![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
006 | Video | Day 70
[ Although the video’s on, it shows a remarkably dull view of the sky. After a moment, during which nothing happens, it may become apparent that its owner doesn’t realize that it’s on. When he starts speaking, in the vague, disconnected voice of a man who’s either delirious, sick, or extremely hungover, it may go a long way in explaining why he doesn’t know he’s being recorded. ]
Well, that… must’ve been some night. [ He sighs and the video blurs until it shows a delightful view of the ground. ] JARVIS, where’s the car? And the nearest source of ibuprofen. I need like, a bottle. Or six.
[ There’s a moment of silence. ]
Jay? Don’t do this to me again, buddy. There’s at least enough power in the— [ The image spins, like the hand the camera’s attached to is patting at something. ] Seriously? The car and the transmitter? What the hell happened last night?
[ There’s another blur and it resolves into a wobbly image of the sky again. ]
Okay, this isn’t the end of the world. Deliverance, maybe, or the woodsy version of The Hills Have Eyes. But that’s okay. I can handle it. Just gotta find a gas station, preferably one without a bunch of cannibalistic yokels, call Rhodey, try not to get eaten by said cannibals, and wait for help to come. And then take a vacation, because obviously going down to the Crab Shack for happy hour with Mister Irresponsible is a bad idea.
[ And with that, he stops talking and starts walking. ]
Well, that… must’ve been some night. [ He sighs and the video blurs until it shows a delightful view of the ground. ] JARVIS, where’s the car? And the nearest source of ibuprofen. I need like, a bottle. Or six.
[ There’s a moment of silence. ]
Jay? Don’t do this to me again, buddy. There’s at least enough power in the— [ The image spins, like the hand the camera’s attached to is patting at something. ] Seriously? The car and the transmitter? What the hell happened last night?
[ There’s another blur and it resolves into a wobbly image of the sky again. ]
Okay, this isn’t the end of the world. Deliverance, maybe, or the woodsy version of The Hills Have Eyes. But that’s okay. I can handle it. Just gotta find a gas station, preferably one without a bunch of cannibalistic yokels, call Rhodey, try not to get eaten by said cannibals, and wait for help to come. And then take a vacation, because obviously going down to the Crab Shack for happy hour with Mister Irresponsible is a bad idea.
[ And with that, he stops talking and starts walking. ]
no subject
Bits and pieces. It's been a while since I thought about it, the memories are a little dusty.
no subject
[She's not worried about it.]
I think I've got pain killers around here. I know I have whiskey.
no subject
[ Some things apparently never change. ]
How strong? Aspirin grade or something stronger?
no subject
[She likes you.]
Sorry, no narcs. I think those got confiscated outta my coat before I left the mansion. So, ibuprofen is as strong as it gets.
no subject
no subject
Hair of the dog?
[She holds up a bottle of whiskey.]
no subject
Until then, I think the hair of about ten dogs is what this doctor's ordering.
no subject
no subject
no subject
[And marvel at the weight, even after all her tech was taken out of it.]
no subject
And hey, thanks. For making me a coat.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
... See, now I want to go out for target practice. I wonder what we have...
no subject
no subject