listen, i know i asked the universe for a nap but--

[amelioraate]

who: Tony Stark and YOU
what: someone wakes up from a coma?
when: end of September to early October
where: hospital, the loft he shares with Steve and Bucky, his partially ruined workshop, wherever?
warnings: none at the moment, will be updated as necessary!
other: Hit me up on plurk or via pm if you want a starter! Or, feel free to just come across him at any of the places mentioned above. He will also be catching up on lost coffee consumed.



user_identity: stephen.strange { span_location: hospital; engage: what_the_hell }

Waking up to the strangely clean cut and well rested face of Stephen Strange is high on the list of shit that Tony never thought he would see. For a good moment, Tony is almost positive that he is either a) dreaming, or b) in a new alternate universe.

Turns out neither.

"Jesus fuck, Stephen?"

Tony wincing at the sound of his own voice, rough and cracked from disuse and holy fuck, how long has he been out? It was clearly a while because he is hooked up to more than the usual IV and--

"What the hell... Stephen, what happened?"

It's a legitimate question because the last thing he really remembers is working in the workshop and... huh.

user_identity: steve.rogers { span_location: hospital&loft; engage: wake_up_call }

When Tony wakes up, he is not where he last remembers being. Granted,
when he tries to really think about it, he can't remember much of anything beyond going for coffee with Steve and then... a really long stint in the workshop. There are vague memories of making some progress on the things that he was building for the perimeter, but then--

Nothing.

Waking up to white sterile walls and the familiar smell of hospital is a lot less surprising than it should be. The only surprising thing about waking up here is what he wakes up with, but that is something he will have to deal with later. For now, he has to deal with doctor check-ups (ones with less judgement than his first interaction) and trying to find his damn phone so that he can get out of here as soon as possible. Not that he doesn't love being in the hospital, but-- well he doesn't.

As soon as he has a moment to breath, he snatches up his phone and sends a text to Steve.

So apparently I shouldn't give roombas coffee, who knew huh?

Followed a few moments later by: Think you could come pick me up? Maybe bring me some clothes that don't smell like bleach? Please?

Then he flops back on the bed and waits.

user_identity: ava.orlova { span_location: loft; engage: coffee_times }

The first time back to the loft, Tony heads right to the shower, not really looking around or taking note of the place and what has changed in the month since he took his extended nap.
He just-- wants the smell off and wants his own bed (well as close to his own bed as he can get here)
and actual sleep because, for a guy that just slept for a month, he is tired.

He wakes up the next day and is impressed that he actually slept a decent amount. Now, there was a great need for coffee. And probably more than one pastry from that place he loves because he deserved it damnit, screw the whole only eat plain things. He wanted chocolate.

Showering and dressing is done on automatic, and it isn't until Tony wanders out to the main are that he notices there is an addition to the place. Ava is curled up on the couch, red hair bright against the dark fabric, and for a moment Tony stops and blinks. Then, more than a little awkwardly:

"Um, morning?"

Comments

[realimperfect]

Well at least he looks like nothing ever happened. Somehow it might've been more shocking had he looked up and still been a complete mess, now that she thinks about it. After all, there were doctors that had instruments that could heal on the spot, like Bones had done for her before.

Still, she definitely wasn't expecting the nickname, and before she can stop herself there's a slight wrinkling of the nose that rolls across her expression. Definitely not her style of nickname, but Re-L's sure Tony knows and is doing it anyway just to rankle her a little. It seems to be one of the ways he likes to operate, at the very least. Re-L's gathered herself back to her normal neutrality by the time Tony is headed her way, at least, still wary that she doesn't allow the roomba too close if it's around -

"Well you're awake at least. Which is good - I have something I need." Since, obviously, she's sure he sits around and waits for things like this to walk through his door. She flicks open the journal in her hands, activating it so that he can take a look.

"I'd like to have a computer that operates in the same way as this journal. Free moving pages, majority touch control, note addition .. "