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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. ]