[ The view the console’s camera provides is a dull one. There’s the opposite wall, white and unadorned. There’s the upper most part of a chair, some red fabric draped across the top. But there’s not much else in view. Certainly no Tony Stark, though since the console has been activated, it’s obvious that someone has to have turned it on.
There are no sounds filtering in from any other part of the apartment. No glimpses of movement from the edges of the video feed.
Nothing at all to hint that Tony stood up, turned the console on, promptly lost his balance, and is now lying on the floor between it and the chair. Dazed. Thoroughly drunk. And without a clear memory that he turned the thing on in the first place.
But the console is on. And it's still recording a vast lot of nothing. ]
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There are no sounds filtering in from any other part of the apartment. No glimpses of movement from the edges of the video feed.
Nothing at all to hint that Tony stood up, turned the console on, promptly lost his balance, and is now lying on the floor between it and the chair. Dazed. Thoroughly drunk. And without a clear memory that he turned the thing on in the first place.
But the console is on. And it's still recording a vast lot of nothing. ]