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.

[peacekeeperavox]

The broken glass had all been cleaned up before the tributes had been allowed back, but there was still plenty of work to do it. District Twelve's two assigned Avoxes were both in evidence, the matched pair of red-heads industriously working to restore the pristine decor. Any other Capitol building might have had a half dozen cleaning robots, but human servants were a luxury, and here in the Training Center, the tributes were given every luxury. Darius was on hands and knees when the new tribute was shown in, scrubbing the marks of peacekeeper boots off of the black marble floor.

AGENT!? 0.0

[nightlightheart]

It's such a "normal" thing right now for people to come in and out, Tony hardly gave it a second thought at first.

It doesn't help that the odd abundance of familiar faces have been cropping up that Tony literally turned, looked straight at him, blinked and crinkled his nose in contemplation before his brain caught the glitch.

Wasn't he supposed to be dead?

What the hell was he doing here?

Was it bad that perhaps, whatever the answer was... Tony might secretly be glad that he was, anyway?

What comes out of his mouth is, per usual, the utmost of eloquence, "Agsheasrg! C- Coulson?!"