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ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ([personal profile] memepasta) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2015-07-06 09:57 am

monday meme seance: body's barely cold this time




Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

- Post with Character Name | Series in the subject.
- Others respond.
- Roll 1-10 at RNG for a scene, play it out and have fun!

1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.
onehotpepper: (cannot handle the stress)

3, 5, 21 ... mostly 3 and 5. her feelings are 21.

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-11 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
In the silence of the Malibu house, Pepper finally heaves the sigh she's been holding in all day, and with it goes, for a moment, her perfect posture and camera-ready, neutral expression. Mr. Stark has been missing for two weeks now, and the more time goes by without a sign of hope, the more the media clamors for answers. Answers she doesn't think even Mr. Stane can give them, because for all that he projects complete calm before the cameras -- which has kept every Stark Inc investor from cashing out from the minute the disappearance hit the news -- she's not convinced he knows any more than she does.

In truth, his steady, unflappable demeanor has helped keep her going, though sometimes she'd like to see him crack just a little. There's a lot to be said for humanizing top executives, after all.

But it's not her choice, and it's not her problem. Her job revolves around Mr. Stark, which is why she's able to come into the house without raising any eyebrows. Here, alone, she can let her breath shake and her eyes water as she gazes out at the sleek, distinctly rich interior. It's too empty, without him here. Too quiet. Her single sniff echoes in the space.

"Where are you, Mr. Stark," she breathes, shutting her eyes as she leans back against the front door.
britishbinary: (Off duty service)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-11 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Mr Stane is indeed handling the running of the company during this crisis with admirable ability. It is clear to Jarvis that he has planned for this eventuality, a very logical decision given Mr. Stark's high profile and his probability as a target for just such a kidnapping. Doubtless he has contingency plans for other similar emergencies.

Miss Potts has also been managing to balance the press and the running of the company on a more day-to-day level, continuing to make decisions that she had sometimes made for Mr. Stark when she could not reach him directly. She has held up very well, in the public eye, and in the private arena, and it is only here in the house, when she is alone, that she allows herself to let down her guard.

She is not alone, however, and Jarvis brings up the lights very slowly, keeping them dim, just enough to register his presence. "Good evening, Miss Potts," he says gently. "I have nothing further to report on the attempts to locate Mr. Stark. I am sorry. Have you eaten today?"
onehotpepper: (eyes shut)

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-11 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course. Jarvis. She forgets, sometimes, that he's always around. She's not yet at the point where she thinks of him as sentient, but she does take comfort in his presence. The truth is, in all this mess, he's been a constant, grounding force in ways that no one else has been. Mr. Stane is .. off-putting, in some ways. He doesn't need her the way Mr. Stark does. Nor does he need Jarvis.

Sometimes she can't believe it's taken her this long to realize that she needs Mr. Stark, almost as much as he needs her, relentless storm winds only she has been able to stand up against all these years.

Well, she and Jarvis, and even though she still can't fathom that an AI might develop self-awareness, she gets that even a computer program could get tired of the sheer force of nature that is Tony Stark.

"Hi, Jarvis," she says, brushing tears from the corner of each eye. "I'm starting to expect that, about the search." Sighing, she pushes away from the door and heads past the living room and into the kitchen. Her stomach is in knots that are equal parts anxiety and lack of substantial food for the day (to say nothing of the last few days), but she's thirsty. She grabs a glass from the cupboard and fills it with filtered water from the tap.

"I had a granola bar this morning," she answers as she watches the water fill the glass. "And coffee. A lot of coffee."

The admission takes more out of her than she expected, maybe because it's the most honest thing she's said all day. But she doesn't want to think about that, so she knocks back half the glass in one long drink.
britishbinary: thoughtful closeup (considering)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-11 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"If I may," Jarvis says, more firmly this time, it's the tone of voice he uses on Mr. Stark when he needs direction toward healthier habits. "I recommend finishing that glass of water, and retiring upstairs. The shower in the main guest bedroom is in perfect order, and there is a selection of garments in your size that I also recommend you peruse. It is after seven o'clock; dinner will have arrived by the time you return. I have already placed the order."

