Dear Subconcious: Thanks
Aug. 17th, 2012 09:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI dreamed a perfectly worky AU where Tony was an artist who made occasionally sentient sculpture robots, but sold the mess he made while making them. Like, he'd keep Dummy and sell a sheet full of grease and dust and scraps artistically arranged called 'Creation v 1.0' or something. Or he'd do some complete piss take of modern art - including literal piss - and then sell it for tons of money. Bad boy modern artist dude.
Lived in a hotel. Owned it. Sort of artist in residence.
Happy was the guy who drove that complimentary hotel bus to the station and back. All day. Every day.
... I've never thought about it before but I do not envy that guy that job.
I dreamed I had a degree in Art History. You know how every hotel room you've ever been in had one single soulless piece of art stuck somewhere you couldn't help but stare at as you tried to get to sleep? I bought those. And sold them. In bulk. And when explaining this I hung my head and siiiiiiiighed. But! Sometimes Tony would make something awesome we could sell, so we were never actually short of cash. One of his non sentient kinetic sculptures could go for upwards of half a million. And the hotel we lived in? Had a sculpture garden. Or possibly a robo family. All the spare soul sucked out of all those hotel rooms clearly ended up right here. ;-)
And that's a perfectly worky role for Pepper in an AU. Including the crush on the boss but not sleeping with him because hello, knows him. And Tony in a hotel? Is Tony with a neverending supply of... all kinds of everyone.
*sighs some more*
So I dreamed we were hosting a wedding, and it was a bit of a nightmare, there were three people with osteogenesis imperfecta using all the accessible rooms even before we housed people's aged parents, and then there was one guy with ten children, and how do you find rooms for ten children? They have to have no balconies and not be too near or too far from an exit and also be all next to each other and somehow let him keep an eye on everyone. Hopefully he brought those baby monitors with cameras. Or possibly the hotel should buy some. So we were sorting out this very busy very joyful bustling occasion... and half the wedding party were people from my high school class.
It was like sudden unexpected high school reunion with nobody you would have invited, just the popular kids.
Night. Mare.
The guy I had a crush on in high school was there. Everyone pointed out that the guy I had a crush on from high school was there. Everyone had known that. He was captain of all the sports teams and I was... not. But then when I saw the guy I had a crush on in high school? He was just kind of a guy. The usual horrible sinking embarrassment and stomach flipping OMG crush guy feelings were twenty years in the past (which is the only good thing about birthdays, every one gets you further away from high school). So he was just this guy, and we had nothing in common, and I was kind of really surprised to find I was okay with that.
And then Tony heard the guy I had a crush on in high school was there and tried chatting him up.
Which worked.
Which clearly explains why nothing ever happened with crush guy in high school.
Dear Subconscious: Thanks! I... pretty much mean that this time? With added *facepalm*.
(Dear Crush Guy from High School (because you never know, this is the internet): Sorry? But hey, Tony Stark!)
Thinking of this as an AU is leading to weird crashes of realities about blond artists called Steve.
I don't think I'll be writing this AU, too weird.
Lived in a hotel. Owned it. Sort of artist in residence.
Happy was the guy who drove that complimentary hotel bus to the station and back. All day. Every day.
... I've never thought about it before but I do not envy that guy that job.
I dreamed I had a degree in Art History. You know how every hotel room you've ever been in had one single soulless piece of art stuck somewhere you couldn't help but stare at as you tried to get to sleep? I bought those. And sold them. In bulk. And when explaining this I hung my head and siiiiiiiighed. But! Sometimes Tony would make something awesome we could sell, so we were never actually short of cash. One of his non sentient kinetic sculptures could go for upwards of half a million. And the hotel we lived in? Had a sculpture garden. Or possibly a robo family. All the spare soul sucked out of all those hotel rooms clearly ended up right here. ;-)
And that's a perfectly worky role for Pepper in an AU. Including the crush on the boss but not sleeping with him because hello, knows him. And Tony in a hotel? Is Tony with a neverending supply of... all kinds of everyone.
*sighs some more*
So I dreamed we were hosting a wedding, and it was a bit of a nightmare, there were three people with osteogenesis imperfecta using all the accessible rooms even before we housed people's aged parents, and then there was one guy with ten children, and how do you find rooms for ten children? They have to have no balconies and not be too near or too far from an exit and also be all next to each other and somehow let him keep an eye on everyone. Hopefully he brought those baby monitors with cameras. Or possibly the hotel should buy some. So we were sorting out this very busy very joyful bustling occasion... and half the wedding party were people from my high school class.
It was like sudden unexpected high school reunion with nobody you would have invited, just the popular kids.
Night. Mare.
The guy I had a crush on in high school was there. Everyone pointed out that the guy I had a crush on from high school was there. Everyone had known that. He was captain of all the sports teams and I was... not. But then when I saw the guy I had a crush on in high school? He was just kind of a guy. The usual horrible sinking embarrassment and stomach flipping OMG crush guy feelings were twenty years in the past (which is the only good thing about birthdays, every one gets you further away from high school). So he was just this guy, and we had nothing in common, and I was kind of really surprised to find I was okay with that.
And then Tony heard the guy I had a crush on in high school was there and tried chatting him up.
Which worked.
Which clearly explains why nothing ever happened with crush guy in high school.
Dear Subconscious: Thanks! I... pretty much mean that this time? With added *facepalm*.
(Dear Crush Guy from High School (because you never know, this is the internet): Sorry? But hey, Tony Stark!)
Thinking of this as an AU is leading to weird crashes of realities about blond artists called Steve.
I don't think I'll be writing this AU, too weird.