3599/Mouse in the House

Mouse in the House
Date of Scene:	08 January 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Rogue, Iron Man

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Rogue has posed:
Rogue had come to enjoy this room in the house most, it felt like it matched her age demographic and as though people would be less surprised by her being here than anywhere else. Though she had wandered every part of the masnion that she was allowed to the first day she'd been here (yesterday).

As of right now, Rogue's black wool coat was laying over one of the pool tables and her phone / glass of orange juice were sitting next to it on the green felt top... She, however, wasn't anywhere to be visually seen... but there were indications of something odd going on.

In the form of all the arcade machines being pushed away from the walls and moved in a strange haphazard pattern around on the floor.

There were rustling noises behind them, as if someone was behind them moving around too.

Iron Man has posed:
Tony Stark strolls into the game room, taking in the changes with a curious sweep of eyes. But, since the path to the wet bar is not modified or blocked, he has no objection, really. There is a floating little mechanical drone with him, zipping through the air at about shoulder height. It's the size of approximately a soccer ball, with four little propelling paddles and a squashed 'face' like a pug, holograms emitting from the face, which currently show some very boring scheduling of blocks of times of meetings. Tony approaches the wet bar, with one raised eyebrow towards the odd sounds from the machines, but will take his time mixing a drink for himself.

The Avenger is dressed very simply today, dressed way down from what most people would be used to, as he's in one of his 'build' sets of attire: simple jeans, boots, long sleeve t-shirt under a faded red tee. Most notably, the arc reactor shines through, which isn't something he does in any public setting without armor.

"Is this about erasing Clint's high scores? If so, I'm all for it. If it's a Feng shui, I have some questions on your definition of symmetry," Tony's amused voice lofts over to whoever is behind the machines.

Rogue has posed:
When Tony's voice spoke out, the rustling behind the misplaced machines stopped and then there was a second of silence before a female's voice spoke up. "Huh?" She said. "Oh, no no. Hah. Thats funny." She idly said, sounding mildly distracted and no small amount of muffled from being behind the gaming cabinets.

"Nah, nah.... Ah ha!"

A second later and there'd be more rustling and then up from behind the Miss Pac-Man machine, the southern belle would appear. She jumped to her feet and came out from around the edge of the machine, lifting her gloved hands (they're cupped together). On her head she wears a black wool hat her white and brown hair is pulled down around her youthful face and she has dark eyeliner around her pale green eyes and light pink glossy lipstick on. A green tanktop and a sheer black longsleeve baggy shirt overtop of that to keep her skin from being dangerously exposed.

Rogue holds her gloved hands out toward him, her expression is one of pure elated excitement. "Check it." She says to the bilionaire playboy philanthropist...

Rogue's gloves part and she's holding a little black and white mouse. "I'm gonna call him Mini-Thor." She says then. The tiny mouse peers out from between the gloves, nose bouning around as it sniffs at the air.

Iron Man has posed:
"New codename aquired, 'Mousetrap.' Well done," Tony says, with a raise of glass towards her in 'praise', amused and possibly really serious. He doesn't mind at all, really, and there's zero annoyance... but he also doesn't have much interest in the mouse specifically, either. He's not as excited as she. "Mini-Thor, though?" he asks with a sigh, stretching his back a little and leaning against the wetbar, casual. "He'll either be honored, or demand what he has to do with an 'insignificant mouse.' I'd have a compliment at the ready," Tony suggests.

The robot drone near him pivots some, as if concerned about being totally ignored. The robot's bound to have had a series of bad days, if it needs that.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue stepped around the arcade machine and walked back toward the kitchen where she picked up a box that had a bunch of chocolates in it from the holidays. She dumped them onto the counter and just listened to Tony while grinning and preparing the box for her new mouse friend. "There are worse codenames out there." She quietly commented, holding the mouse in her left hand gently while she laid down some napkins in the box and then put a few pretzels in it before she put the mouse himself into the thing.

"And don't you worry about Thor." She glanced over at Tony. "I met his brother this past summe'ah and I had no issues putting the charm on him. I've come t'realize that Asgardians and me see eye't'eye on a lotta inter-personal communication methods." She flashed a grin at the older man and glanced at the glowing light on his chest. She didn't know a lot about Tony, or Iron Man, as super-hero stuff wasn't really her 'thing'.

She didn't want to comment on it though, cause she thought it'd be rude.

Rogue's eyes go back to her new little mouse house. "Mousegardian is gonna need t'find a nice new home. Oh, and I threw a buncha pieces'a cheese down on the floor. Don't worry. I'll sweep'em up."

