22 August 2012 @ 01:26 pm
MK VII: Faulty Wiring  

A || PHONE || UNFILTERED

Pfft. Typical. Looks like the IT Department is under new management, Mayfield. S'what happens when you outsource your tech to Hades and/or wherever the hell else we are.

Anyone know what the deal is, here? I'm normally not one to let anything get me down, but gravity certainly brought me down through my living room floor this morning.

Ouch, incidentally.
 


B || DAY || CUNNINGHAM LANE STREETS

[Tony's a man of science and tomfoolery. That's why he's phasing his hand in and out of his otherwise-solid-looking front door experimentally. Then he's sticking other limbs in there -- one foot, then the other... walk by at the right time and you might just see a bemused human head seemingly stuck in the door, looking about the area and curiously inspecting the clouds in the sky.]

 
 
06 April 2012 @ 11:27 pm
MK VI: Kiss Me, I'm Irish (by blood alcohol content)  

A | UPTOWN MAYFIELD | MORNING

[Tony Stark is not pleased with his current track record. Nope. Not at all. It is taking WAY too long for him to do what he does best. Well,not including "innovate and revolutionize the world". ...Or "get his way with everything". ......Or "drink".

He's talking, of course, of his masterful art of seduction. He can only assume it's a superpower he's always had and never fully tapped,because Mayfield CLEARLY RIPPED IT AWAY FROM HIM. He should have bedded, what, six people by now? Hell, at least gotten a real damn dinner date... Jesus, he was actually FRIEND-ZONED! 

TWICE.

This will not do. So Tony calmly sets up shop on the sidewalk. He's got some plywood, nails, a few markers and a lunchbox, looking like a real 50's construction worker, unintentionally. What's he up to? Why, it's simple...]

B | UPTOWN MAYFIELD | EARLY AFTERNOON

[...He's building himself a Kissing Booth, of course. Bored, tipsy and frustrated, he figures all he needs to do is give the local women a small sample of his raw, sexual charisma. After that, it'll only be a matter of time before they look him up again. Right? Wrong? RIGHT, DAMNIT!

Tony will be sitting behind a small, lemonade stand sized booth, sipping a Mai Tai, coloring on the back of a Mayfield newspaper or winking shamelessly at passing women for a few hours. The sign on the stand reads

KISSIN' BOOTH! BORING KISS = $2, FRENCH KISS = $3, FURTHER ACTIVITY = NAME YOUR PRICE, MALE KISS = GET LOST, PAL.

Gilgamesh is now sharing booth space with him, in a contest to see who can earn more public displays of affection. 

 
 
16 February 2012 @ 12:17 am
4th☆Star - The Biggest Puppy Love (backdated to Feb 14th) [Flowerfield]  
5723 Cunningham Lane - Morning - Locked to Housemates

[It's unusual that Black*Star is the first one to the kitchen. Also unusual is the vase of White Daisies on the kitchen table. Still, it's not that unusual - more a curiosity than anything - and it only serves to make the young meister shout out]

TSUBAKI! WHERE CAN I PUT THE FLOWERS? THEY'RE IN THE WAY OF BREAKFAST!

The Park - Afternoon - Open

[And here go the two lovers, out for a romantic stroll through the park, walking hand in hand and probably saying disgustingly sweet things to each other. Dare you approach these two loviest of lovebirds?]

[OOC: If you hit this one, expect replies from both Black☆Star and Tsubaki]


The Diner - Evening - Open

[The two lovers are concluding their evening here in the only fitting manner possible - sharing a single milkshake from two straws while staring lovingly into each others eyes while still being as sickeningly sweet as possible]

You know Tsubaki, this milkshake is nowhere near as sweet as you.

[OOC: For this part, feel free to ask for either Tsubaki, Black☆Star, or both. If you only want one, just assume the other went to the bathroom, and please make a note of it in the subject line or something. Thanks!]