3789/We don't need that statue

We don't need that statue
Date of Scene:	01 February 2018
Location:	Avengers Mansion exterior
Synopsis:	Iron Man crashes and is JUST FINE, despite the girls trying to get him to strip.
Cast of Characters:	Iron Man, Tigra, Rogue

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Iron Man has posed:
As every real Avenger knows (or even those that have explored), the Avengers mansion has a wonderful statue outside in the garden on the fountain. There are heroic statues posing there: Captain America and Iron Man.

Okay, there WERE.

As of one minute ago, the poor Captain America statue isn't looking so great: The left upper torso been hurled with an enormous crash into the side of the first floor, Cap's fist pointing heroically into the indoor zone a few inches, almost having destroyed a poor tv. If only he had a remote in his hand, it would be comical. As it is, there's a mess of smoke outside and all kinds of alarms. But the messages also say Iron Man is in the immediate area, so no doubt the thing is being handled.

Tigra has posed:
Tigra is inside the Mansion, basking in the warmth of a sunbeam in her favorite corner of her favorite lounge. That is, until she hears the crash outside. With a flip and a twist, she goes from being on her back to on her feet. Alert. Ready.

Alarms. But of course, Iron Man is in the area, right? Tigra also remembers that Iron Man is off the combat roster.

Stepping over to the window, she opens it wide to see what's going on out in the garden.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue is already outside the mansion, she was on the back patio and was seated at one of the tables near a lot of plants and flowers and such... they were kept nice even in this tiem of year? Thats crazy!

Wearing a heavy black wool coat, her head covered in a wool knit cap and her gloves on she was typing on her phone when SHE heard the crash and turned her head back to look what had just happened.

Rogue went to stand up then when Tigra came out, she looked over at her and then back over toward the statues that were just totally messed up.

"Wow." Rogue softly said. "What the hell?"

Iron Man has posed:
Yep, Iron Man is present. And certainly not on combat roster, no. Then again, he doesn't appear to actually be in combat with anything other than maybe gravity. He is currently in the fountain, amid a bunch of smoke from the toppled fountains. A guess would suggest Mark 4 armor, if anyone cares. Creative landing, maybe.

Surely that's fine.

He doesn't exactly move, though.

Tigra has posed:
Tigra pauses at the open window, then casually springs down from the second floor to the garden. Knees flex deeply as she lands, rolling forward gracefully to absorb the shock of the fall. Her tail swishes behind as she strides up, head tilted a bit to the left.

Her claws extend, as if that would make much difference even to the Mark 4 armor. "Why are you destroying the garden?" she asks, simply.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue remains on the patio up until Tigra leapt down out of the second floor window and came down to investigate as well. "I think he had a heart attack or something..." She mutters.

"Mister Stark?" She shouts at the suit in the water and then starts to jog over toward it. "Mister Stark, you in there?"

Rogue would try to roll him over onto his back, or get him situated in such a position so that his helmeted head was aimed skyward while the rest of him was still suberged in the icey water... and since she can lift almost a hundred tons, it probably wouldn't be TOO hard for her to do.

Rogue's gloved left hand knocked on Stark's mask like his faceplate was a closed doorway. "Helloooooo?"

Iron Man has posed:
Once rolled, there's some response.

"So on some reflection and careful analysis of the feng shui, this yard is really missing an important element: I'm thinking, a pool," Tony says in a disoriented fashion. The most immediate assumption, particularly through the iron man helmet, would be that he's drunk. Normally, yeah, logical. He often is.

He grunts and lets himself lean back amid the rush of broken fountain pipes some from where Rogue set him, but then retracts the helmet and orients a little bit more. He starts to get up but then seems to decide better of it, and just chills in the fountain, as if that were fine.

He looks very much like hell: he's cutting a weird combination of being extremely pale yet flushed up from the neck area: patchy and ill, spidering webs of angry weird dark veins. Not being on combat roster seems to actually have meant 'on extreme sick leave'.

"Think Cap will notice the change in his statue?" Tony asks Rogue.

Tigra has posed:
Tigra moves to help, even though Rogue could -juggle- a few of Tony's Iron Man suits. "No heart attack." the feline declares. Easing closer to the armor, she sniffs a few times when he retracts the helmet. "But you are not well."

Tigra eases back a touch to take a broader look at him, especially the discoloration. And she ignores the questions about the statue. "You have something on your face that shouldn't be there. Have you been sleeping with any alien girls?"

Rogue has posed:
Rogue watched Tony sit up in the water and the mask come off, she grinned at it cause... hey, that tech is cool... how do you not grin at it?

When he mentioned the part about a swimming pool, the teenager opened her lips like she was gawking. "We're gettin' a pool?! Awww, thanks Dad! This is gonna be the best summe'ah eve'ah!" She exclaims, sarcastically, in that thick southern tone of hers.

When Tigra mentions the alien girls part though, Rogue studies Tony's face a bit more closely. "You're... hammered." She tells him. "I've seen that face a million times... You're totally shockered." She was only 19, so HOW she knew that face so well, was anyone's guess.

Iron Man has posed:
"I assure you, there was no 'sleeping' if so," Tony answers Tigra unhelpfully, though his tone suggests no actual answer either way about it. Rogue gets two thumbs up about the pool sarcasm.

"I'm not /contagious/." A pause. "If somebody ends up needing to give me mouth to mouth - know that I want it to be you," Tony says disconnectedly to Tigra with a point her way and a heavy wink, before his head kind of lolls, though the armor partially catches him from actually toppling anywhere. He doesn't smell like booze.

