Tubes - Locked || Inn - OTA

[can_fight_ugly]

WHO: Anne Weying and you!!
WHERE: Tubes and INN
WHEN: Tonight (11/23)
OPEN TO: OTA Inn, first prompt tag Tubes
WARNINGS: n/a, will add as applicable

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Tubes

What had been just your basic weekend, chatting with your ex-fiancee before your current beau rolls up with coffee, somehow, in an instant, becomes a drowning nightmare come to life. There's an initial moment where Anne panics, but calms herself, pressing hands against the walls of the tube while she assesses her situation. There didn't seem to be any available air where she was located, which was a concern, but she did find a window into the room beyond that looked blessedly dry.

Her lungs start to burn, and there's an awareness that there was a finite amount of time available to figure a way out of this. One hand on the wall to brace, she takes the other and pounds the heel of her palm against the sides, trying to go for whatever will create the greatest volume of sound.

She pauses briefly to see if there's anyone in there, or if she's knocking to the void - and she does see movement. With that motivation, she knocks harder, incessant and pressing.

Inn

Freed from the tubes and escorted to the village, she claims a room in the Inn in order to change, then plants herself by the fire with a local wine and warm food. This has been a lot to take in, and she's letting all the information settle and process.

It's no small transformation, from an American metropolitan to some fantastical medieval village in a nameless world. This is never something she'd anticipated in her future plans, but then again recent events have already tempered her for the unpredictable.

She's open to conversation, eager for information and ready to meet her new neighbors.

Comments

inn

[fooloftheking]

Truth of the matter is that Bobo likely shouldn't be up and about. He feels like death warmed over, and looks about like he's three weeks past death. Pale and peaked, his eyes rheumy, and having lost a few pounds through the course of all of this illness that's taken hold of him. It's that last part that has sent him to the inn before making the hike back north, needing food and not just scrounging.

Getting a bowl of stew, he headed to the main room because he's not sure he can stay sitting up on a straight back chair. So instead he picks one by the fire, settling in with his fur coat about him, tugging it about him like a blanket before he lifts the bowl and sips from it. Spoons are so overrated.

Sighing as he finishes the bowl, sitting back in the chair with his eyes nearly closed. "Should have just brought the pot with me," he grumbles, not sure more is worth the walk. Not yet.

[can_fight_ugly]

In her short time here, warming by the fire, Anne has watched the patrons come and go and has noticed some curious things. Most notably that more than a few people look as if they'd come out of the bad end of sick leave.

This fur-clad man is no exception, but if he's got an appetite that's good news at least.

"That good? Maybe I'll have to order that, next time." She offers him a congenial smile. "Can I get you anything? Looks like you've had a rough time of it."

[fooloftheking]

"Any food is good after dealing with what your roommate drags back up to the north village," he admits with a crooked smile and a dark laugh. "Though Margaery and whoever else helps her, they do a good job with what little they have."

It's something that's always impressed him, especially when they're just stuck here like everyone else.

He frowns at her, eyes narrowing. "You're new to all of this then, right? Otherwise you'd know there's been something going around. No one's died that I've heard, but I think a few wished they had at some point. It's been a bitch, let me tell you."

[can_fight_ugly]

"You know, I could tell that something's gone around, but no, I wasn't personally here for it. Sounds like it wasn't a pleasant ordeal at all, but it sounds like people are on the mend?"

As poorly as some of these other residents look, they're still moving about on their own and she hadn't felt like any were just about to drop dead.

"Did they find a cure? Should I get a vaccination?"

[fooloftheking]

"Looking that way, and now sure it would work as a vaccine. You could ask the hospital staff.. Some of the egghead types went searching and found this concoction that worked. Which is a good thing because as noxious as it was, might not have been worth it." Even with the feeling like death thing.

"I'm sure you're fine though. I mean, no vomiting or hallucinations, right? If not, I'm sure you're fine." Which is likely not at all reassuring.

[can_fight_ugly]

"Well, I'm not yet convinced this whole village isn't a hallucination, but somehow I don't think that's what you're talking about. The other symptoms; no."

She'd stop by the hospital, though, ask around. It doesn't hurt to be prepared. "Thank you for the information."

[fooloftheking]

"Naw. I hallucinated a lot. This place was there before and after," he admits, shaking his head. "You'd know if it was that, and we wouldn't be sitting here chatting," he says, shaking his head.

"Hey, anytime. Giving information doesn't cost me anything. Why do you think this place is your imagination?"