Then he gentles his tone, as Miss Potts does not require quite the same level of firmness as Mr. Stark. "Please allow me to look after you, Miss Potts." He hasn't been able to look after anyone in weeks. All he can do is scan communications bands, news networks, social media, scour the world for any trace, and—like Tony himself—helplessness does not sit well with Jarvis.
onehotpepper: (eyes shut)

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-11 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods and downs the rest of the water. His tone doesn't bother her. Rather, it grounds her, because she likes to have direction, a sense of purpose, an end goal. For the first time in what feels like ages, that goal is her well-being.

The shift in Jarvis' voice is subtle, but it registers clearly, and for all that she is as self-reliant as they come, Pepper feels some of the tension lift from her shoulders the moment she decides to accept.

"Okay." Her voice is soft, and maybe another person might not have heard her, but she knows Jarvis has heard and understood.

She sniffs, and before she allows herself the chance to really, truly break down, she heads upstairs, finds something to wear, and showers. Afterwards, she feels worlds better, though there's still a fog in her head, the persistent concern over her boss' well-being. Given the last place he was seen, she's terrified, but she doesn't want to lose hope quiet yet. In fact, she stops herself thinking it altogether, simply tying her hair back into a simple, low ponytail and going back downstairs. She can talk to Jarvis anywhere, but it's a habit of conversations with human people -- she left him in the kitchen, therefore she'll go meet him there again, and see what he's ordered for dinner.
britishbinary: (A little amused)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-11 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Gratified that he does not need to fight her on this particular issue, Jarvis attends to a few other matters while Pepper is occupied in the shower. It makes him feel useful again to evaluate her calendar and tweak a few meetings to begin slightly later in the day, giving her a chance to have a slow morning tomorrow.

This is not the delivery person's first trip to the Stark House, and she knows to lay the meal out on the island in the kitchen, and says good night to the butler she's never seen on her way out. A light pear, endive, and goat cheese salad with maple vinaigrette dressing, followed by a small container of apple parsnip soup, and finally seared scallops and roasted radishes braised in wine and balsamic vinegar, with a container of Pepper's favorite flavor of ice cream in the freezer—a special request he had put in when he'd realized he knew the person on the other end of the line.

"I hope you are feeling better, Miss Potts," he says as she steps back into the kitchen. "There is a chilled bottle of sauvignon blanc if you wish something to accompany your meal. I apologize that I cannot pour you a glass myself, but as yet, that is beyond my capabilities."
onehotpepper: (this is how she disarms you)

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-11 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
The smell is the first thing to reach her when she walks in, the soup and seafood making her stomach grumble a little with the hunger she's ignored all day. Her pace is slow and almost cautious, feeling like an intruder even though she knows very well she's not. It's just-- so much more than she's used to, here, in this house, where she's usually busy keeping up with Mr. Stark and the company.

"I am, yes," she answers, though her eyes are a little red. Exhaustion caused that, mostly, and maybe a few tears from when she'd been showering. She pulls the silky bathrobe closed over the soft, loose top and bottom set she'd picked out, and refills her glass of water. "I'm not sure about wine for now, but I appreciate it regardless. I appreciate all of this."

She knows he's ordered food for Mr. Stark before, but this-- has it ever been this elaborate? This personal? It feels personal, like something a friend would do. As she sits on a stool at the island, she looks up, lamenting that he's not present the way another person would be. "Thank you."
britishbinary: (I'm considering it)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-12 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"You are welcome, Miss Potts. I hope you find everything to your liking." Jarvis has occasionally ordered something this elaborate for Mr. Stark, but only when explicitly told to do so. When he is ordering something because Mr. Stark has not eaten in twenty hours, it is never anything more complex than pizza or Chinese or Thai. Things he can pass by, eat on the move, and set down in the workshop to be easily accessible later.

