Holiday Ghost Event: Ten (or another amount) Years Later

[shnpc]

WHO: Everyone, affected and not
TONE: THE FUTURE
RATING: PG
WHEN: December 19th through 21st
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
WHAT: Due to visiting holiday ghosts, some students and staff find themselves living as their future selves. How did some of these kids and teachers turn out? Only time can tell.
NOTE: This signals the event start. Use any posting format you want, and feel free to post about this as well on the journals!

Comments

[arrogantalloy]

Wizarding wa-? Oh, that, yeah that was wow, about 17 years ago? No, this was muggle related. Took me hostage for my weapons.

[not_a_hero]

[Sherlock looks at him for a bit then shakes his head.]

I'm sure Bruce was thrilled. He really should have collard you years ago, even from my time.

[arrogantalloy]

I only found him again a few years ago. Hard to collar me when he's not there.

[Admittedly there was a long while where Tony had no idea where Bruce was.]

But yeah. He was one of the ones who found me when I got out.

[not_a_hero]

I'm rather glad all your foolishness happens across the pond. You must be even more a handful now than ever.

[arrogantalloy]

Nothing more than my people can handle. Still giving John a lung problems from excessive sighing?

[not_a_hero]

He's moved on to tutting. I expect a full recovery. Good to know we're both alive and well in our 50s.

[arrogantalloy]

Tutting? No one ever recovers from tutting. Yeah, but not for lack of trying on each others parts to be honest.

[not_a_hero]

I was honestly amazed to make it this far. Fifty seems like forever.

[Jim must be dead then... Good.]

Other than your own near death calamity, I take it things are going well.

[arrogantalloy]

Don't how how it's felt for you. But I honestly haven't noticed getting older.

Well, always in the news for something, Stark Industries earns well into the billions every year. I shut down my weapons department. Then there's Bruce, before to day he was doing well in my opinion, very well. This morning, not so much.

[not_a_hero]

What did you do?

[arrogantalloy]

I woke up in his bed. That's all. Of course, he's the right age for the year.

[not_a_hero]

Of course you did.

[He smirks. Well, turn about is fair play.]

Two perverts in the same bed who still can't touch each other. Poetic. I'm sure there's irony there somewhere.

[arrogantalloy]

Yeah, think it was only ever one pervert in a bed there. But believe me, ending up in similar position I was in about thirty years ago, not awesome.

[not_a_hero]

You poor dears.

[arrogantalloy]

Your sarcasm astounds me, really. But hey, not all of us can be like you and get the almost fairy tale wedding now, can we?

[not_a_hero]

Every fairy tale has a good ole fashion villian. I've regreted marriage nearly as much as I've enjoyed it.

It really is amazing how easy it is to ruin your whole future by age eleven. I don't envy me and you certainly shouldn't. Though I am perhaps a little attracted to your new chest implant.

[arrogantalloy]

You've ruined you're future, huh? Well there's an interesting take on things.

Are you going to start flirting with my reactor, because even for me, that's a little weird.

[not_a_hero]

I can only blame Jim so much.

But sadly I think there's little room for your chest piece in my marriage.

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony looks momentarily unimpressed with the mention of Jim. But moves on fast enough]

Guess I can't really argue that.

You never know, John likes things that are fascinating, doesn't he?

[not_a_hero]

Medically fascinating, perhaps. Still doubt it will make much of an anniversary present.

[arrogantalloy]

Yeah, can't say I'd get a lot out of that either.

[not_a_hero]

Free trip to London though with your resources I'm sure that's hardly a perk.

[arrogantalloy]

Sort of become a reverse to what I used to do in school. I visit once a year. So you're right, not really a perk.

[not_a_hero]

Well, I'm sure if required, we'll cross paths again.

[arrogantalloy]

That almost sounds fatalistic. Didn't know you dabbled in predetermined arts.

[He smirks, knowing what he meant, but choosing to be him instead.]