Inn

[blacksky]

This place is small enough that Elektra can tell who is new and who isn't. Since she comes here for food and nothing else, she may as well say hello to the ones who stick out to her. Maybe even throw in a tip because why not? The hardest thing she has to do here is learn how to live with a truly blind man, prepare for winter, and make the best of things. Frankly her best of things is pretty amazing hence the great mood. "If you're new here, the cheese is fantastic." She advises as she begins her favorite hobby of stealing warm food for her home.

[can_fight_ugly]

Anne looks up and smiles with the unbidden advice. "That's good to know. Guess I'll go for the cheese plate next."

Culinary recommendations aside, she's ready for any advice she can get. "Is cheese the answer to surviving around here?"

[blacksky]

"Absolutely not. It's an added bonus." Elektra explains with that charming, rich girl smile that supposedly wins people over. She's free here to be anything, but the mask slips on here and there. She doesn't even think about it.

Her advice is sincere as she continues plating herself. "The key to survival is knowing you can have whatever you want. If you want a house? Take it. Food? Take that too. You do have to take care of your toys, but everything is easy to come by. It's fantastic."

[can_fight_ugly]

Anne makes a face, "Really? It's that easy? Ugh, I always like a bit of a challenge. Maybe my surviving here is going to be learning how to take it easy."

That's not altogether a lie; she's bright and ambitious and likes to be involved in things. The idea that she wouldn't have to work for anything was honestly disappointing. "Please tell me there's at least some excitement now and again?"

[blacksky]

Elektra purses her lips thoughtfully. She can't fault the other woman given her duties as a spy, assassin, and ninja. It is just unexpected. "I lost my memory because of moths and many of us were at risking of dying to illness. Is that exciting enough for you?" Sincere question.

[can_fight_ugly]

Anne's eyes widen at the idea, and she nods slowly.

"Yeah, I think that'll about do it." She extends a hand in greeting, "I'm Anne Weying, by the way."

Inn

[imareporter]

Things are getting back to normal-ish. Eddie has been offering a pair of helping hands by day and by night bouncing around in the walls trying to keep a secret.

Venom's gotten out.

He knows it. He's woken up feeling far stronger then he has in awhile. They haven't had time to talk so they're talking now and he doesn't like what he's hearing.

I can go outside and hunt. This is what we were built for! Don't you feel better?

Of course I do. That said it's kinda fucking panic inducing to know that you're outside. Have you talked to anyone?

...No.


"I know you're lying." He speaks aloud and Eddie stops. They're in the Inn for a snack (another snack) and there's...Anne.

Just sitting there. With Wine and Food.

What can he say? His mouth just drops open and he frowns.

[can_fight_ugly]

Anne is enjoying her meal, quietly processing this amazing turn of events and starting to formulate her Next Steps, when she feels that tickle at the back of her neck that she's being watched.

Sometimes, it's just a figment of your imagination; crossing a dark alley way, or walking briskly towards your car in a vast, empty parking garage, it's an instinct born from navigating concrete jungles. Figment or not, she makes a subtle check, turning slightly to look over her shoulder, and -- her demeanor shifts from surreptitious to open curiosity.

"Eddie?" She stands, abandoning her meal to cross the Inn stand next to him. It's surreal; she had just seen him, talking on the steps to her townhouse in San Francisco, how was it he was here now? Of course, he looked just as shocked to see her as she did him. "I wasn't sure if I should be surprised to see you here, but I'm going to take your expression as a 'yes'."

[imareporter]

Why are you so surprised?! This is perfect! No Dan in sight! You and she can get back together. The two of you can be together and you'll be happy and I'll be there...

The sudden flood of happy feelings from Venom is so strange, like an over eager child that he offers her an instagram worthy smile, the sort worthy of emoji and other expressions of lust.

"...I-Yeah. Anne holy shit hi welcome to club bullshit."

This is so bad.

So bad.

Why?! Ask her-

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where's Dan?"

[can_fight_ugly]

“Come on, you can steal potatoes from my plate.” It's good to see him smiling so largely for once, it'd been a while since she'd seen him this happy. She smiles in return, touching a hand to his shoulder and morning to the table she'd been at by the fire. She can grab another chair. It's a little dangerous, she realizes, to fall so easily into these habits, and she'd have to be careful not to lead him on gong forward, but in this strange place it's nice to see a familiar face.

“I'm not hurt. It was a cold and wet welcome, but I've gotten over the worst of it. “ She's in the overalls and thermal shirt from the backpack. It's really not that flattering of an outfit, but it's dry. “I haven't seen Dan around yet, is he here? Is there any sort of a directory?”