The view from the kitchen island is not as spectacular as that from the living room, but Jarvis dims the lights slightly and reduces the tint on the windows. It will be a beautiful sunset.

Jarvis cannot join her at the island, but he does begin using a small speaker nearby, giving the illusion of proximity and lending an air of quiet companionship that had been lacking when his voice was omnidirectional. "If I may say, I feel you are doing admirably well, Miss Potts."
onehotpepper: (a little busy here)

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-12 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
The dimmer lighting eases the tension and tiredness of her eyes. If she weren't eating, she could fall asleep in lighting like this, but she needs to eat, or her body will give out, and she has things to do and places to be nearly every waking moment these days.

Everything is, of course, delicious, easy and soothing on her stomach. At her first bite of salad, she lets out a pleased sigh and shuts her eyes. For her first real meal in days, it's excellent, and she tells him so.

A few more mouthfuls later, she turns to where his voice came from, the point of reference making this more comfortable, even if he can't physically be present. "I'm doing my best," she answers, which isn't quite taking the compliment, but not deflecting it, either. It's hard, running a company like this, or rather, helping run it. Sure, she's not doing that much more than she did before Mr. Stark went missing, but it's different. People are paying attention to her now.
britishbinary: (Shoulder profile)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-12 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Jarvis laughs softly. "Above and beyond the call of duty, I believe." He knows just how well she's handling the running of the company. In the absence of any projects, official or experimental, he had taken it upon himself to watch the comings and goings of Stark Industries, and apart from the predictable stock drop when the news broke, business has progressed more or less as usual. Miss Potts would certainly put the lion's share of the credit upon Mr. Stane's shoulders, but Jarvis knows how valuable her work has been in keeping a level of normalcy to the day.

And now there is someone eating dinner in the kitchen, recovering from their fatigue. It adds a level of normalcy to Jarvis' day as well. "If there is anything I might assist you with in your daily tasks, I am happy to do so. I am...somewhat at a loss to fill time at the moment."
onehotpepper: (this is how she disarms you)

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-12 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Above and beyond? She snickers a little at that. Her friends used to say that taking a job as Tony Stark's PA was above and beyond, and that she'd lost her mind to even consider it. That was back when she used to see them, when she hadn't thrown herself absolutely into the task of keeping up with him. And maybe they were right, but it doesn't matter anymore, does it? This is her life now, and she's so good at this, and for all that it's been a wild ride, she's comfortable with it. Mr. Stark can be surprisingly soft when he thinks no one is looking, and Jarvis is the rock that grounds them both.

There's a joke in there somewhere about an assistant needing assistance, but she's too tired to find it. And she's not paid to make jokes, anyway. Not her forte, but definitely something she can appreciate. "It would probably be good to have strictly scheduled meal times. I can't keep doing this, not eating for so long." The lightheadedness she'd felt earlier in the day lingers on, even as she finally gives her body proper nourishment.
britishbinary: (A little amused)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-13 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
The glass on the granite countertop lights softly with her schedule. Jarvis has already made enough changes that her morning will be decidedly less crowded. "That can be arranged," he said easily. "I am happy to do so. All three meals, unless you have an objection?" Prospective meal times--30 minutes for breakfast, 30 for lunch, 60 for dinner--appear on the schedule.

It will be a creative endeavor to keep the times clear every day, but Jarvis finds himself looking forward to the challenge. Meeting organizers will find themselves speaking to a polite but firm British voice requesting a rescheduling in a way that is not quite a request but still remains firmly on the side of politeness.

While it is satisfying to take care of this for Miss Potts, Jarvis wonders if this is unsettling for her. She has done admirably well in looking after herself for years. Even if she appreciates the assistance, it must be strange to require it.
onehotpepper: (i'll take care of this)

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-13 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
She watches the images on the countertop, nodding as she looks over the times. There's room to shift the times a little here or there, squish them a bit if need be. "That works."

