[Once her eyes are shut Tony types in the passcode and opens the door. Then it's just a matter of putting his hands on her shoulders from behind and lightly steering her into the room, the air becoming crisper with a smell she's doubtless very familiar with.]
The owner...of this hall is a bit of a collector. Has a big thing for the Enlightenment. As such... This is where I go when you're not answering my calls. You can look now.
[And when she does she'll find they're in an atmosphere controlled room, a display on the wall listing humidity, composition and so forth. But it's not just any room. It's a library with books of obvious age spanning the shelves. Some might be immediately familiar to her —the writings of Galileo will perhaps stick out— while others such as translations of Al-Kindi's treatises might be a little less. On one wall there are even scrolls of papyrus and a clay tablet or two. By the door is a table with a box of vinyl gloves, magnifying glasses, tweezers and whatever else one might need for working with such ancient texts.]
You call me Beast and that's going right on my Facebook wall. I don't have the hair for it, complete lies and slander. [Is what he says whenever she does look his way. Jokes completely mask he did a nice thing. But—] So how do you like it? Something of a...stimulating evening?
[If she doesn't stop him he'll reach up and tuck an escaping strand of hair behind her ear, more of an absentminded thing than anything plotted. It's been a good night. Not what he was expecting, but... They've had fun.]
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The owner...of this hall is a bit of a collector. Has a big thing for the Enlightenment. As such... This is where I go when you're not answering my calls. You can look now.
[And when she does she'll find they're in an atmosphere controlled room, a display on the wall listing humidity, composition and so forth. But it's not just any room. It's a library with books of obvious age spanning the shelves. Some might be immediately familiar to her —the writings of Galileo will perhaps stick out— while others such as translations of Al-Kindi's treatises might be a little less. On one wall there are even scrolls of papyrus and a clay tablet or two. By the door is a table with a box of vinyl gloves, magnifying glasses, tweezers and whatever else one might need for working with such ancient texts.]
You call me Beast and that's going right on my Facebook wall. I don't have the hair for it, complete lies and slander. [Is what he says whenever she does look his way. Jokes completely mask he did a nice thing. But—] So how do you like it? Something of a...stimulating evening?
[If she doesn't stop him he'll reach up and tuck an escaping strand of hair behind her ear, more of an absentminded thing than anything plotted. It's been a good night. Not what he was expecting, but... They've had fun.]