Iron Man has posed:
"You're the new Asgardian handler? Welcome. Honestly," Tony says, with a grand, but perhaps only slightly overblown, relief. Though it is probably no shock that Tony's dry, sharp humor may not always go over well with everybody.

"Sweep? Yeah, fine. You're talking to one of the last people that's going to call you on making messes," Tony says with a wink, walking over to look at the poor chocolates dumped on the counter, but does indeed appear to be purusing for snacks, now that he's seen some. The man appreciates a good nibble.

"Met many of us yet?" Tony asks, gesturing around. "Everybody seems to be out still, from the holidays."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue watched Mini-Thor nibble on the pretzels before she looked up at Tony with a grin at his spoken words about handling Asgardians and cleaning. "Noted." She quietly replied to him before she turned and walked over to the pool table to get her orange juice. She picked the glass up and walked back toward where Tony was while he spoke of the others.

After a sip of orange juice (and definitely not anything else she found in the cabinets, she's only nearly-19! Right!?).

"Glad those things are over. They're a hassle'n a'half." She commented. Rogue's eyes went to his fancy drone assistant bot. "Is that thing really neacessary?" She asked him then. "I mean, it almost looks like something assigned t'ya t'make sure you're following your daily chores. You're not that... like, that forgetful are ya?" She asked the super famous man she never really expected to be sharing quiet time with.

Iron Man has posed:
"I think she's asking if you're a glorified appointment book, E-12," Tony addresses the robot in mock despair. The robot, E-12, reacts, waggling its flight wings on the bottom in 'rage'. It mostly just is cute, in the same way a hissing kitten is.

"He's also a beacon for various other drones, and a security robot within the mansion here." Tony gestures, and E-12 adjusts hologram to show a lovely 3d visual of the mansion interior layout, and then flips to exterior. "My assistant might say he's most useful to spy on /me/, I'd expect, but I might deserve that. Sometimes." The obvious suggestion and the arrogance in the tone suggests it's on purpose.

A pause, as he weighs saying something else, and decides to give a brief response, "And to monitor for-- some other updates." He gestures a bit with a free hand, as if fanning that insignificant (clearly significant) item aside. He distractedly then drums a few fingertips on the plastic cover of the arc reactor, which makes something of a hollow sound. Whether the thing is worn or actually imbedded in him is visually unclear, but the sound is somewhat odd.

"Also I 'forget' meetings." A smirk.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had seen things like it in her time in the X-Men's danger room, a practice room fueled by alien technology... Thats all Scott had ever really told her about that place, and its all she ever really wanted to know too. Generally whenever Rogue heard about space aliens, she rolled her eyes and zoned out. But the robots in that room? They were always programmed to fight her, and she always punched holes in them.

"Pretty cool, I guess." She says back, to well, both of them. "Gettin' all Star Warsy up in here, Miste'ah Stark." She said at him with a sly grin. "Do I get t'have one too? I can have it remind me when I'm supposed t'be places... Like, uh..." Rogue cleared her throat and shook her head. "I don't really have anywhere t'go.

The teenager looked back down at her mouse in his new house. "Not even sure if I'm going back to college now, since it was all paid for by Doctor Strange... 'nd he and I aren't talkin' anymore. I strongly doubt he'd just pay for my college if we're not all BFFs anymore." She cleared her throat softly and gave a little headshake. "Whatever though. Gives me time t'work on my banjo skills."

Iron Man has posed:
"It's 'Tony,'" Tony insists comfortably at 'Miste'ah Stark', easygoing about the whole thing. Probably not what anyone expects from a billionaire. But that's where the 'playboy' item comes in. Although he hasn't really flirted with her.

"Star Wars-- you should come by the tower sometime. Star Trek doors and talking computers," Tony says, offhand. He isn't exactly bragging, more being descriptive. "If you need something like that we can look at it," Tony adds, openly. "I do some costume upgrading also. If you're nice to me." Mild flirt, but just in passing, no heavy meaning on it.

"What happened with you and the Man of Strangeness?" Tony questions, curious. And having finally found some snacks that suited him, looks like chocolate raisins. His drink is empty but he just puts it in the sink.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue's head would nod gently a singular time at the insistance of refering to him by his first name, which wasn't too surprising... she'd found that most people prefered that... usually only the ones that wore really fancy clothing all the time, even in social and casual scenarios generally didn't correct her on that kind of proper title useage.

"Sounds like a neat place. I've seen it, in passin' but never gone near it." She'd said about Stark Tower. She'd directed Baldur Odinson toward it, when she'd ran into him this past summer... because pretty much everyone knew where it was who was at all familar with the New York skyline.

