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[fahye]

*looks at to-do list*

Oh, right, now my brain decides it wants to tell stories.

The day the availability of my writing ability lines up with the availability of my free time, I will throw a fucking parade.

Hmph.

The first ten people to leave drabble requests may get something written for them when I've listened to these lecture recordings and typed up notes. Fandoms I'm currently feeling creatively inclined towards are Bones, Avatar, Naruto and...probably Iron Man. You could try me with Doctor Who/Torchwood or BSG, but I'm massively behind on all of them. Or you could just throw a random prompt up there and then bat your eyes hopefully -- you know me, I'm not very good at turning down challenges.

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"Mr Stark is in Papua New Guinea," Jarvis says in that voice that reminds him of glass: thin, polished skyscraper panes tinted with privacy. "He should be back within the hour."

All things considered, Rhodes quite likes Jarvis; it's good to know that Tony has someone to talk to in the midst of his creative trances. Between the AI and Pepper, there's no chance that Tony will slip into his student habits of developing vitamin deficiencies and severe sleep deprivation in the name of perfecting a new design. (Although Rhodes has noticed that since -- well, since, you know -- Tony has been different about food, more appreciative, both in extravagant and subtle ways.)

But Rhodes stills gets a bit creeped out by the fact that the house has a personality. It's all very well that the lights turn on when he steps into the bathroom, and clean hand towels slide out from a hidden drawer, but when you get right down to it, it still means that someone is watching him piss.

And that's just not cool.

"Are you in contact with Tony? Right now?"

"I have been uploaded to the suit helmet," Jarvis says. "I am always in contact."

"Tell him his fridge is full of shitty beer."

A pause.

"Mr Stark has asked me to inform you that he's a little busy right now, and also that it is your fault for coming around so often and drinking all the good stuff."

Rhodes laughs and nabs a bottle of something that's mediocre, but at least cold. When he wanders out of the kitchen his eye is caught by something in the corner of one of Tony's workspaces, a hologram design of -- "Hey, new prototype?"

It blinks out of existence.

"Oh, come on." He also doesn't like never knowing where to look. "Let me see."

"Apologies. That is a personal project of Mr Stark's. No visual access allowed."

"Come on." He takes a swig of the beer, locates an armchair, and tries not to think about the fact that he is wheedling an AI. "I'll -- I don't know, what do things like you want? -- I'll get Tony to design you a friend! Maybe one with Jessica Alba's voice. How's that."

"No visual access allowed."

"Yeah, I figured."

"Out of curiosity," says the glass-voice, after a moment, "did you actually think that would work?"

Rhodes grins, leans back in his chair, and props his boots up on one of Tony's obscenely expensive tables.

"Nah," he says. "I've always kind of thought you were gay."

[nextian.livejournal.com]

... FAHYE. YOU ARE NOT SHITTY AT RHODEY. YOU ARE THE OPPOSITE OF SHITTY AT RHODEY. OMG *LOVES THIS. LOVES YOU. ALSO LOVES ALL OF THE OTHER DRABBLES BUT IS AN ADDICT OKAY*

[fahye.livejournal.com]

NO SEE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LONG THAT TOOK ME TO WRITE.

I need to see the film again to get my character voices straight, but I have no money. I wonder if I could somehow force the DVD to be released earlier with the POWER OF MY MIND.

[deathcomes4u.livejournal.com]

Haha, omg this was awesome. Thank you for sharing. Tres cute and amusing. Great job on Rhodes and Jarvis. Loved it.

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Thank you!