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thisavrou_log2016-08-01 01:16 pm
arcreact) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-08-01 01:16 pm
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Who: Tony Stark, J, Sans
When: Ambiguously the first week of August
Where: The science department
What: Plotting of the 'alcoholic establishment' variety
Warnings: Alcoholism, probably
[ With the tragic destruction of the previous bar, Tony had risen to the call of cooking up some replacement rations - and he's thanking his earlier brilliance for not storing said rations in anyone's private quarters, since those are subject to inspection, these days. He sends J and Sans a nondescript message, telling them to meet him at the science department sometime late in the evening. He doesn't include any other details, because paranoia's one hell of a drug.
Whenever they arrive, they'll probably find him leaning over a sloppily welded tub of crystal clear liquid, arms crossed, dangerously contemplative expression in place. He'd used good old fashioned Stark ingenuity to concoct something with a meager fraction of the fermentation time - a feat of chemical engineering borne from desperation, he should write a paper on it when he gets back home - and then promptly gone on ice for several weeks, leaving it mostly forgotten and unattended.
It's probably a little stronger than intended at this point. ]
Yo. [ By way of greeting - like he hadn't disappeared for two weeks, whatever, it's fine. He saw Sans earlier, at least. ] So, how do you feel about being guinea pigs?
[ The tub of dubiously-safe-for-human-consumption booze glimmers behind him. Invitingly. Probably. ]
When: Ambiguously the first week of August
Where: The science department
What: Plotting of the 'alcoholic establishment' variety
Warnings: Alcoholism, probably
[ With the tragic destruction of the previous bar, Tony had risen to the call of cooking up some replacement rations - and he's thanking his earlier brilliance for not storing said rations in anyone's private quarters, since those are subject to inspection, these days. He sends J and Sans a nondescript message, telling them to meet him at the science department sometime late in the evening. He doesn't include any other details, because paranoia's one hell of a drug.
Whenever they arrive, they'll probably find him leaning over a sloppily welded tub of crystal clear liquid, arms crossed, dangerously contemplative expression in place. He'd used good old fashioned Stark ingenuity to concoct something with a meager fraction of the fermentation time - a feat of chemical engineering borne from desperation, he should write a paper on it when he gets back home - and then promptly gone on ice for several weeks, leaving it mostly forgotten and unattended.
It's probably a little stronger than intended at this point. ]
Yo. [ By way of greeting - like he hadn't disappeared for two weeks, whatever, it's fine. He saw Sans earlier, at least. ] So, how do you feel about being guinea pigs?
[ The tub of dubiously-safe-for-human-consumption booze glimmers behind him. Invitingly. Probably. ]
no subject
And who wants that, specifically when there are far more interesting inroads to be made. He might not have a nose, but Sans is pretty sure he didn't need one to smell what Tony was cooking.]
... Someone's been busy.
no subject
Supply and demand, champ. The market opened up, I'm just sliding in to fill the need.
[ Well. J also directly requested it, but he's gonna let himself enjoy this smug sense of accomplishment first. ]
no subject
Or a drink. A drink counted. After all, that activity always ended with a nap.]
And you're gonna hand this stuff over from the goodness of your heart, huh? [He winks, fighting the urge to dip a finger bone in -- though he does mime as if he's about to. Alcoholic or not, he's too much of a scientist to actually risk contamination. Even when the solution in question was literal poison.]
Done this before?
no subject
Speaking of the new Captain and First Mate; J really appreciated Tony's discreet when sending out the message. With all these room inspections and more "efficient" policy there was no telling what they'd do if they were to track down their little business.
It takes about fifteen minutes after receiving the message from her to arrive to the science department. The first thing that hits her when opening the door is the strong and unexpected smell, making her to bring her hand to cover her nose out of the reflex as she moves forward. It doesn't take long until she gets used to the smell and she lets her hand fall back to her side. There's a smug and approving smile on her lips when she finds her partners in the crime, looming over the tub of freshly made alcohol.
Good job, boys. ]
no subject
[ He rolls his eyes, but pauses when J makes her way in. He lifts one hand in a lazy salute as she assesses the brew, apparently satisfied that she's satisfied. ]
It's been cooking a little longer than expected, but chemistry is chemistry. [ This is half in answer to Sans' question. ] If it works out, I may have revolutionized the fermentation process. I should patent it.
no subject
[He shoots her a quick flash of signs, looking similar but also wholly different to ASL.
Throwing your lot in with unsavory characters, sweetheart]
no subject
Despite having a rather long and colorful background working with alcohol she still knew barely anything about the process of actually making it, and to her untrained eye the bright clear liquid inside tub looked just perfect to her. The large amount of the first batch really impresses her.
But before she gets to answer Tony she notices Sans' hand signs and turns to answer him:
Hey, don't be rude now. Besides I think we have something very good underneath our noses right now. Currency or no currency.]