3rd Floor Common Room, Friday evening

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

With the 'lab' in the slow process of being set up during his plentiful free time, Tony was left with a lot of work to be done. Mainly being writing far too much code for his potential security programs.

And the suit.

And, thanks to Ender, breaking into satellites. This place was going to be a great influence on him! Really, it was.

So, to keep from driving his roommate insane with incessant typing, he was in the common room for this part of the work.

[[Open, of course]]

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[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Alexander wasn't sure if he was really peckish for something to nibble on, or if he was just feeling anxious and bored, but, either way, he was drifting into the common room in search for perhaps an apple or maybe a banana. Because he was a dork who snacked on fruit, and was bored on a Friday night.

He offered a simple, "Hello," and a nod to the boy sitting on the couch, followed by a, "Shall I get you anything from the fridge while I'm over there?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Tony replied, not looking up from his work. Because someone was offering and it would be rude to say no.

Plus? Hungry.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"....anything in particular?" asked Alexander, with a slight arch of his eyebrow. He could certainly see that the boy was busy with whatever he was working on, but he didn't know if he'd be so quick to trust someone to just surprise him.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony paused for a moment, fingers freezing over the keys as he thought it over. "Is there any pizza?"

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"There usually is," Alexander nodded, and opened the fridge for a closer look. "A-ha! Indeed, there is a box right here, although it appears to have...Cheetos on it?"

How did that even get down here?

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"That sounds pretty good, actually."

DAMN YOU, ARIEL.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Alexander shrugged, and then asked the really important question. "Hot or cold?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Cold." Tony had to give him a look as though the very question was confusing. "Leftover pizza has to be cold or else it's gross."

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"I can't claim to be much of an expert either way," Alexander admitted, finding a flat and putting a few pieces on it before bringing it over to the couch. "Anything to drink?"

Funny how one just fell into old habits...

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce... didn't have anything he was coming from or going to, for once. He just needed a break from a lot of the reading he'd been doing for the past day, so he was checking the common rooms for signs of life.

"Good evening," he said, stepping into the common room. When he noticed the typing, he had to ask, "Is that work or play?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"A little of both," Tony replied, glancing up at the slightly more familiar voice. "They're kinda the same now."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"A new Stark project, then?" Bruce asked. "What is it?"

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Ah, a security system." That was nice and legal. "For communications software."

Leeeegal.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"For use internally or is it a commercial product?" Bruce asked out of simple curiosity.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"Internally." A beat. "I can't actually sell anything until I own the company again."

Because there was no way in hell he was giving Stane control over more of his inventions.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Intellectual property rights," Bruce said. "But your IP doesn't immediately transfer to the company as long as you don't try to sell it? That could be worse."

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony shrugged. "My dad was the one who handled all of that."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"He was a good businessman," Bruce said. "It definitely sounds like he knew what he was doing."

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"Good evening, Bruce," Alexander greeted the other young man with a nod. "How have you been?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Very good," Bruce said. "I've been meaning to check in with you, Alexander. The belt you made me came in very handy a few weeks back."

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"Did it?" Alexander asked, a pleased smile on his face despite himself. "May I ask in which way? I'm glad to hear it, too, as it's become a bit of a staple for me to make them."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"When we had the labyrinth pop up, I was in one of the groups that went into it," Bruce said. "I was able to keep a lot of supplies in there that ended up being useful."

By which he meant it gave him a bunch of weapons with which to attack a big robot.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Details.

"Then I am glad to have helped, even if quite indirectly. It's also good to know that the intent for the belt is able to become quite the reality."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"You said that it's becoming a staple for you?" Bruce asked. "How many others have you made?"

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"Three that other people actually have," Alexander admitted. "But I've been working on quite a few of them. Practice, after all, is the only way to ensure that your skills remain honed and effective."

That, and he had a habit of passing the hours through crafts. They were some of the few things Manannan allowed him to do, other than sitting in his room and watching the paint dry or spiders spin webs.