Can We Build It? Yes We Can! ...Hopefully.

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Who: Pepper Potts and her Super Secret Boyband AKA Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Billy Kaplan, and Teddy Altman. Also anyone who wanders by and wants to comment?
What: Building an art gallery
When: August 11 thru whenever they finish. No later than the 16th.
Where: The open space to the left of CH 4/across from House 39
Summary: So Pepper suckered some people into manual labor. These are the results.
Rating: PG-13, maybe, if someone hits their thumb with a hammer and says bad things.

[She can't hide it; Pepper is ecstatic to take this major step in the art gallery project. The construction marks the point where the idea shifts into reality, and this time? She's responsible for much more than 12% of the baby.

Of course, the good cheer will probably turn into frustration as the building goes on, but what can she do? Other than try to supervise. And yes, Tony, that is Pepper's job, so no attempting to use it as an excuse to slack off. Also part of Pepper's job is providing drinks and food for everyone involved, and making sure there are no major injuries, so expect refreshments and first aid kits on site. And when she's not tending to anyone else's needs or watching Steve and Tony at work for reasons, Pepper might even jump into the fray, attempting a bit of building herself--success remaining to be seen.]


[ooc: tag around, do whatever. :Db]

Comments

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[Pepper nods, considering it.] The wheels would have to lock though. I don't want someone to move the cases accidentally; they could end up breaking what's inside. May I?

[She takes the clipboard briefly, just long enough to add another note (locking wheels) with an arrow pointing to cases.]

[selfhelp]

[Another nod, and Billy leans back again, balancing the can of soda on his fingers as his gaze drifts back to the construction zone.]

Yeah, I second the wheels idea. Could probably have them tucked up underneath so you can't even see them.

[handing]

You're supposed to be holding that firmly to your thumb.

[No slacking Billy. Especially when it comes to taking care of yourself.]

Maybe. Although they shouldn't be too hard to get into place, or it'll defeat the purpose of having them.

[selfhelp]

This is working fine!

[He's a stubborn one. And technically the can is still against his thumb, it's just... spread out. Hush.]

I'm sure we can figure something out. We've got magic, super strength, and perfect planning, what more to we need?

[handing]

Would Teddy say that?

[You hush.]

True. That really is a lot going in our favor. And honestly, if wheels on display cases are the worst hiccup we have, I'll be thrilled.

[selfhelp]

What Teddy doesn't know won't hurt him.

[Pout. She's making an awfully big deal about a couple dented fingers.]

So now we just need a whole lot more art...

[handing]

But it might end up hurting you. Which seems a good reason to tell him.

[Pout away, Billy. That's what happens when someone cares about his well-being.]

Speaking of, how's the drawing going?

[selfhelp]

[Siiiigh. He fights it for a moment, then relents, switching back to holding the can instead, moving his free hand to tug a journal-sized sketchpad with a black cover from the carry-on bag he'd brought with him, offering it out to her.]

See for yourself.

[Inside, there's at least two dozen sketches, varying from scenery, to basic figures, to full-fledged portraits. Most of the pages have more than one image on them, and Pepper might find a number of them familiar- a person here and there, a landmark. There's a lot of Teddy (easy to draw someone you live with and watch a lot) and several of the fountain. There's even one of her.]

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[At least Billy can take comfort in the fact that Pepper is a gracious victor? She doesn't say anything when he gives in.

Then again, her attention is pretty firmly focused on the sketchpad when he brings it out. Pepper's eyes light up, and she takes the book, eagerly flipping through.]

Wow. These are so good, Billy. [She pauses at the one of herself, then glances over at him.] I'm flattered to be included.

[selfhelp]

[He watches cautiously as she flips through, relaxing once she's passed on the compliment.]

God, I'm glad you're not offended. Some people get creeped out by that kind of thing, but it's easier to draw people I've seen more.

[handing]

Well, maybe if they were all of me, I might get a bit creeped out. But since most of them seem to be of the guy you're madly in love with and who loves you back, I think I can handle one portrait.

[Pepper closes the notebook, and offers it back to Billy.]

I can't wait to see what you do for the gallery.

[selfhelp]

[f-ffff. Madly in love. Well, he can't really deny that, so he just coughs awkwardly into a fist and accepts his sketchpad back.]

I'm taking suggestions for that, by the way. I have no idea what I'd want to showcase... this is still pretty new for me.

[He's used to keeping his drawings to himself, so spreading them around is a little weird.]

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[Pepper just gives Billy a knowing smile; honestly, anyone who sees him with Teddy for more than five minutes will have it figured out.]

Well, I can't suggest anything specific. [While Pepper is eager to share Billy's work, she doesn't want to influence it.] Something honest would be good. Or something meaningful to you.

[selfhelp]

Honest and meaningful, huh.

[That... sounds nice. After all the sketches he's done lately to vent his frustrations and deal with the nightmares he keeps having, it would be quite a change of pace. Something cozy, familiar, or... something out of the imagination. What could have been.

An idea is formulating now, and his expression shifts to look more serious, thinking it over more carefully. An homage to home, maybe? Or...]

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[Pepper smiles as she watches Billy, practically able to see the idea starting to take shape in his head. She takes another look around the site, wanting to give Billy a chance to think now that he seems to have some inspiration.]

Don't forget to take care of your thumb. I'm going to go check on everyone else to make sure they're okay.

[selfhelp]

I will, don't worry. [He lifts the can with a wry smile, fingers still pressing meaningfully against the cold metal.] Thanks again.