Who you gonna Call? {Tony& Invite}

[Jim "Gentleman Ghost" Craddock]

[atrb=border,0,true] It's a dead man's party, Who could ask for more Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door [/style] [style= background-color: 000000; width: 400px; height: 350px; font-family: new times roman; font-size: 8px; color: EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 5 5 5 5px; overflow: auto; opacity: 0.5; letter-spacing: 1;] Stark tower, the home of a one Tony Stark, also referred to as Iron man. A technological genius who brilliance was only matched by his snark. Sounded like this breather needed a name change. Though for once Craddock was not after fortune, jewels or treasure. Just a simple good old fashioned haunting. What as the point of being a ghost if he could not enjoy the afterlife style that came with it? It had been quite some time since the ghost simply was just that. A Ghost. His non corporeal from easily washed through the steel and mortar of the building. The poor security system would not know what hit it once he was in the building. Though Jim was blissfully unaware that the security was some what like him. Non corporeal. As well as english. Though he could not be seen visually. J.A.R.V.I.S. was surely able to see the cold spot moving through the rooms making its way to the top of the tower. and to hover around a one Tony Stark. [/style] [style= background-color: D3D3D3; width: 490; font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; letter-spacing: 7;] Leave your body and soul at the door

[Tony "Iron Man" Stark]

Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight.

And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight.
Cuz we might not get tomorrow.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;] "I've almost finished it. Just one more tweak, I think." Tony spoke aloud so that his A.I. could hear him as he tightened the last bolt. He was lying on his back, on the floor of his workshop, AC/DC blaring in the background. Above him was the sleek steel of his latest machine. Standing about three feet off the ground, the smooth saucer-shaped piece of technology that brandished a new logo, Stark International, across the top was the result of Stark's latest brainstorm. A holographic image integration system uniquely designed for JARVIS's operation. In short, a hologram projector. Tony shimmied out from under the heavy machine and sat up. He powered it up and then turned to the computer screen to his right, tapping out commands and operations as quickly as he could. He was eager to start it up. Little excited Tony Stark more than developing an awesome new device, especially one that could be so personal. "You ready, Jarvis?" He asked, eyes alight with enthusiasm. "Ready," JARVIS answered just as calm as ever. He didn't share in his creator's emotional roller coaster. That was a very human thing to do. Tony chuckled a little and was about to press the button that would sync his A.I. with the holographic projector when the screen flickered and a cool chill danced through Stark's body. He shivered and furrowed his eyebrows, glancing around the room to see where the draft had come from. When he didn't see any open windows and he'd checked that the thermostat hadn't kicked on the A/C, he shrugged it away, prepared to move on with the test. "Sir, there appears to be a disturbance in the electro-magnetic field in the room," JARVIS told him. "The temperature is also fluctuating." Tony frowned a little and glanced back at his newest machine. "But I haven't even turned it on.... It's not supposed to fail yet! That comes after I think all the hard work is over and want to see the fruits of my labor." "The energy fluctuations are not emanating from the new device, Sir." JARVIS replied. "They originated from outside Stark Tower." Tony narrowed his eyes and looked around again. The alarms should have gone off if there had been an intruder. He'd programmed his security sensors to catch anything corporeal that might pay him a visit. What he hadn't counted on... was that the incorporeal might. Grab somebody sexy tell 'em hey, Give me everything tonight. I want all of you tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [template made by missickle]

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[Jim "Gentleman Ghost" Craddock]

[atrb=border,0,true] It's a dead man's party, Who could ask for more Everybody's comin', leave your body at the door [/style] [style= background-color: 000000; width: 400px; height: 350px; font-family: new times roman; font-size: 8px; color: EDEDED; text-align: justify; padding: 5 5 5 5px; overflow: auto; opacity: 0.5; letter-spacing: 1;] The ghostly intruder's disembodied laugh carried through the room as he floated about, running a gloved finger over some of the more personable machines. The little one armed robot for one. He was a continued cold spot across the room, should Tony have a thermal imaging system up. It was all to easy, technology was too easily manipulated. It was all too sensitive to those of other worldly origin. The ghost laughed again as the English user interface was keen to revel that it was something else. Craddock looked around, for a moment at least, watching the cars in the room, until their alarms all suddenly went off at once. A symphony of noise followed by the tray of tools levitating from the stand they were on. Everything in the room seemed to take on a life of its own, while other things turned on and off. The lights took a will of their own. Fizzling in and out and just as suddenly as it all started. It stopped. Everything fell back into place and the power seemed to be out. The room drowned in darkness. Save for the ethereal purple glow of a one Gentleman Ghost, lounged in the air. Clapping rather silently. [/style] [style= background-color: D3D3D3; width: 490; font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; color: ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; padding-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 5px; letter-spacing: 7;] Leave your body and soul at the door

[Tony "Iron Man" Stark]

Excuse me, but I might drink a little more than I should tonight.

And I might take you home with me if I could tonight. And baby, I'mma make you feel so good tonight.
Cuz we might not get tomorrow.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #1f1d1d; opacity: .8; border: #550505 solid 4px; width: 470px; padding: 15 0 15 0px;] Okay. What the hell. Was that. As soon as the laugh echoed through the room, Tony grabbed for the first weapon-like thing he could reach. He stood stiffly, scanning the room. "Jarvis, I want answers." "Already working on it, Sir. It appears you have an invisible guest. My scanners indicate that he is in the south end of the room." "He?" "Well... he appears to be wearing a top hat, Sir-" "Wearing a top hat- what? Jarvis, what are you talking about? Jarvis? Hey, what's-" He stopped mid-sentence when the lights began to flicker and fizzle out. In time with some strange supernatural orchestra, items began to rise, lights flickered, and the music turned on and shut off. Tony just watched the show, weapon still pointed at some invisible threat, mulling over in his head which telekinetics he knew existed, and who had the power of invisibility. Only Jean Gray and Susan Storm came to mind, but neither of them could do both things. "Sir- I appear- to be mal- functioning." JARVIS's voice sounded from the console behind Stark. Then, as if nothing had happened, everything fell from the air to crash land back on the ground and the lights went out. "Fail safe system reboot activate," Stark ordered, but a purple glow out of the corner of his eye had him turn to look. He blinked a few times and furrowed his eyebrows as JARVIS came back online behind him. "Jarvis is that... what I think it is? "He registers as a noncorporeal, Sir," Jarvis corrected Stark. "Uh-huh. So. Ghost." "Yes, Sir. And pardon me but... what do you plan on doing with the donut?" Tony finally looked down at the weapon in his hands. Oh. So that's why it felt so squishy. Grab somebody sexy tell 'em hey, Give me everything tonight. I want all of you tonight. Cuz we might not get tomorrow. [template made by missickle]

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