[ MINGLE ] FORGE AFTER HOURS

[nonstopnarcissist]

WHO: Tony Stark
WHERE: South Village Forge
WHEN: January 8th
OPEN TO: Smitherns (Thor, Brigitte, Annie Cresta, Siefer), Plus Ones, Passers by, and Friends! Anyone, really, come on down.
WARNINGS: Language, discussion of canon typical violence probably, drinking?

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THE HEARTH

With the bulk of the work and chores done for the day, the heart's banked down to a tolerable level rather than steel meltingly hot, positively cozy. Tables are cleared of metal filings and shavings, the floor is swept, extra chairs and seating or overturned crates serve as places to kick back and enjoy the warmth. A large kettle of tea is kept brewing all night, another of coffee, and a jug of cool water for those thirsty with no real requirement RE flavor. There's a rack for coats and scarves when people don't need to be quite so bundled up, and space cleared enough for milling about, tossing ideas back and forth, or simply relaxing. Arguments happen at The Debate Wall, not by the fire.

THE FOOD

It's an eclectic spread- a pot of stew, some crusty bread, frittatas, a few large, simple cheese pizzas, bottles of wine, and whatever other food the Smitherns or their Plus Ones chose to bring. It's a bit of a potluck, food spread out on one table for perusal, plates waiting and a bin for dirty dishes. Tony will scrub up at the end of the night. By the fire there's a waffle iron and as many toppings as they could find for waffles- jams, zalpaca butter, dried fruit, preserved peaches. Serve yourself or sit and sample!

THE CHILL OUT CORNER

For the more introspective or anyone taking a break from The Debate Wall, there's a comfortable chair tucked in the far corner where the light isn't as bright, the sound not quite so loud- and in this chair sits a young Peacat, a smaller pot for tea, and a few books. Elton's a friendly sort and will chirrup to lean for pets or simply sit on a lap and purr, offering calming, quiet company.

THE DEBATE WALL

Scrubbed clean for the night, the wall opposite Tony's Scrawled projects, equations, rules and definitions- currently marked only with a few notes RE proper charcoal use 'It's for the wall, not your hands, not anyone's clothes', the large space cleared for marking out or drawing out- well. Games, hangman, tic-tac-toe, sketches, or debate points. The only other rule listed is 'If you're going to pick a hill to die on, cite your references'.

Comments

[firacrux]

"What d'you need an alarm clock for?" It's an honest question, he woke up the same time every day without it. Though he realized that maybe it wasn't so easy for everyone else. What was so time constraining she couldn't just sleep until she got up though? That was the real question. "A bell shouldn't be too hard." He'll leave the clockwork to her. That's just a little too small and fiddly for him to do effectively.

A thoughtful hum at her describing why she likes gears so much. It was a good point, made him think too much about the military though. People shouldn't be treated like gears. "Think I'll leave anything that intricate to you. Hands are too big." He wiggled his fingers in emphasis. Also impatient and became easily frustrated. Those things didn't help with the idea of clockwork either. "But I can make you a bell." He had a prototype in mind for Niska's pill press as well. Containers were still going to be an issue. "Say, do we have anyone workin' ceramics. Or glass maybe?"

[mediumhoodie]

Kat rolled her shoulders in a shrug. "It's easy to wake with the sun and go to bed at night but the nights are getting longer and I feel like I'm spending all that time sleeping." She used the side of her fork to cut the fluffy pancake before popping it into her mouth. "I'd like to get up earlier and I live alone, so I don't have anyone who can help me."

Which was partly her own fault but she didn't want to move out of her home.

She reached over and gently took his hands in hers. "I don't think they're too big." Though as she ran her finger along his palm she noticed that his hands were a lot bigger than hers. "It might be that you need more practice." She gently released his hand and returned to eating her meal. Kat was really full but she continued to eat anyway.

"No glass but there is clay. I don't know if that helps but I found some along the river. If you needed to make a mold then that would do it but it might not last more than one or two uses. I'm not sure." Kat really didn't know how that worked.