Owner	Pose
Tony Stark	"Come with me. Exactly. Stay just above me," Tony is instructing something, as he comes up and out of the lab area. That something will make an appearance soon enough: a little levitating bot hovers about 6' off the ground, with a strange number of things attached to it -- long cables. It looks a little like a hovering medusa bot! Tony himself is dressed simply, trotting out in just sweats and a slightly oversized t-shirt on his currently 10-year-old frame. He has some VERY high tech glasses on: red tinted lenses, with augmented HUD images scrolling in the sides as he approaches, and brightly checks for anyone around in the main area. He didn't expect to see some of the girls just entirely sacked out in the main room, and pauses, deflated by how many seem to be sleeping. Welllll. The robot buzzes a little, and Tony shushes it. "Can't you see they're sleeping?"
Cecily Winters	Cecily is very much asleep. Tangled up under a pile of blanket, she looks to just be a lump of covers but her tails and ears peek out. The latter flick and twitch, and at the sounds of whispers andb uzzing, well... they're swiveling to point some directly at Tony! The girl's clothes, at least her outer layers, are folded nicely on a chair.     All in all, though, there is much cozy to be had.
Tony Stark	Tony waves at the robot again, after seeing Cecily's ears move. "You'll wake the kitty one," he says to the robot, in reprimand. It finally stops making BLOOP noises, and instead comes along silently. Tony wades through the disaster of cushions, blankets, balloons and whatever else has exploded in the space. He has the expectation that he can still do whatever he pleases, so long as he does it quietly. "There," Tony says to the bot, making it stop. He begins to drag the leads away, to set up a bizarre tent-like structure, while the bot attaches the item up to the ceiling. It is a very creative start to an indoor fort. OBVIOUSLY. However, trying to hang up one of the sheets fails, and it floooooows... and falls down over Cecily! "Ack," Tony acks, trying to still be quiet as he tries to pull it off and away.
Cecily Winters	The best laid plans, and like and such... Cecily's ear twitces at the bloops. And then the 'ack'. And then the sensation of a sheet sliding over it. Her body shakes and she stretches, one leg poking out from under the cover, her tails waggling some, and eventually... the blanket comes up off of her head. A pair of brightly glowing violet eyes peers out at Tony, blinking. Then a small hand fumbles around for the glasses that are sitting nearby. "Mmph..." she makes a noise as she struggles to find them.
Tony Stark	Tony spins it... of course. "You're in the secret fort," Tony whispers, conspiratorially. He lifts the sheet again, stepping under it, with a sudden lift of finger to mouth, an urgent 'shhh!' motion. It's not seriously, though: the whole tone is playful. The youth has entirely settled onto the young man at this moment - the youthening spell is in full hold in ability to simply live in the moment of a game and imagination. He tosses one side of the sheet over the line again, and it stays this time, a huge tented sheet of fabric, creating a big drape!
Cecily Winters	It takes a few moments, but eventually, the blanket-hooded foxgirl finds her glasses and fumbles around until they're on her face. She blinks a few more times, ears folding down a little. "...secret.. fort..?" she asks, gazing around. "....but..." she purses her lips lost in thought. "..doesn't it.. need some light strings..?" she offers as the sheet goes up to create the tent. "...an' it's over my secret cave..."     She retreats a little more under her blanket until all that can be seen are those glowing eyes--and her fluffy tails out the other end. It's really more of a large boulder-shaped pile of blankets than a 'cave' but it seems like some of her metal age regression comes with some more feral 'fox' instincts. "...but there's no hot chocolate in here.." she pouts.
Tony Stark	"Lights are coming. Trust me, I know how to make a cool fort," Tony arrogantly announces, a bit loud. He realizes he was loud, though, and drops his voice. He's proudly standing, shoulders back -- but his chest center is emitting light, through the t-shirt in the middle of his chest. Strange! It is, of course, the adapter on the power source currently keeping him alive: though only Avengers actually know about the purpose of it. To anyone else, just looks like a strange light-up necklace, maybe. "Hot chocolate is missing, true," Tony admits, lifting the red goggles up to sit on his forehead. As a ten year old, Tony is still very //cool//. The swagger translates to lower age, in a sort of reckless, danger-kid way. "You okay?" Tony then asks, stepping over some of the blankets and nudging her tail with his foot.
Cecily Winters	Cecily had figured some things out after the Vision had worked on Tony on Halloween night. Not like she's going to really bring it up, though. She has her own secrets of 'dead and back' more or less. "'kay.. purple lights?" she asks, sounding a little hopeful. She just lays there, her head on her folded arms, watching Tony a little longer. "...can make it but dunno where it is.." she admits. It's not her house after all. "..an' if I knew it's probably too high for me too..." a little grumpy noise from the four-foot-fox.     Then there's that little nudge. The tail that's bumped curls lightly around Tony's ankle. The other eight sort of just flick and wave a bit. "Nuh. Today sucked..." she mutters. "...kind of fun, then no fun. Stupid big guy tasted terrible but he deserved to get bit!"
