OPEN Valentine's Day Plot

[thebiddingbaron]

WHO | Everyone
WHAT | Baron sends Valentine's Day gifts to Tribute Tower.
WHEN | Valentine's Day!
WHERE | Tribute Tower
WARNINGS / NOTES | Warnings for drug use and all of the things that go with that. Possibly also sexual themes. The OOC post for this is here.




On the morning of February 14th when the Tributes come down for breakfast they're greeted by an impressive holiday themed spread. Pink and red baked goods, chocolates shaped like hearts, beautiful red and pink flowers, adorable stuffed animals all line the table.

On the table is also a sign in cursive that reads:

To our beloved Tributes, Victors, Mentors, Escorts and Stylists. Enjoy your holiday. -- Bartlett Industries

Most of the sweets are completely harmless, but if the Tributes taste the chocolate covered cherries or caramels they find themselves suddenly acting very strangely...

Comments

[nightlightheart]

Tony sniggers at that. "It was good though, right?"

Tony can't remember if he thought it was or not, because it seems like both three days ago and three hundred days ago.

And maybe he's just going crazy is all, but sometimes, he wonders if that life even really happened. If he wasn't just some echo of some 'Tony Stark' of long ago... if maybe.... man, what the hell is even IN these caramels?!

Whatever.

Clint is here and seems to know him. He's met this Clint before. In his life where he is Tony Stark CEO of Star Industries, genius master inventor and yes, sometimes Iron Man.

"Next time I'll bring shawarma," he insists. "How you doin, anyway?"

[from_a_distance]

"It was great," Clint agrees. At least, it seems like it was. That was almost the last decent meal he had before ending up here.

"I'm here," he says by way of an answer. It seems like a good one, at least. He pops the chocolate into his mouth. "I guess that says what I need it to."

[nightlightheart]

"Yeah," Tony scoffs a little, but still smiles as he agrees. "That it does."

"You ok?" he feels like its a question he should ask.

[from_a_distance]

"Of course," Clint answers, somewhat grimly. "When am I not okay?" It's kind of what he does. He survives.

"You?" Since they're on the subject.

[nightlightheart]

"It can get to you," Tony confesses. "But yeah. Good," he nods and rambles on, "I'm good. All ten fingers, no melted-off face, it's all good."

There have been brief points in time where those things were not true, and even now, it's a little hard to swallow.

[from_a_distance]

"How about your toes?" Clint jokes dryly. He can well imagine those might not always be the case in this place.

[nightlightheart]

"Last I checked," he chuckles and finds himself a more comfortable spot to sit, "but you can never be too sure around here."

The city beyond the Training Center is actually quite lovely. The lights below twinkling like starlight below. From here... it didn't look like the cluster-fuck of assholes he knew it really. It looked like a fairly nice place.

[from_a_distance]

Not to Clint it didn't. He wasn't really looking at the view. He was looking at all the people down there, doing their Capitol thing.

"They give you toe-eating shoes?"

[nightlightheart]

"I wouldn't put it past them," he shrugs again.

From his new perch, Tony's feet don't actually quite touch the ground. It's an abnormally high flowerbed, ok. Most people's feet wouldn't touch. He does pause a moment to look down though.

God. These are terrible shoes.

Green leather.

Sometimes, Tony is pretty sure he could kill a man just for the chance to have some of his stuff back.

At least those might be more difficult to so vividly imagine having monster faces...

[from_a_distance]

Clint looks down at Tony's shoes as well, smirking a little.

"What, you don't like the fashion here?"

[nightlightheart]

"Are you kidding me? What's not to love?" he wiggles his toes in the air and continues to stare. Blinking slowly.

Are those teeth he sees?!

No. That's ridiculous.

[from_a_distance]

Clint has pretty firmly rejected any and all attempts by his stylist to make him fashionable.

"I could think of a lotta things, but they seem right up your alley, Stark."

[nightlightheart]

"Hey, don't act like you know me," Tony jokes. It's strange, really, that in this very moment, Clint seems a bit like an old friend. Some buddy from college he hasn't seen in ages. But he really didn't know the guy at all.

They saved the world together once. Tony's thinking about giving him access to Stark Tower for future use. Because he likes to think ahead, and he's putting a lot of new toys in that Clint and the others might appriciate.

It may not have been long that he's known him, but Clint's proven his usefulness already. And nevermind that he's a goddamn SHIELD agent. Man's probably a super ninja and could kill him with an eyelash or something. And lord knows what load of crap he has on Tony already anyway. Hell, he probably knows more about Tony Stark than Tony does. Freakin SHILED people always were like that.

Clint, at the very least, seemed to have a sense of humour about it. Or him. Or whatever. Tony liked that.