talk.

[selfhelp]

[...Wow. He can't even be stung by the rejection. It was just so beautifully thorough.

Billy gives Tony, then the circuit board, a series of brief glances. Opens his mouth to respond. Closes it. Scowls.

YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOESN'T CARE ENOUGH]

Sure, whatever. Call if you want anything else, then, I'll... get back to work.

[Ugh, ugh, ugh. Tony is going to be so lucky if he doesn't quit by the end of the week. End of the day. Except he can't, because he's Cinderbilly, and dammit Luceti.

Wandering back to the kitchen now. Jerk. 8|]

[alloys]

[...Give it a half hour, and Tony is calling for him again. Still out on the porch. Still picking away at that circuit board.]

Hey, Fanboy--while I'm still young. Chop chop. Time's a-wastin'.

[GOD YOU'RE SO SLOW BILLY, HE'S BEEN CALLING FOR YOU FOR LIKE FIVE SECONDS, COME ON.]

[selfhelp]

[HE REALLY KIND OF WANTS TO PUNCH YOU, EVIL STARKMOTHER. But no, like a diligent young slavedaughter, he heads out in minute or so. Hey, Cinderella took her sweet time and never got that much of a lashing for it, right? Besides, one should never leave floating dishes unsupervised. It's just asking for trouble.]

Yeah, yeah... what now?

jaksdflg EVIL STARKMOTHER

[alloys]

[Such a fact has been proven by numerous Disney movies.

Tony gives Billy a dry, impatient look.]

Fanboy. Fanboy, Fanboy, Fanboy. What do you see here? [He gestures to the little table on the porch next to his chair, which holds only an empty coffee cup.]

the nicknames in this thread are flawless now ok ok

[selfhelp]

[Billy frowns down at the cup. Well, that didn't take long.]

You want a refill already? I'm still trying to get the rest of the work done.

[Well, actually, he'd been reading his journal, but Stark doesn't have to know that.]

[alloys]

[He holds up a hand. Stop. Just stop. Your protesting is SO WEARYING.]

Cinderbilly. It's almost noon. It's a ripe, summer day. I'm sitting on the porch. And you think I want another cup of coffee?

[selfhelp]

[The liniest of linefaces is Billy's response.]

Iced coffee, maybe?

[alloys]

Close, but no cigar. [UGH YOU'RE SO USELESS.] Lemonade. I'm talking lemonade. Freshly squeezed. Hop to it. Three minutes flat.

[selfhelp]

[ . . . . . ]

We don't have any lemons here.

[alloys]

[He leans forward.]

Well then, you better start sprinting, shouldn't you? Look--you're already ten seconds into your time allotment.