[imareporter]

"No." he swallows. Dan. Honestly he was happy for her and for Dan, if only because Dan was a decent guy and far more mature then he was-

You pussy.

Stop it.

His expression doesn't waiver, "I'll keep my eyes out for him. I've only been here about a month...I uh...If he's here I'll find him for you."

Despite the assurances of his "other half", that was decent, the mature thing to do, "...I'm ok by the way thanks for asking."

He means it to sound kidding. It might be a bit cooler then he intends.

[can_fight_ugly]

"A month?" She grabs a second chair and sets it next to her table, taking a seat and giving Eddie a slight frown. Now, this place was weird but she has a feeling she's just tapped into the surface. "I saw you, just before I got here."

That was one of the things she missed about being with Eddie; they had such easy, fun banter together. They were both capable of rubbing each other's nose in it in such a way as was jovial and heartening. Catching a bit of a cool end on that is a sign for concern, but right now she's not sure what. "Are you okay? What's happened since you've here?"

Inn

[nonstopnarcissist]

Tony isn't completely a zombie when he shuffles in for the daily lunch and settles up next to the fire- but he's about halfway there. Recovering from that illness has thrown him for a loop- usually the cold doesn't sink into his bones and sit quite so long but, well. He's lucky today. He doesn't think much of settling in across from someone, most everyone in the village knows he's in his own head/locked in his notebook when he comes in to eat but-

This woman?

Looks a little familiar, now that he squints. "...do I know you?"

[can_fight_ugly]

Things Anne did not expect to happen today: wake up in a watery tube, be provided the worst wardrobe ever, find herself in what seems to be some sort of an alternate universe or really convincing rennessaince faire, and have Tony Fucking Stark sit down at her table like he's the one that made the reservation.

He doesn't look his best (although, she muses, it'd be hard for anyone to in this place, from first impressions), and she's starting to connect the dots between him, Bobo, and some of the other residents that she's seen wearing the same exhaustion that something happened or something went through. She gives him the benefit of first contact and continues with her meal aside from one or two surreptitious glances to ensure that - yes - Tony Stark and not some Hollywood lookalike.

Then he looks at her and speaks and there's a flush, though that could just be from the wine and the fire.

"I doubt you'd remember me but we did cross paths a while ago, Tony Stark." She sets her glass down and holds a hand out for re-introductions. "Anne Weying, District Attorney for San Francisco."

[nonstopnarcissist]

Oh.

Oh, hell.

It's been awhile since he's run into one of his one night stands (since he cut down on the activity that kind of kept it from happening) and generally being busy kept him from that particular social awkwardness but. Here she is. Miss Unimpressed Intern about ten years later, just as done with this shit as she'd been at the gala years ago.

Tony blinks once, twice as the details filter in and his gaze sharpens, his smile crooks into an amused grin. "That's right. Maria Stark Charity Auction, 08? Purple gown, stole my drink."

Or at least got the drink he'd ordered before he'd been able to grab it. "You made DA? Called it. I knew you were going places."

[can_fight_ugly]

"It was a good drink, I have no regrets."

That does include the rest of the night, but one-night stand it was and she doesn't have intentions on revisiting that particular part of the evening. "I actually recently made a career change, and have had more than a few people telling me I'm selling myself short. I used to be part of the firm that represented Carlton Drake."

She'll focus no her food for a moment. No regrets about that decision, either, no matter some of the flack from friends and family she'd gotten. "Eddie tells me he's been here a month, what about you? Is there an expected sentence length I should prepare myself for?"

[nonstopnarcissist]

"I've got good taste." In drinks- and in company. It was a night to be sure but they went their separate ways and Pepper was impressed by how Anne took it in stride. Not that he expected any different, whoever ended up with her? Some kind of quality.

"That misanthropic hack? Really?" He'd be offended if, well, he wasn't busy with everything in the world on the east coast. Drake was almost as bad as Hammer.

Almost.

Mostly they'd avoided one another.

"Eddie? Wait, Eddie Brock, that Eddie? How do you know him?"

[can_fight_ugly]

"Part of the reason I opted to defend the people, instead of the corporations." She makes an impish grin, agreeing with Tony, but it had certainly taken a bit to wheel her around to that way of thinking.

She nods, taking a moment to mull over her response and choose her words carefully. She's new here, Eddie's more established, and she didn't need to go airing out their dirty laundry to every playboy millionaire that sat at her table.

"We crossed paths a few times, between New York and San Francisco." Deliberate wording, but she's trying to play it off as casual. "I'd say we're friends."