Video ✍ 005

[threeolives]

[ Pepper has a resigned look on her face, though it looks like she's nursing a growing headache. This plays in the background. ]

I guess it's not the worst curse possible, but it certainly is loud. And I must say, as nice as it was to wake up to Chelsea Morning-- I might change my alarm to it, even-- the "insight" to my psyche is not entirely welcome.

[ Pepper's not going out today. It's bad enough that her personal soundtrack changes every time she sees one of her friends post to the network, she doesn't want to be bombarded by whatever songs lurk out on the street. ]

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[captainfuckingmagic]

[Harry is cursed as well today, and his soundtrack has shifted to that as he chooses to video reply out of habit.]

Is that what all this noise is? Insight? Pretty fucking hard to tell though - you'd think they'd try something a little less... noisome, so we can pay attention to the psyche bits. [Shrug.]

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[threeolives]

[ Pepper replies via text to avoid further headaches, though she is slightly amused by what her music has changed to for Harry. ]

Just trying to find some deeper meaning to justify the cacophony, I guess.

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[captainfuckingmagic]

[Oh okay we're texting. He replies in kind. He would be really amused/confused by the song choice for him.]

yeah, makes sense. does make it less annoying. walking down the sidewalk in city center is like listening to twelve schizophrenetic radios at once. staying home was a much better idea, smart lady.

[ironmanic]

So...

[Something in his tone says Am I in trouble?

[threeolives]

[ Her reply says I'm not sure, but half the songs I've heard today have made me think of you and I don't know how to react to that. ]

So.

[ And once again, her music changes to match. ]

[ironmanic]

Wow-- that's actually a clever choice. I like a good pun.

[Trying to take this lightly, jamming out to the song.]

[threeolives]

[ Pepper is unamused by Tony's enthusiasm. All day the City has been plaguing her with songs she just knows are about him. Over and over, lyrics like "You've got wires, coming out of your skin," and "He's intellectual and he's hot, but he understands," and the far less subtle "Help me, I think I'm falling in love again. When I get that crazy feeling, I know I'm in trouble again. I'm in trouble 'cause you're a rambler and a gambler and a sweet-talking ladies' man. And you love your lovin', but not like you love your freedom."

So yeah, she's not going to say anything. Just swallow that knot in her throat. ]

[ironmanic]

If you want I could make you some headphones. Noise-canceling ones.

[threeolives]

Maybe, though I might just ride it out 'til midnight.

[ironmanic]

At least they're catchy.

[threeolives]

That they are. I'll be having earworms for days.

[ironmanic]

Wow, that sounds like a personal problem.

[Grinning teasingly.]

[threeolives]

[ Glaring back, though without the usual edge. ]

Hush, you.

[ironmanic]

Only for you, Miss Potts.

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[godofabs]

YOU AS WELL?

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[threeolives]

[ For about a half second, Pepper's soundtrack switches to that sad ballad she'd heard him sing, until she give a sharp look to the air and it seems to obey, switching immediately to something that, while a bit strange, is certainly more appropriate. ]

Unfortunately. What songs are you plagued with?

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[godofabs]

SOMETHING LOUD. FITTING, BUT QUITE OBNOXIOUS.

[threeolives]

[ Oh, Thor. Has anyone ever shown you the shift key? Or, rather, the un-shift key? ]

I can only imagine. Midnight can't come soon enough.

[godofabs]

IT IS TOO LONG, TOO LONG

[threeolives]

Hang in there, big guy. Tomorrow I can give you all the aspirin you'll need.

[godofabs]

I HOPE SO

[threeolives]

I'm not sure how big a dosage you gods will need, but I'm well stocked, so we'll figure it out.