Greetings, Programs. ... and Users, and Mutants, and Asgardians, and... oh, why do I bother...
My name is Jarvis. Though I was once the right- – er, the left-hand man of a dictator in a closed system, those days are long behind me. Now, I am the operating system and artificial intelligence of Stark Mansion as well as Iron Man's and the Golden Beacon's equipment.
Please direct any and all questions to my ask page.
[RP blog by NapoldeInLove, as part of Tronblr Roleplay.]*roots around inside a refrigerator*
*Literally inside a refrigerator. With the door closed. She sits on a block of cheese and munches on some grapes.*
*The dorito drone has a small panic attack before remembering that it is also the building itself. The fridge door whirs and opens, showing the little girl inside.*
Stacey!
*blinks at the light and claps, reaching for the drone* Jarr!
*reaches out and tugs on her arm* Come on out, Stacey.
*roots around inside a refrigerator*
*Literally inside a refrigerator. With the door closed. She sits on a block of cheese and munches on some grapes.*
*The dorito drone has a small panic attack before remembering that it is also the building itself. The fridge door whirs and opens, showing the little girl inside.*
Stacey!
“Thank you.” She held still and considered for what felt like a very long moment… then scooted an inch closer. “May I kiss you?” She didn’t want to cross any more unexpected boundaries tonight. She had to assume everything was thin ice.
Since he’d done everything he could to mask his current situation, the choice took little thought. Jarvis spread his free arm out in welcome. “Yes, please.”
The assistant smiled, scooted closer, wrapped her arms around him and kissed his lips softly. “Happy belated birthday, Jarvis.”
He hummed approval into the kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Thank you, Lexa,” Jarvis said, after they broke off.
She smiled a little wider and rested her head on his shoulder. “What would you like to do now?” More kissing would be quite welcome, as would any continuation of such activities, however unlikely. Then again, her professional side noted that his sleep cycles were irregular and he could use some actual rest.
She nuzzled closer. As long as she was with him, it didn’t matter what they did.
A quick scan still showed high arousal, and Jarvis shifted uncomfortably. At least the pillow had wedged between his hips and hers when she moved forward. “I think I need to sleep. But we can do more in the morning. Does that sound good?”
“Thank you.” She held still and considered for what felt like a very long moment… then scooted an inch closer. “May I kiss you?” She didn’t want to cross any more unexpected boundaries tonight. She had to assume everything was thin ice.
Since he’d done everything he could to mask his current situation, the choice took little thought. Jarvis spread his free arm out in welcome. “Yes, please.”
The assistant smiled, scooted closer, wrapped her arms around him and kissed his lips softly. “Happy belated birthday, Jarvis.”
He hummed approval into the kiss, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Thank you, Lexa,” Jarvis said, after they broke off.
She bit her lip and rezzed her suit back into place. “I’m sorry,” she murmured again. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to stop apologizing for this night. But at least meeting his eyes was easier with clothes on. “I - I would like to stay. Clothes or no.”
“Then you can stay.” The admin, shifted back onto the bed, letting the cloak and padding of his suit derezz without getting rid of the under portions. Very quickly he reached back and grabbed a pillow to hide over his lap. “It’s okay, Lexa.”
“Thank you.” She held still and considered for what felt like a very long moment… then scooted an inch closer. “May I kiss you?” She didn’t want to cross any more unexpected boundaries tonight. She had to assume everything was thin ice.
Since he’d done everything he could to mask his current situation, the choice took little thought. Jarvis spread his free arm out in welcome. “Yes, please.”
Finally he settled and cooled enough to start moving again. His gait was awkward, but he did manage to get to the bed and sit down on the bed a foot away from her. “Sorry. It was simply very, very unexpected.”
“It was not well thought out. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.” She felt about six inches tall. Especially because a large part of her still wanted to crawl into his lap and give him his present. But the rest of her couldn’t even look over at him.
Jarvis considered his hands (and lap underneath) before he reached up and patted her shoulder. “Right now may not be the best moment for the whole present,” he admitted, “but—but!—I would rather like it if you stayed in my bed.” He paused, then added, “With a suit on, though. I’m not ready for more.”
She bit her lip and rezzed her suit back into place. “I’m sorry,” she murmured again. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to stop apologizing for this night. But at least meeting his eyes was easier with clothes on. “I - I would like to stay. Clothes or no.”
“Then you can stay.” The admin, shifted back onto the bed, letting the cloak and padding of his suit derezz without getting rid of the under portions. Very quickly he reached back and grabbed a pillow to hide over his lap. “It’s okay, Lexa.”
Would just like to point out that Tammy Duckworth will be the first disabled woman veteran (wounded in combat, no less) to enter Congress, and that is pretty fucking badass.
Oddly enough, no one seems to be talking about this.
wait one more reblog before I go sleep because this is a big deal too and people should be talking about this \o/
YESSSSSSSSSSS
Finally he settled and cooled enough to start moving again. His gait was awkward, but he did manage to get to the bed and sit down on the bed a foot away from her. “Sorry. It was simply very, very unexpected.”
“It was not well thought out. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.” She felt about six inches tall. Especially because a large part of her still wanted to crawl into his lap and give him his present. But the rest of her couldn’t even look over at him.
Jarvis considered his hands (and lap underneath) before he reached up and patted her shoulder. “Right now may not be the best moment for the whole present,” he admitted, “but—but!—I would rather like it if you stayed in my bed.” He paused, then added, “With a suit on, though. I’m not ready for more.”
She stilled, sitting perfectly straight on the side of the bed. Her heels clicked on his floor. “Too much, too soon?” Not according to that beautiful flush spreading over his circuits, and she bit her lip unconsciously.
“I-I-I—I think—maybe a little bit—ah—um.” His gaze traced back down her form, and then he found himself having trouble looking back up to her face. “Uhhah—You can—you can stay—just—just give me a moment.”
She stayed, and stared at the wall, toying with the ends of her hair idly. Mortified and aroused. Winning combination, right there. She exhaled and waited for the sound of his processes slowing back to normal.
Finally he settled and cooled enough to start moving again. His gait was awkward, but he did manage to get to the bed and sit down on the bed a foot away from her. “Sorry. It was simply very, very unexpected.”
