10327/40 Days of Depriving Yourself

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40 Days of Depriving Yourself
Date of Scene: 03 March 2022
Location: Penthouse - Kord Co
Synopsis: Well 39 days of depriving yourself.
Cast of Characters: Joan Wright, Ted Kord




Joan Wright has posed:
The inside of Ted's penthouse seems a little messier than usual. There weren't any battles there recently. No helicopters. But it appears that it has not escaped the notice of a few of what day it is. Purple, Yellow, and Green streamers have managed to be flung over the sofa and table areas with a smattering of similarly colored beads strewn about and some peppy music playing in the background.

And yet, when one looks around, there's no one to be seen.

And this is the scene that greets those who enter in through the elevator doors. In this case, a food delivery person carrying several bags of cajun food. "I have an order for a-" He pauses, checking the slip.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord enters through the skylight sputtering. One high rise rescue of a window washer -spoilt.

He is to put it mildly -a mess. He decelerates near the floor and sputters, producing a few feathers and proclaims loudly, "I hit a pigeon. I swear the Universe hates me! This never happens to anyone else. Oh... sorry. Thank you my man. Let me just... " He leans in to look at the bill and realizes he has no money on him.

"Bobo... give me some money." The bot produces a C-note and Ted hands it to the delivery man with a smile.

Joan Wright has posed:
The delivery person takes the bill and looks back to the slip. Eyes widen. "Uh. How much change do you want back?" He asks. There's the slightest twinge of hope betrayed in the voice but one must still ask.

Bobo takes the food over to the kitchen area.

Bailey zips on by, green dress flapping behind her. Black beads smacking each other to fill in for the bitty bot's battle cry.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord waves encouragingly. "All for you my friend. I appreciate you. What the fu... see yourself out please. The bots will turn cannibal in a minute." He heads after Bailey, removing his suit as he goes. He looks at the streamers. Who done that. Bingo follows Ted and aids him in divesting and takin charge of the uniform. In fact by the time the man leaves and Ted gets to the kitchen he's in blue boxers and socks, Bingo tugging the last of his right pants leg off.

"Bailey, that is not your dress! You better not be flashing for beads! Bailey?" He shoves the door open.

Joan Wright has posed:
In the room, Bailey drops the dress and immediately turns around, using her prettified manipulators to make a shooing motion towards Ted.

Bongo zoots over, quickly pulling the door shut and blocking Ted from it.

The tiny girl bot zoots over towards Ted's room where a suit lay waiting. Next to the suit are a pair of familiar goggles. The manipulators pat the outfit before zipping out again.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord walks over to his room, totally baffled. He looks at the outfit and it's fine but goggles with corporate casual? What goes on? Still baffled he cleans up, dresses as directed and hangs the goggles around his neck. He wanders back out to the living room. Still puzzled.

Joan Wright has posed:
As Ted comes out, the delivered food has been deliberately separated out to two plates. There's no one sitting at the table where they are placed. Bailey zoots over, tapping the chair with facing away from the bedrooms. Another song kicks over on the playlist. Also peppy.

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord notices the goggles. Pair number 12 for formal occasions. Ahhh he wore them to the Hellfire Club Mardi Gras last year. He puts them on the top of his head and sits down. He wonders how much supervision the bots had for this little get together, and if he was the only one to be fed. He wouldn't complain. It's pretty flattering.

Joan Wright has posed:
As the song goes into a crescendo, a pair of arms wraps around Ted. Not in the 'HAHAHAHAHAHA FOOL! YOU HAVE FALLEN INTO MY TRAP!' manner. Instead it is a bit gentler, and likely as polite as one can be when grabbing someone from behind. Red lipsticked lips smile as a cheek rests against Ted's.

"Good evening." Joan greets, "Hope you like what they delivered."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord almost does a judo throw. Force of habit. He turns and is very glad he did not. He turns to Joan, looking as she did on their not date on Mardi Gras last year.

"I like... you got the jewels out of my safe. I... kinda bought them. Nostalgia, whatever. He kisses Joan's cheek. Then he brushes his lap, hoping she'll take the hint and sit there. Can a man smile himself to death?

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan tilts her head, letting Ted kiss her cheek. She gives a small laugh, "Well... I had a lot of help."

Bailey, Bobo, and Bongo pause in their movements as Joan turns her head looking in their general direction. "I didn't even know you had the jewels. But it appears Bailey didn't want an incomplete outfit. Bobo sent off the delivery order, and Bongo decorated." She takes notice of Ted's gesture and grins, gently sitting down, crossing her legs, "I thought maybe you'd prefer this to going to the club and trying to make small talk." She turns a bit, "Also, it's probably a good chance to make use of those dance lessons."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord slips a hand around Joan's waist and rests a chin on her shoulder.

"You never looked better. And I've never been prouder of all of you. You're my greatest accomplishment. I still have no idea what I did to make you turn out so right. I mean there was that rough spot we had before I blocked Bravo... but yes very proud of you as people."

He goes to give Joan another kiss, careful of her lipstick.

"You want to dance a little? Maybe something slow?"

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan smiles back over to the bots as Ted praises them. The mention of Bravo makes her glance over to Ted curiously. Him cutting off mid sentence doesn't do anything to alleviate the curiousity.

Joan tilts her head down, accepting of the kiss, not nodding until the lips part ways. "Ok." Joan agrees, "One song now. The rest later. You don't want your dinner to get cold after all."

Ted Kord has posed:
Ted Kord stands up with Joan and takes her hand to step over to the living area. He notes the trampoline was rolled up and stored. He turns and extends a hand to her. "You wore heels. Ok, you start us out and make it easy on yourself." Don't be pushy Ted, he tells himself. He thought he was pushy with the lap invitation but apparently it's fine.

Joan Wright has posed:
Maybe it was. Maybe it wasn't. Or maybe being dressed back in that flapper style dress and wearing makeup boosted Joan to a different type of mood. Either way. It's Mardi Gras in the Kord Penthouse with just the two of them and several bots setting the mood.

As the pair reach the center of the room, Joan takes the offered hand. Brown eyes glance down to her strapped on heels at Ted's observation. "Like I did last time." Joan points out rather chipperly. "And you wore the goggles." She reaches a free hand to tap the pair resting on Ted's head. "I like them there." She comments, "They don't block your eyes."

The music switches over to something slow.

Bailey zooms past, going to a panel, manipulators grasping a dial to twist it.

Joan's eyes widen as she glances up to the bulbs dimming quite quickly. "Bailey!" Joan lets out a laugh, "We might want to look into some parental controls on whatever shows she's been watching."