Owner Pose
Joan Wright While the lower floors of the building were understandably quiet due to it being the weekend, there is a little bit of a difference going on. A familiar face crosses the lobby but there's no construction attire, no dress clothes, and most importantly- NO PAPERWORK. While the satchel is left home. Joan is pretty comfortably dressed in a pair of black cargo pants and a red blouse.

While the attire is a bit different, her face is still familiar to security leading to her getting to the elevator with little problem. After a few moments she is on board and riding on up.
Ted Kord Ted Kord had a couple rescues to make, a building fire, another collapse, a purse snatcher. Still in his working clothes he is dozing by the pool. He seems to be having nice dreams as well.

Bailey Bot, has one of his gloves off and is juuuuust about to reach for a bottle of nail polish as Joan enters. and sees this through the outer doors.
Joan Wright After exiting out and going around the wall, Joan's glance around the penthouse reveals to her the view through the doors. Is she ab- "Bailey!" Joan calls out, stepping towards the doorway.

The quick steps clump across the tile before she crouches down to the robot. "...Did you get permission first?"
Ted Kord Can a bot be startled? Certainly defensive programs can be activated. When you're Bailey you have little choice but to evade. She's smol. The bottle falls on the pool tile, spilling blue polish. A hovering Bobo clicks -something- with disapproval.

Ted is apparently not a light sleeper. He sighs contentedly.

Bailey flees, making a blur of herself.
Joan Wright Seeing the reaction, Joan sighs, shaking her head. Walking over near Ted, she crouches down to upright the bottle and put a cap on it. She glances over to Bobo. "Bobo, could you get me some paper towels to mop this up?

Sure Ted may be a billionaire but he's got to have something to clean up messes from experiments gone awry here.

Taking note of the missing glove, she looks around, making sure it didn't get hit with the nail polish. Although, she has to admit that Bailey's shade matching skills is pretty high. A glance to the sleeping man is considered. A small smile forming on her face. He must've passed out right there after a busy morning. He didn't even make it to his regular clothes before falling under. "And a blanket please."
Ted Kord Ted Kord stirs. "My hand is cold... I'm having a stroke..." He comes awake. Okay sound sleeper but one who wakes up quick. He stares at his ungloved hand. "Where is she?"

Then e notices Joan.

"Oh!."

He takes another look at Joan.

"Oooooh."

He gets up and holds his arms out. "Well, don't you look nice." He head tilts. "No paperwork... whatever will we do to pass the time?" He rolls his eyes to the heavens seeking inspiration. He also gently clasps her shoulders.
Joan Wright Hearing Ted's murmurs, Joan shakes her head, smiling. "No stroke. I did catch Bailey trying to touch up your nails though. She ran off when I asked her if she had permission first."

As Ted starts to get up, Joan stands up as well. Tet's compliment causes for her smile to strengthen a little. "I thought I'd come by to see how you were doing." She admits, "No work this time." She considers the costume "Although it looks like it was your turn to pull a bit of overtime. I'm surprised Bailey didn't wake you."
Ted Kord Ted Kord shrugs. "I was in a celebratory mood and had too many mimosas. Aah! Oh! Excuse you!" Bingo flies under Ted's feet to scrub at the paint with a sponge and chemical cleaner. He lets go of Joan as he overbalances, and flails backward towards the water. "Bwah!" He reaches out for anything to stop his plunge. "Bailey!!! You are in such trouble!' he yells as he teeters.
Joan Wright Joan's smile falters, "Do you mean you were drinking while working or aft-"

Joan doesn't get to finish her question as Ted starts stumbling back. Joan makes what was probably not the best of judgement calls. Ted's reaching arm is grabbed and Joan leans back to try and tug him back using all of her weight. She falls to the tile of the poolside, bringing the penthouse owner with her.
Ted Kord Ted Kord has landed on an architect. It probably felt better for him than her. He has the weight, almost no body fat and about 10 kilos of equipment on him. he goes sort of limp while throwing his hands out to arrest some of his momentum. This is where they'd look at each other awkwardly... hey fuck that noise. He leans in and plants one on Joan's mouth, well aware of the new status quo.

"Mmmmmmmm... Joan, I think you got nail polish in your hair..."
Joan Wright OOF! The added weight as it hits the stomach does end up knocking out a bit of Joan's air. Wide eyed at the sensation, the lips part open as she gives a bit of a gasp. Fortunately Ted's effort to reduce the impact does keep things from getting bad. It also does give her the time to process the situation a bit more.

Sure, there's a dampness behind her head, but the more pressing matter is the man she had confessed to having feelings for partiallylying on top of her, the other part seemingly doing a pushup.

It's amazing how the mind works. The eyes and brain are capable of processing a lot more imagery than one realizes. However since a lot of the images picked up by the eyes are quite similar, the brain kind of glosses over some details. But. In certain situations, the brain takes a detailed look at what is being processed. And this is what happens for Joan.

The world slows down. The visual of what goes on around the pair is faded but she does have the ability to process the downwards momentum of his upper half. And in that time. Her eyes close, leaving the brain to get its reports from other sources.

When Ted finishes. Joan's lungs are given the order and they start to fill while her eyes open, looking up to the goggled man. She's quiet, looking to his smile.

And then he brings up the hair.

Joan blinks, reaching a hand back to confirm the wetness against her head to be of the blue variety. "...Bailey." She sighs.
Ted Kord Ted Kord gets up and grabs at some napkins and Bingo's leaner. Bingo offers it up quickly, thinking he might be blamed for the debacle. Ted works quickly at the spot on the hair. "I'm not sure how good this stripper is for hair. I'd hit the bathroom and rinse it out quick but, I got the paint off. ... are you okay? You're awfully quiet." He outs his hand on her cheek patting it a little. "Thanks for the save. Did I hurt you?"
Joan Wright With the Ted removed, Joan pushes herself up to a sitting position, allowing Ted to dab away at the excess. The cheeks feel a bit warm but away from the mirror she can only hope that doesn't mean her face has shifted in shades.

She starts to push herself up to a standing position once Ted makes the suggestion to rinse out the remaining polish, "I think acetone's ok if it's still wet. But-" She pauses as Ted inquires if she's ok. "-I'm okay. You managed to keep most of the weight from landing on me which helped and-" Based from the warmth of her cheek now there's no doubt that she's likely red in the face now. "-I should run to the bathroom and take care of this."

She starts to turn but for a moment pauses, turning back to Ted. With a quick lift on to her toes, she gives Ted a quick peck on the exposed part of the cheek before scooting off. "Bailey! Bring me your acetone please."