[monthly enough] classic word association

[youare40]

Word Association is a common word game involving an exchange of words that are associated together. The game is based on the noun phrase word association, meaning "stimulation of an associative pattern by a word" or "the connection and production of other words in response to a given word, done spontaneously as a game, creative technique, or in a psychiatric evaluation." ~ our lord and saviour wikipedia GUIDELINES ① post with your character's name & series. ② include a word of your choice and optionally the definition in the body of your comment. -- visit the random word generator if you need help! ③ other characters will reply with the first word their character associates with the one you chose. ④ continue back and forth until one of you just has to know the story behind an answer.

Comments

[eyeofthehawk]

Bleak.

[cradlerocking]

Empty.

[eyeofthehawk]

Broken.

[cradlerocking]

Fixable.

[eyeofthehawk]

Impossible.

[cradlerocking]

Challenge.

[eyeofthehawk]

Barrier.

[cradlerocking]

Breakthrough.

[eyeofthehawk]

Achievement.

[cradlerocking]

Goal.

[eyeofthehawk]

Target.

[cradlerocking]

Locked.

[eyeofthehawk]

Loaded.

[cradlerocking]

I give up! [starts to laugh]

The only word I can come up with right now is 'Potato'.

I think I skipped lunch again.

[eyeofthehawk]

Seriously, potato? [Chuckles with her while shaking his head.]

That ain't a wise thing to do Doc.

[cradlerocking]

I know, I know. It's horrible. [puts her hands up to her face to cover her mouth as she laughs]

I was working on something and I just lost track of time. What time is it, by the way?

[eyeofthehawk]

Don't worry, you could've said something weirder.

[Reassuring her before looking at his watch to answer Helen's question.]

Yeah, we could tell and it's almost one in the morning.

[cradlerocking]

[She looks at him curiously, thinking. Oh, OH. Yes, there could have been weirder replies.]

So you're telling me that I didn't just miss lunch, I missed the dinner... and Tony Stark's party as well. [Oh ouch, she'll never hear the end of it]

[eyeofthehawk]

Lunch and dinner sure, the party's still going, well Stark's after party just for us is but you kinda can't hear it from here.

[cradlerocking]

If I missed the party, I wouldn't think of crashing it now. Besides, like you said - its become a private gathering.

They do keep the lab very well sound-proofed don't they? Did you come down here to get away from the blaring AC/DC, Or has he moved on to another band yet?

[eyeofthehawk]

A private party that's missing our female scientist, you're kinda part of the weird family now Doctor Cho.

I did come down to get away from the loud noise that Stark's calling music but also to drag you upstairs to relax a little before Steve and Thor eat all the pizza.

[cradlerocking]

Wait, I got adopted and I never got the memo? [she shakes her head and begins putting her equipment away in drawers. Dr Cho gives Barton a quick side-glance.]


I don't suppose it matters if I told you that I was waiting on some test results and [and she's suddenly interrupted by the sound of her stomach rumbling. Its loud and distinctive, and she may have been ignoring it for a while now]

... And I guess it's time to go eat.

[eyeofthehawk]

We were supposed to send you a memo? Kinda thought you'd be smart enough to figure that out on your own, doc.

[A little friendly, brotherly teasing as Clint watches her pack some things away.]

Y'know FRIDAY can tell you when you're tests are done, she's kinda all throughout the tower. [To him it was still weird that there was a different AI controlling the building he lived in apart from JARVIS.]

Come my lady, food waits for no mortal when a Norse God and a super soldier are around.

[cradlerocking]

Touche. [ok, that's worth another chuckle.]

[The last drawer is shut, the counters are cleared, everything is in its place. Except her, wearing her scrubs to an after party.]

Do you think I'll have time to change my shirt, or would that be pushing my luck? Seriously, the last time I showed up wearing this, Tony wanted me to diagnose his ingrown toenail.

[eyeofthehawk]

[A garment bag lands on the worktop directly in front of her as he turns his back on Helen so that she can change.] With regards from Pepper.