And Then There's That (Open)

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"HA!" Vivienne shouted and grinned a cocky grin at the television. She adjusted her lazy and somewhat awkward lounging position on the couch and popped her gum.

"Get some, bitch," she boasted as she tilted the controller in her hand and watched her soldier vanish in a hard zoom into his sniper scope. She moved the crosshairs a bit to the left and was silent for a moment as she shot her target right between the eyes. As his head flew backwards, unrealistically remaining in tact but throwing his body limply to the side. She grinned broadly at the sound of frustrated disappointment from the side of her headset that had an earpiece.

"Don' mess wit the best," she chuckled as she made her way quickly out of the room she'd sniped from, leaving a proximity explosive just behind the door and hiding in an adjacent room. She switched her sniper rifle for a pistol and waited for someone to come looking for her.

In the real world she was sitting in the rec room, blowing bubbles with her gum in a pair of jeans that used to be fitted, now were snug at the waist and hips but the denim had thinned comfortably and loosened from wear, the hems of which were frayed beyond repair and a tank top under a shirt that could have comfortably fit Mr. Rasputin without being too tight and was currently falling off of one of Viv's shoulders so far it was almost at her elbow.

She popped her gum one more time and moved her avatar to look out the window to its left.

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"Good evening, sir. Shall I resume your last play session?" The computerized, but eloquent voice of JARVIS said as Tony Stark, Jr. entered into his laboratory in the basement of the Stark Mansion in Malibu, California.

"You know it." TJ said, as he collapsed into his large, comfortable - and custom built - gaming chair. The twin screens in front of him turned on, with his Xbox 360 on the right and JARVIS' internet interface on the left. He slid his headset on and booted up Call of Duty.

"Don' mess wit the best!" He raised his brow as the voice of Vivienne LeBeau resounded in his ear.

He laughed. "Viv, you really need to relax. It's just a game." TJ picked up his custom built and outfitted wireless controller and entered into the match that Viv was currently playing.

"JARVIS, dim lights and start iTunes playback." The lights immediately dimmed and his music erupted from the speakers situated in the circle around him. The lab was soundproof, so he didn't have to worry about waking up Mom or Dad, though it wasn't like Dad was sleeping anyway. He was probably in his own lab, tinkering with his armor.

TJ guided his avatar behind some crates and took up a sniper position, waiting patiently. Soon, a lab assistant robot wheeled up, holding out TJ's favorite dinner - a brick oven baked buffalo chicken pizza. He took a piece and began to eat, then smiled as Viv's soldier ran across his screen.

"Hello, Viv." He said as he aimed his crosshairs. "Meet sniper rifle." He then pulled the trigger and sent a bullet flying towards the doomed soldier avatar.

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Vivienne glanced up at the corner of her screen as the familiar gamertag appeared online. T.J. was online. She heard his voice in her ear soon enough telling her to relax.

"I'm plenty relaxed, T, ain't nothin t'be unrelaxed 'bout when you're kickin' a-" Vivi sat bolt upright al of a sudden as she head him mutter something about a sniper rifle. Too late. "SON OF A BITCH!" She hadn't even noticed him join the game properly but as she moved across the window and watched her soldier take a direct headshot she knew it was him. To be fair, she would have known it was him even if he hadn't quietly announced it as he fired. It was all confirmed by the killcam.

"Damnit, T. I'mma get you back for that. You fucked up my killstreak." She wasn't actually as angry as all that, but it was worth threatening her friend over the comm. She could just imagine him with all his custom shit all comfy with JARVIS attending to his every need. She sometimes wondered if JARVIS even auto targeted for him in Call of Duty. Cheating rich ass. Whatever, she'd kick his ass with or without Jarvis.

She waited to respawn and took a quick inventory of what she had. Rocket Launcher? Ha. So done. She pulled out mini machine gun in the meantime and stalked around, wondering if he'd been smart enough to move from the spot he'd sniped her from. Yeah, stupid little genius boy. But he probably didn't get far, so she'd start there.

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