13212/Almost Halloween

Almost Halloween
Date of Scene:	29 October 2022
Location:	Stark Tower: Penthouse
Synopsis:	Wherein Tony and Pepper discuss Halloween decorations and a party.
Cast of Characters:	Tony Stark, Pepper Potts

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Tony Stark has posed:
"So, Pepper, I was wondering," Tony begins, conversationally, in his usual rapidfire way... and then a deep pause. Here comes the sass. But he's kind enough to give her that breath to prepare for it.

"When did we decide to turn the living room into Addam's Family Couture?"

Tony is chatting at Pepper in her office - just beamed his voice in at her without preamble or warning. "I feel like it's overly sadistic to confuse the bots about which things are real cobwebs and which are merely decorative. I've gone ahead and marked that all cobwebs are real, just for ease. M-6 was starting to melt a hole in the carpet trying to decide...."

Pepper Potts has posed:
"I really would like that by end of business-" there's a pause in Pepper's speech before she starts again, "Yes, GMT is fine. Tomorrow-"

Pepper is on a conference call, her tones moving from the careful and studied to the slightly distracted as Tony's voice comes through the PA. "Hold- no, no.. hold on one moment please." There's a momentary pause once more, and the redhead exhales in a brief, audible sigh before she continues, "No, better yet, I'll speak with you in the morning, yes.

"Tony, one moment.." What? Addam's family? Oh..

"Yes, I'll speak with you then." As the link drops, Pepper is slightly better equipped, or at least not pulled in another direction before she can address Tony.

"What? I thought it would be nice for a change. Besides, Janet wanted to go shopping, and I didn't want to disappoint her." She smirks slightly as she leans back in her chair and turns it a little to face one of her window/walls. "Besides, DUM-E helped."

Pepper sits up in her seat once more, and she frowns slightly, "Since when have we ever had real cobwebs in-- no, no, never mind. I really hate to lose all those decorations, though."

Tony Stark has posed:
"While I understand that Janet's disappointment level can have catastrophic impact on the world as we know it, a slight damper on holiday decor gone wild can't trigger her THAT severely," Tony bargains, as if there were no interruption. Meaning, that HE wasn't an interruption.

He's in the penthouse, walking around, taking in the sights there. "Next time, instead of big bag of .. what are these, dancing skeletons...?... next time, big bag of weed, for Janet. Chill her right out, promise."

Tony's wandering around, examining and fiddling with the decorations and setup. "But I wouldn't have you take me for a Halloween Grinch. I -- what would that even be? Something like a Karen that won't let her kids trick-or-treat?... banish the thought," Tony chatters, "Anyway, I did hook us up with a Halloween party. So we can take all this festive energy on outside where it belongs."

Tony pauses, smiling into the air, eyes rotating to the ceiling. "Thoughts on that?"

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper is straightening piles of work in her office, moving things around her desk so she can get at them easily in the morning. "Well, it did make her feel better," she begins again. "And I much prefer Janet when she's feeling better, not a manic mess, or a .. not manic mess," she finishes, her tones dropping a little. "She's doing okay, by the way." Ish. Mostly.

"Don't you dare touch the pumpkins," a playful warning note makes its way into Pepper's tones, "I like them. The skeletons were on sale, and I thought they'd be good company when you're in the workshop." She's teasing, certainly.

There's a pause on the other end even as Pepper rises from her spot and slides bared, stocking feet into her heels once more. "Party? Where, and when?"

Tony Stark has posed:
"All right," Tony says, when Pepper clarifies that Janet is doing okay. There's no disbelief there, he trusts Pepper's statement about it, without questioning it further yet. Details can come later on, when they're not talking through intercom. "Glad she is."

"I might have touched the pumpkins," Tony adds. TOO LATE. He only moved one of them. "It just needed some shades. I've improved it." Right.

"How long until the party, HOMER?" Tony questions.

"Approximately one hour, and twenty minutes," HOMER shares with them.

"That," Tony responds, cheerful. "Uptown. We can throw something together, I'm sure."

Pepper Potts has posed:
Pepper is busy shutting her office down; she's not going to get any more work done. Not while Tony is active upstairs, anyway. There's decorations to rescue, her pumpkins- "What? You.. as long as you didn't set any of them up to talk, I am going to count that as a victory," she finishes, her tones dry but holding that note of affection.

Pulling her suit jacket from the back of the chair, she's not putting it on, but rather, ready to carry it with her. She's waiting on the answer to 'when' it is, and as she crosses the room, heading towards the door, she is stopped short.

"When? In one hour?" Pepper's voice rises ever so slightly. "How are we going to make it? Tony.."

Tony Stark has posed:
"That's when it /starts/. When do I actually show up on time for a party?" Tony teases in amusement, as if the very idea of it were entirely charming of her to suggest. "With that in mind, we have as much time as we need." With that assurance, though, he adds, "Come up when you can. I've got an angel halo for you. Easy enough. Naturally I'll be your bad influence of the night."

Simple and elegant is expected, he's signalling that there's nothing to be worried about. Except that she has quite a bit more prep ahead of her to go out than /he/ does, but this isn't something unusual. Not really.

"Unless you want me to be the good one. That may or may not happen," he teases. "See you when you come up!" And with that, he ends the intercom chat.

Pepper Potts has posed:
Her face raises to the ceiling, more to pretend she can see through the floors up into the Penthouse, though she can certainly see the pleased look on that handsome face of his. Pepper exhales, and a smile ghosts onto her face, "Okay," she relents, "You're right. Fashionably late. I'm on my way up now. And, I think you being the angel might be more of a Halloween costume than your being the devil." It might be expected that he's the 'bad' one!

Tony's signing out gains a laugh from the redhead, and with a soft, fond breath, she begins to make her way up to the Penthouse.