so no one told you life was gonna be this way; ( closed-ish )

[efficacy]

Who: Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, Marian Hawke, Varric Tethras, Nathan Drake, Elena Fisher + any invited guests
When: February
Where: Kauto R1, residence 15
What: Any and all roommate shenanigans in their new house! Top-levels to follow.
Warnings: Trolling, quips, committed couples

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[otiosity]

It's fine. Once you've been stabbed clean through the chest and nearly torn in half most other things are easy to endure.

[She sniffs and then watches Pepper cook in silence for a few minutes before a particularly violent sneezing fit overtakes her and she has to cover her mouth to avoid sneezing in Dum-E's clawface. Once she emerges, groaning softly as she tries to recall where she is and what her name is, she finds herself a bit more agreeable to Pepper's suggestion. At least she has the decency to drag herself out of her seat and go wash her hands in the sink.]

On second thought, what's the point of continuing misery if you don't have to. I'm not into the whole masochism thing. Or at least... not like this. Maybe if it involved spanking.

[efficacy]

[ Going a little wide-eyed at that, Pepper holds up one hand a little in a hold up gesture and shakes her head. ] I'm... not even going to ask.

[ In case Hawke really isn't being hyperbolic. Her heart probably couldn't take it, okay. The ham and some grated cheese go over the eggs and Pepper folds one half of the fluffy omelette over the other-- just in time for Hawke to have her violent sneezing fit. Pepper grimaces, shaking her head again; in sympathy, this time. ]

Glad you came around. We should be able to find you something that helps.

[ All this technology around, there should also be something as basic as the space equivalent of Benadryl?? One hopes. Pepper turns off the stove and pulls down a plate, sliding the omelette neatly onto it. ]

Here. Try to eat some. [ She sets the plate on the breakfast bar where Hawke was sitting, pulling out a fork and a knife from the drawer next and placing them by the plate. ]

[otiosity]

I don't remember much of the details for a good few weeks afterwards. I have an amazing scar though. Great for attracting people who are into that sort of thing.

[She wanders back to her seat and stares at the omelet. Ever since Varric had dropped the news about her future, eating had become hard. She preferred to simply just drink until she fell asleep. But once you can start counting the bones between your breasts, you sort of have to accept the fact that you need to eat. Unfortunately, now everything just tasted like "stuffy nose".

Still, she had to put on her best face and eat some of it for Pepper's sake.]

If there is something that helps with allergies.... let's not tell Tony about going to get it, shall we? I'd never hear the end of it.

[She's not going to give him more ammunition in the magic v. technology argument they're eternally having.]

[efficacy]

[ Pepper frowns intensely at the elaboration and lets out a pained sort of noise, shooting Hawke a little glare. She specifically didn't want to know specifics, gosh woman!! Sighing, she goes to the fridge and pours a fresh glass of orange juice, -- no vodka this time! -- and brings it over to Hawke. ]

There is. [ She's positive of that, at least. ] And, I think it can stay our little secret... if you can manage to eat a few more bites.

[ She gives a small, crooked smile. Is she blackmailing her? You bet, that's how all good moms do it. ]

[otiosity]

[Hawke blinks. Those aren't the details! The details are where she like vomited blood all over the viscount's office and on some noble and how when she was passed out and being healed, they took her spleen. The exciting stuff.

Then she sniffs and takes another bite of her omelet.]

I suppose a deal is fair in this situation.

[efficacy]

[ It was detail-y enough okay! >( She doesn't want to imagine Hawke injured to that degree. ]

That's what I like to hear.

[ Satisfied that Hawke is making an effort to eat, Pepper pulls down a mug from the cupboard and finally pours herself a cup of coffee, adding a splash of creamer from the fridge. ]

So, aside from allergies, everything else okay? Have you settled in alright?

[otiosity]

[Hawke sniffles and wipes her nose on her sleeve after drinking a gulp of orange juice. The eggs are doing their job and clearing out the hangover effects.]

Well enough. I suppose I'm going to find a job soon. No more ingress, no more people working on it to protect. No more getting paid to sleep.

[efficacy]

A true travesty. [ Smiling wryly, she takes a sip from her mug. ]

I doubt you'll run out of opportunities here, though. Even if it requires you to actually work while working.

[otiosity]

Who wants to actually work while working? Seems like a waste of time and effort.

[efficacy]

You don't really know what "working" actually means, do you? [ She's joking -- mostly. ]

[otiosity]

Of course I do.

It's just highly unconventional.

[efficacy]

That's one word for it. [ She hides a smile behind another sip of coffee. ]

Feeling any better? We'll go find that pharmacy when you do.

[ She wasn't kidding about that, this is happening today!! ]

[otiosity]

I'm ready to be done drowning in my own snot, so yes.

[Hawke stands up, yawns, rubs at her face, and then gestures to Pepper and then the door.]

I've got a motorbike now.

[efficacy]

...A what, now?

[ THAT SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY BAD IDEA TO HER. She makes sure the coffee maker and the stove are both turned off and that she has her TAB with her before joining Hawke. ]

When did this happen?

[otiosity]

A motorbike!

[Hawke replies cheerfully as she shoves some tissues into her pocket and heads out the door to the garage that Tony hasn't taken over. Indeed, there is a motorcycle sitting there off to the side.]

A few weeks ago. Figured I ought to find a way to get around that doesn't make me vomit.

[efficacy]

Oh, boy. [ She's not sure how to feel about Hawke on a motorbike. Actually no, she does: she has a bad feeling about it. ]

Falling and cracking your skull open is better? You do have a helmet, right?

[ MOTHERING INTENSIFIES. ]

[otiosity]

A helmet? It's like riding a horse, not charging into battle.

[SO NO.]