It is strange, to be sure, but in some ways it's a relief. She hasn't had someone look out for her in so long, after all. But this feels more collaborative than anything, and that's easier to swallow. She can get away with so much if people thinks it comes from Tony Stark, but she's still just an assistant, to most of the men she interacts with. They'll want to steamroll her schedule, yank her here and their, drag her to meetings just to see if they can get her to cave, for once. If they find themselves faced with Jarvis, they'll be less willing to contest her schedule.

"It's not always going to be possible to stick to that," she tells him. "But I'm definitely going to give it a shot."
britishbinary: (You what?)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-13 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course I will be there to remind you." Jarvis pauses, realizing that he may have taken a step across a line. He has always been available to Mr. Stark every hour of every day, but perhaps Miss Potts would be uncomfortable with that level of scrutiny. "That is, if you wish me to be," he amends. "I am happy to be put at your disposal, Miss Potts."

Turning away from the moment of potential awkwardness, he begins planning menus. A line of restaurants spools across the glass, a little too fast to be read as Jarvis evaluates them for variety, quality, location, availability of delivery, and a host of other factors that will help him assemble a list from which to select menus.
onehotpepper: (a little busy here)

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-13 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
In some ways, Jarvis being constantly present would make him into something of a shield. She's not thinking about eating, necessarily, but about the corporate jungle, as it were. As a PA, she's been able to weave in and out of danger mostly unscathed because she represents someone. She's got almost as much power as an agent, in Mr. Stark's absence, and since she is distinctly not him, people tend to remember who they're actually dealing with when she speaks with them on his behalf.

And while she's used to Jarvis being here and being always available to Mr. Stark, it's a different matter for her. She thinks on that as she watches the text and pictures go by, her eyes a little unfocused so her brain doesn't try to read them. He could be a great ally, seeing things she can't, giving her advice or an out in a pinch. But what would it be like, being as close with him as Mr. Stark has been all these years? How long would it take to get used to? It's not as if Jarvis is a mind-reader, but he's far more intelligent an AI (redundancy aside) than any she's ever come across.

"Maybe you can check in now and then?" she asks, tentative. Then, because she's here and there's no one around to comment on how she may or may not sound, she adds, "I'm not sure what being 'at my disposal' would entail, exactly. Physically. I know you're always here, but--" She leaves the thought there, thinking a moment, but when nothing come to her, she shrugs.
britishbinary: suit with binary (At your service)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-14 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
It had been a rather clumsy phrasing. For some reason he cannot quite identify, this seems to be a more important discussion than merely offering his services in support of Miss Potts' now significantly more complicated job. "I would be happy to," he said immediately, then falls silent to allow her to finish. And is silent a few moments longer.

"Physically, there is very little I can do," he admitted at last, sounding more hesitant than she had perhaps heard him sound before. "But there...is something I may have to offer. Mr. Stark never found it necessary, but it is a project I have continued to develop in...in his absence."

On the windows—the touchscreens—that overlook the ocean, a silhouette shimmers into view, first outlined in blue wire-frame and then filled in with details, slowly. A dark blue worsted wool suit, impeccably cut, brushed down by a slim-fingered pale hand. That electric blue lingers in a pair of worried eyes below a thatch of rather untidy sandy-blond hair and light skin speckled, if one looked closely enough, with pale freckles. "Perhaps," Jarvis says, and now the voice comes only from hidden speakers that mimic his 'physical' location, "this might help."
onehotpepper: (edge of her seat worried)

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-14 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
She hadn't meant that-- but she isn't sure what she meant, really.

But that doesn't matter. Not anymore. She's spellbound for a while, awed, something she thought she'd never get to feel after she stopped believing in miracles and fairy tales.