Tigra has posed:
Tigra takes a wider stance, planting her feet and folding arms over her chest. The long tail swishes behind her almost expectantly, as if daring Tony to disagree with them. "Well of -course- you did not sleep." she retorts, not quite snuffling at the reply.

She looks over at Rogue, then nods in agreement. "He's hammered. Except he doesn't -smell- like alcohol." She leans in close again to take another couple of sniffs. "He doesn't smell like he has been with a woman, either." Okay, so speaking of too-much-knowledge...

"We need to get him out of the armor." Tigra declares. Before he can cause anymore damage, of course.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue sighed wistfully when Tony said, of the two of them, he wanted to have her do the mouth-to-mouth. "Story'a my life... All the billionaires, goin' after all the women who won't suck their soul from their bodies." She softly shook her head, just being a goof and entirely sarcastic of course!

She put her green eyes over onto Tigra and showed her a half-grin. "So he's made himself some kinda high tech booze that doesn't make your breath trigger off any cop breath tests? Damnit, Mister Stark! You're too smart for your own darn good."

Rogue would stand up then and she'd put a gloved hand under his left armored arm-pit. "Doesn't this suit like... fly right off if you say a command t'it? I seen it do it in a youtube video once."

Iron Man has posed:
"I wasn't done rearranging the statues into questionable poses," Tony says as Rogue lifts him. He's easy for her to move, and he isn't fighting even a little bit. To Tigra's enhanced senses and some analysis once the strong smells of the impact and fountain chlorine are less of an issue, she may be able to determine he has weird scent to his sweat, has a lot of cloying metal smell on him, some type of medication mixed in with it that also has a funky orange-candy smell related to it, and lastly, he's having some trouble breathing, though he's faking it well. He probably should be resting. But, well, Tony.

"But far be it from me to deny two women a request for me to strip," Tony adds, and, on cue, the armor abruptly begins to start to separate off of him. The mansion releases a bunch of little drones, which fly out happily to assist. Of course. Because, well. Avengers Mansion. Tony Stark.

He's dressed casually under it, the arc reactor glowing brightly through the t-shirt. He has the vein problem and flared, angry irritation all over his neck and upper chest, at least where visible. Explanation is lacking, though, since Tony seems to mostly pass out.

Tigra has posed:
Tigra wrinkles her nose and snuffles curiously while Tony is extracted from his armor. Once he's out and partially standing, she makes a face and rears back. "You smell funny." the feline declares. "And I don't mean that in a good way. You smell like things I've never smelled before."

Arms fold over her chest and she gives him an accusing look again. "You are -sure- you've not slept with any aliens? Once who smell like orange candy?" Then the armor is off and more of the veins are exposed. "We should remove his shirt as well." she offers to Rogue. And yet Tigra doesn't look to be in a hurry to do it herself.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue yelped in fright when the drones shot over and the armor plates started to get pulled away, she even jumped back! Which is... odd for a girl who's nearly invulnerable, but hey, she's still 'human' ... sort of.

"Yep. There it goes. Thats great. I need that for my bedroom when I'm gettin' read, all like Cinderella'n'shit." She idly comments before looking over to Tigra.

"Take his shirt off?" Rogue questioned the feline-female. "You sure you don't just got the hots for this guy, Tigger?" She asked, grinning at the Avenger she didn't know very well.

Iron Man has posed:
"Doctor McCoy gave me /orange/ flavor. It's terrible, like licking orange soda out of a movie theater carpet," Tony comes back in to announce to Tigra when he's questioned on his candy. "As if I can't take pills like an adult," Tony scoffs. He finds his footing, disoriented but starting to get his bearings. He missed the part, clearly, about why his shirt was coming off, and ends up looking from Rogue to Tigra with brows raising. "It's fine, you'll fall too eventually," Tony assures Rogue smoothly. He straightens up and wipes his hands on his pants.

"All good here. Thanks for the... bachelorette party welcome." He picks at his shirt a little, glancing down over the mess of red inflamed crap down the front, and then starts to head inside, announcing to the robots: "Skip the diagnostics on 4, I want it up and ready to rock in thirty minutes." He isn't anywhere near fine, but is doing a reasonable impression of himself.

Tigra has posed:
Tigra nose-twitches at Rogue, and her expression says it all. "Not when he's like -this-, anyway." she replies almost sternly. "If anything, he needs to be sedated. Or knocked out..." Tigra gives the last one strong consideration, while sizing up Tony as he attempts to stand.

"Hank McCoy is treating you? That's good, at least." Tigra gives Rogue an almost-helpless look, then. Like she doesn't know what to do or where to take Tony.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue stands out of the way of Tony as he moves and steps out of the pool. "Wait, Doctor McCoy? H-hank?" She asks. She hadn't seen Hank since the night of her ill-fated wedding, she missed him.

Rogue looked over to Tigra and grinned at her. "Ah... I like it here. This place is just as weird as I am." And with that said, the southern gal walked toward the felled statue of Captain America and picked it up like it were made out of styrofoam. "Come on buddy, there's still some fight left in ya." She picked him up and stood him up. "Hmm, you're muscley. Maybe I'll take ya with me." Rogue laughed softly and then groaned. "I need a boyfriend."

She muttered that last part while carrying the statue back toward the fountain where she tried to stand him back up... but he just fell back into the water with a *SPLASH*. Rogue, hovering over the water, reached for her pockets and pulls out cigarettes and a lighter. "F-eck it." She says, after placing a cig between her lips.