Items/Weapons: Pepper will be arriving in the outfit she was wearing at the end of Iron Man 3 (a sports bra and Capri yoga leggings) and the repulser arm that she ripped off of the Mark VII.
Sample Entry: [As soon as the voice function turns on Pepper's voice speaks. It sounds forced calm, but stable and professional; as if she's used to making announcements.] My name is Pepper Potts. I'm going to forgo what are probably the traditional questions about how I got here in lieu of something more important. I'm looking for a man named Tony Stark, [A short pause.] or someone familiar with DNA recoding. It's very important that I find one, or both as soon as possible.
[There's a small pause as if Pepper is pondering saying more before she adds:]
I'd also appreciate it if someone could point me in the direction of somewhere I could get a warm shower.
Sample Entry Two: The first thing that Pepper did with her phone was to look through the thing. She saw the pictures; most of them not meaning much to her, but a few jump out. She recognized them from the coverage of the battle for New York. Thor and Captain America. It's a safe bet that one of them can tell her what's going on here. Her lips pressed together tightly as she noted a lack of Tony's picture there. She still hadn't had time to determine if that was a good thing or a bad thing. All she knew was that she needed him; or some kind of genius who can fix what Killian had done to her. She didn't know much about Extremis, but she knew from the snippets of conversation she heard that the serum was unstable. Now that instability was flowing through her and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Not without help at least. Tony had said that he could fix her, but Tony wasn't here. She'd have to find a way to get through this on her own.
The frown lines pressed deeper into her cheeks as she finished her preliminary search through the phone. There really wasn't much history in the thing for her to use to acclimate herself to this place with. Mostly people seemed to be fending for themselves and making tongue in cheek comments about it. She had managed to glean that it was called Haven; but how she got there was still a complete mystery. She frowned at the lack of a text function. How people were meant to record things and organize themselves around here seemed to be another mystery. Or maybe not; maybe the governing body or whatever passed for it was trying to control the information flow. Maybe they just didn't want anyone to record anything or be organized. The thought sat badly with her.
In any event it didn't much matter what sat with her, she would have to present her ash covered unkempt self to the world if she wanted information. It was another thing that didn't sit well with her. She was a woman of presentation and presenting someone who was less then well put together wasn't something she wanted to allow. She did her best to rub the ash from her face and neck and pulled back her hair, combing her fingers through it to smooth it as best she could. She didn't have any make up, but she'd have to make do without. Finally, she closed her eyes and took several stabilizing breaths before turning on the voice function on the phone.
“Good afternoon, my name is Pepper Potts and I'm looking for someone familiar with DNA recoding.”
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Sample Entry: [As soon as the voice function turns on Pepper's voice speaks. It sounds forced calm, but stable and professional; as if she's used to making announcements.]
My name is Pepper Potts. I'm going to forgo what are probably the traditional questions about how I got here in lieu of something more important. I'm looking for a man named Tony Stark, [A short pause.] or someone familiar with DNA recoding. It's very important that I find one, or both as soon as possible.
[There's a small pause as if Pepper is pondering saying more before she adds:]
I'd also appreciate it if someone could point me in the direction of somewhere I could get a warm shower.
Sample Entry Two: The first thing that Pepper did with her phone was to look through the thing. She saw the pictures; most of them not meaning much to her, but a few jump out. She recognized them from the coverage of the battle for New York. Thor and Captain America. It's a safe bet that one of them can tell her what's going on here. Her lips pressed together tightly as she noted a lack of Tony's picture there. She still hadn't had time to determine if that was a good thing or a bad thing. All she knew was that she needed him; or some kind of genius who can fix what Killian had done to her. She didn't know much about Extremis, but she knew from the snippets of conversation she heard that the serum was unstable. Now that instability was flowing through her and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Not without help at least. Tony had said that he could fix her, but Tony wasn't here. She'd have to find a way to get through this on her own.
The frown lines pressed deeper into her cheeks as she finished her preliminary search through the phone. There really wasn't much history in the thing for her to use to acclimate herself to this place with. Mostly people seemed to be fending for themselves and making tongue in cheek comments about it. She had managed to glean that it was called Haven; but how she got there was still a complete mystery. She frowned at the lack of a text function. How people were meant to record things and organize themselves around here seemed to be another mystery. Or maybe not; maybe the governing body or whatever passed for it was trying to control the information flow. Maybe they just didn't want anyone to record anything or be organized. The thought sat badly with her.
In any event it didn't much matter what sat with her, she would have to present her ash covered unkempt self to the world if she wanted information. It was another thing that didn't sit well with her. She was a woman of presentation and presenting someone who was less then well put together wasn't something she wanted to allow. She did her best to rub the ash from her face and neck and pulled back her hair, combing her fingers through it to smooth it as best she could. She didn't have any make up, but she'd have to make do without. Finally, she closed her eyes and took several stabilizing breaths before turning on the voice function on the phone.
“Good afternoon, my name is Pepper Potts and I'm looking for someone familiar with DNA recoding.”