Consider yourself...at home?

[taseyousupernanny]

Who| Phil Coulson, Tony Stark and whoever is in the District 12 suite.
What| The powers that be shove him in the suite like a cat that's trying to flee and shuts the door behind him. Woo?
Where| District 12 suite
When| Just after his arrival.
Warnings/Notes| None really, does Tony need to be warned for? He should be.

Well, wasn't this fun, Phil thought as he was 'escorted' by the powers that be to what he assumed was his accommodation.

"As a Tribute for District Twelve, you are entitled to the use of these rooms." The bald guy with pink died skin droned. All Phil could think of was that he looked like he'd been dunked in a vat of Pepto-Bismol.

They reached the rooms, which, had the door been kicked in? It looked like it. Whatever else he'd have seen was interrupted when the 'escorts' essentially pushed him into the room and quickly shut the door behind him.

This was a strange strange place he'd ended up in.

Comments

District 12 and Marvel cast represent!

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy was in a surprisingly good mood despite lounging in the ruins of the District 12 suite. She the place looked like the bar fight to end all bar fights had just happened, or some kind of bomb. But it felt more like home to her then the posh furniture ever had.

Perched on her favorite armchair which now had some fresh rips in it from whatever had happened Sandy had a glass of her favorite drink she had titled "Snozzberry juice" and her attention was drawn to the stranger in the door.

She hasn't met many of her flat mates, partially out of paranoia, partially because few wanted to hang around long. So she said nothing and waited to see if he'd notice the scrawny young girl in the oversized chair.

Whut whut!

[taseyousupernanny]

Oh, he'd made her as soon as he'd been pushed into the room. Phil was just going to ignore her and see what happened.

He kept an eye on her discreetly as he almost sauntered around the room. Hmm, at least one full blown scuffle here, and there, blood spatter covered up haphazardly by an empty curio cabinet.

What the hell had gone on in here?

[justoutrunyou]

This guy seemed to be handling everything rather calmly. She sipped her drink trying to judge him based on the men she'd met. He reminded her of a school principal she'd had back home. Confident, walked like he had a ruler in his pants.

When the silence became too long and drawn out for her to stand with as much sugar in her body as the snozzberry juice could put in her she spoke up cautiously. "There's free food over there." She nodded towards the kitchenette where plates of snacks sat fresh and tempting.