Tony Stark	"Oh, I know where it is. This is my house," Tony answers. He looks curiously down at the table, with an amused and curious look. "You tryin' to play footsie?" Tony asks impishly, nudging the tail again with his foot. He then turns, climbing out from under the sheet to go towards the kitchen. "That stuff is over here," he calls, in a sort of loud whisper. "You //bit// somebody? Somebody here? Who deserved it?"
Cecily Winters	"No?" Cecily blinks, shaking her head at the mention of footsie. She looks over her shoulder, poking her head out of her blanket. "...I can't control them that well.. you're warm..." she explains, then slowly pulls herself up. She sheds most of the blankets save for one, and wraps it snug around her. She's doffed her clothes, save for a tank top and some shorts worn over tights. Modest, if monochrome, feet bare.     "Huh? Here?" she asks, approaching the kitchen. "...no I..." she looks away, "...had to go to work..." she says. "...just... cuz 'm small doesn't mean... I get to stop doin' stuff... much as I want to just. Eat ice cream and watch cartoons..." The mention of the latter brings a little smile to her, though, "...we watched Treasure Planet earlier."
Tony Stark	"I don't think I've seen Treasure Planet," Tony remarks, while actively climbing up to get to the cabinets he wants. Shortness is no blocker to Tony; if he couldn't climb, he'd have gotten a robot to do it. The kitchen is dark otherwise, but Tony doesn't turn the lights on. It's more fun to do it in this murky mid-lighted area. He hands it down to Cecily, sitting on the edge of the counter now, dangling his feet. "You had to work? Why? Like, hurting for money?" Tony questions.
Cecily Winters	"Is good!" Cecily replies, blushing lightly as she accidentally pushes her volume too high. She frowns, rocking back and forth on her heels as she watches Tony clamber around. But she waits, then pushes up on her tiptoes to get the item he's handing down to her. "Thanks," she nods, then leans against the counter next to him when she's asked.     She shrugs, "Mmmno... but..." Those glowing eyes close and she tugs the blanket up around her some more. "...When I grew up I wanted to be like my mom... 'n then I did. I became a cop. 'n then.. I got hurt... 'n I became a fox... An' then all this happened."     Then she looks up at Tony, "...just because 'm small doesn't mean I should stop tryin' to help people... I'm fighting inside... to just ignore it all and go build with blocks and pillows and coloring books. But I was always like this. Even when I was this small for real... I dunno if I had time to be a kid... and I still don't.."     She sighs and looks at her small hands, "...you see news and stuff? Ryker's Island? I helped... cuz that's what I do..." she clutches the cocoa powder to her chest.
Tony Stark	"The news? No, I wasn't watching the news," Tony says, surprised by that idea. He hadn't had that or the world on his radar. When he gets into a creative mode, the whole outside gets shut out. That's normal - and always has been, for the inventor. His focus becomes a laser. "I was making rocket boots," he clarifies, simply. That's just what he was doing. "Which are done, by the way, but I'm really sleepy, so I guess tomorrow's better. No fun to fly at night anyway." Still, the other questions start to rouse memories - the 'Avenger' things. It isn't like Tony forgot who he is, or any of it. It just got snowed in under these other priorities and how his brain is working. "I get it." He does. He's trying to force things to be more adult. It's just hard to make himself do that - his brain is a big thing and doesn't mind what he wants. It does as it will! "Maybe it'll look better in the morning," he suggests, doubtfully. But then helps her make the coca, getting the mugs. It's setting up to be a mellow night.
Cecily Winters	"...was fun shooting my guns again... even if they're so heavy..." she gets a bit of a grin on her face, then shakes her head. "...don' worry about it. Watch it later." She waves it off, putting it all aside. "I just wanna cocoa and sleep... after you build the fort..." she nods firmly.     They get the cocoa made, and Cecily hugs the blanket around her tight again while carefully cradling a steaming mug to her chest. "Hey.. um.. I'm sorry. About the. Yelling at you an' stuff..." she says in a very small voice. She looks away, then moves closer to her boss.     A few of her tails curl around his waist and she leans her head against his shoulder, "I'm glad I'm here. For all of this. Thank you for being my friend, Tony. You an' Pepper. It means a lot."
Tony Stark	"Sure," Tony says, flushed, and sort of guides her tails away from his waist. It was too much like somebody wrapping arms or legs around his middle. He's not upset, just dodges it and guides them off. Too much close feelies. He pats her shoulder, though, friendly and companionable. "We'll get this fixed. I'll try to ... focus on the fix, not ... rocket shoes. I don't know what happened," Tony says, honestly. Things are strange. "C'mon, let's drink this and do better tomorrow," Tony suggests.