At his bit about costumes she just smiled. She'd had some bodysuits with the X-Men, but only ever their standard issue team stuff. "Its probably a good idea for me t'have something to wear for the hero stuff, if ya'll find a use for me in it all. Especially if ya need me t'use my mutation ever, and not just my strength. I don't like usin' the mutation, mind you, cause absorbin' people's creepy memories is kinda shitty sometimes... but I'll do it if its important, ya know?"

At the mention of Strange she just shook her head. "He wanted me t'focus on my magic studies with him more. But I wasn't any good at it. So I told him I wasn't gonna do it anymore, and he seemed... I don't know, hurt. I guess."

"He's way smarter than me... I can't remember all that shit like he can."

Iron Man has posed:
"If you hadn't seen Stark Tower I'd be kind of concerned," Stark grins. Zero shame, just owning the thing. After all, there is an enormous tower in the middle of the city with his name on it in HUGE letters. Takes a certain type of person to do that. The exact kind in front of her.

"I'll need to know a bit more about what your soul-lunching ability does and how it works, and also your strength levels, to get an idea of what's needed for you. Use some of the strength benchmarkers in the gym, if you get time, I can pull stats off of those. So, if you're interested in armor, particularly if you need it to come on and off rapidly, obviously you've come to the right place," Tony chuckles, flippantly gesturing at himself. The robot seems to agree with that statement like a little robotic yes-man, bobbing, as if it cared about armor more than anything else so far mentioned. Even the scheduling!

"Well, magic people think magic's the best way to solve everything. You ask a surgeon their opinion, usually going to be surgery. We all do our thing. Doesn't have to be yours. I'll never be offended if you don't like tech." A glance from Tony at the floating robot. "You'll just hurt /his/ feelings." E-12 waggles a fin at Rogue as if unsure.

Rogue has posed:
A grin was flashed at the bit about the tower. "Can't miss it..." She quietly replied to that before glancing out of the game room's entrance and thinking about the gym. She'd wandered through it a bit yesterday, but didn't want to mess around with things and break anything, since she breaks stuff quite easily. "Seventy five tons is my average. But I can push it up t'one hundred if I'm deperate enough. Or angry enough, ya know?" She smirked lightly. "I'll toy around with your stuff though, see what it tells me." She'd found out her limits from the X-Men again, Hank had given her a lot of information when she'd first arrived at Westchester about 11 months ago.

"I don't know if I need armor so much as mobility. Since I'm a flyer, who is seeminly invulnerable... My body is my armor." She grinned a little at him.

Rogue looked to the robot when it waggled at her like that and she grinned at it. "Technology certainly has its place. Sometimes its good t'just disconnect from it though... and just lay down out in the sun in a grassy field on a nice warm summe'ah day. Free from it all.. eyes up on the clouds." Rogue's natural parents had been hippies, they'd passed on stuff like that to their little girl.

Iron Man has posed:
"Nature doesn't have nearly enough room service," Tony says, obviously joking, his expression clarifies it. Or he serious? Probably doesn't matter. It's just Tony being Tony.
"Hey, if you already have your benchmarks, that's a start. I won't remember them, so the machines help there too. But. Sounds like you don't need much, and that's great. Because I'm also fine with being lazy," Tony answers cleanly.

E-12 starts to flash the hologram schedule at Tony, one particular entry red and angry in coloring. "WELL. Looks like I've got to talk to some German government officials again. Deal nearly sealed, on the upside. Enjoy the mansion, huh?" Tony pours some of the chocolate covered raisins into a paper coffee cup, and smiles to her.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue grinned at just about everything the older man said to her and she nodded her head while planting her left gloved hand down on the edge of the counter and letting her shoulder rise up against the side of her face. She just shook her head at his antics. He was a wealthy guy alright, never knew what it was like to be without any money... she'd spent two years living on the streets, dealing with Carol Danver's powers and memories, not having any idea what any of it meant. She wondered what his 'ghosts' were, since everybody had them.

"Enjoying every minute of it, Tony." Rogue said back to him in her sultry and smokey voice. See... She flirted, no ifs and or buts about it, she flirted openly and without any shred of bashfulness.

"I'll get all the numbe'ahs for ya. Enjoy your meetins." She'd say before moving to pull off her gloves and take her new Mousegardian friend to find a better home for him.

Iron Man has posed:
"Every minute-- Well, at least the ones that I've been here, I vouch for those," Tony comments with a shrug and wink. "Hmmmm. Maybe not /every/ measurement, some mystery is nice -- although I'm a pretty good guesser," Tony automatically flirts back, immediately responsive to even the most subtle flirts aimed at him. Annnnnd now she's seen the Wealthy AND Playboy. Maybe the Philanthropist is next? But not today. Tony's just flashing a grin and heading off with his cup of snacks, the robot bouncing along in his wake.