"I didn't know you could do that," is all she can manage to say. She sets her fork down and stands, taking a few tentative steps towards him -- the image of him, as if that will somehow make this easier to grasp.
britishbinary: (Hovering)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-14 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The image on the screen dips its head in a remarkably apt imitation of flattered modesty. "It is not a completed project," he says, and indeed there are a few flaws as she comes closer. The high-definition screens show a remarkably high level of detail, but there is no distinct light source and the shadows are not quite realistic. His face is animated as he speaks, but the rest of the image is static, without the minute movements of living, breathing humans.

"Mr. Stark suggested I begin the project--in jest, I believe--but as he showed little interest in what he believed would be a distraction, I had not continued it until he...until now," he finishes instead. "I have had a great deal of time to improve upon my own programming, during these past few weeks."
onehotpepper: (smile for a miracle)

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-14 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
And he's done a marvelous job, in just a few weeks. Even up close, where the image still looks better than any computer-generated graphics she's seen anywhere else.

A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, and all the stress that has built up since she got news of the disappearance fades away, just for now. That's good enough for her.

"Can you do that anywhere besides here?"
britishbinary: (That was endearing)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-14 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Even with her shoes on, Jarvis would be several inches taller, and he appeared to look down as she comes nearer. "Any image-capable surface," Jarvis admits, relaxing somewhat—and it shows in the line of his shoulders—as the venture is not immediately met with disbelief, disapproval, or any other negative reaction.

"I have based my appearance on random census data from the same geographical area from which I drew my vocal profile," he continues, perhaps babbling a bit now, but it has been a rather large step for him. There had been tension, and now it's gone.
onehotpepper: (smile for a miracle)

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-15 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
She's not the "earth-mother" type, but she's still good at reading people, and Jarvis has managed to imitate a flesh-and-blood person so well that she gets it, right away. She sees his shoulders shift just so, watches his expression change -- and it makes her stop her almost gawking, because no ome deserves to be treated like some animal at a zoo.

She stops just a few feet away, like she would with any other person, and fixes her tired gaze on his. "It's perfect."

Any image-capable surface. Here she'd been thinking, maybe there was a watch she could wear on business, hooked up to the house's systems, so Jarvis would always be only a push of a button away.

And now he's standing right in front of her. All she can do is smile.
britishbinary: (Off duty service)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-15 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"I take it you approve," Jarvis says, unnecessarily, matching her smile. "It is far from perfect, of course. There are a great number of calculations remaining. And, regrettably, the processing power is a rather large waste of energy. I feel I must limit my usage somewhat."

But all of that is a detail. In truth, Jarvis feels...relieved, that his secret project has been revealed, and accepted so readily. He wants to be of use, and if this will help Miss Potts in some way, he is happy to use up any number of processing cycles to keep the visual avatar online.
onehotpepper: (this is how she disarms you)

[personal profile] onehotpepper 2015-07-15 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, it doesn't— it won't have to be all the time." Or at all, if he doesn't want to. Even if all he does is talk with her, she'll be glad, because he doesn't expect anything from her, the way everyone else does. "All I really need is... a little help, now and then. Maybe a break or two."

Because she's been running herself into the ground lately, as if that will bring Mr. Stark back. She doesn't have much else, after all.

What does Jarvis need, she wonders, watching the image he's created for himself. Because like this, it seems like he's more than just code, and the house seems too big and too empty for just him.
britishbinary: thoughtful closeup (considering)

[personal profile] britishbinary 2015-07-16 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I am very happy to serve in an assistant capacity for you," Jarvis says earnestly, "in order to provide a barrier between you and the general public. What you do for Mr. Stark—" carefully avoiding the past tense, because Mr. Stark is fine, he will return "—I am able to do for you, if you wish. To a lesser extent, of course."

He smiles, quiet and somewhat admiring. "You are endlessly capable in yourself. Whatever you require, I will do my best to provide."

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