1st Command; Video

[aggravating]

[This is so not his idea of a vacation, guys. You have no idea. But at the very least, the man peering at the screen isn't flipping out or anything. In fact, he just seems to have a sort of cool and composed air to him. If, you know, he was anything other than pissed right now.]

Okay, yeah. Fun times. Sitting on a boat in the middle of space while the world is, literally, going to hell back home without me, all because this is supposed to part of some self-awareness spiritual journey crap?

[He's been doing his homework]

Right, uh. Someone point me to the fun part of this ship, because I'm not buying into this prisoner shtick right now. Oh, and. Give me that phone call home, boss. I need to sick my lawyers on all of your asses.

Because you kind of took my property. And my AI. And my ride home.

[He makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, looking around before reaching down, pulling a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, ignoring the slightly bent out of shape frames - he'd kind of fallen on them more than a few times - and slipping them right up to rest on the bridge of his nose]

For anyone stupid enough to not know who I am, I'm Tony Stark. Iron Man. And the first person who asks for an autograph is getting thrown overboard.

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[demigoddess]

[ She's never heard of Iron Man, and she doesn't like his arrogance, but she can't not be helpful to a new arrival who is worried about the same thing she was just two days ago. ] Don't worry about the world Tony, it'll be just as you left it when you return. That being said, I don't know how much help your lawyers are going to be.

But on the plus side, this place can be pretty fun. [ And she's only been here a couple of days. ] Why just last night there was a great pool party. And if that's not your thing, there's other stuff to do.

I'm Cassie. Welcome aboard.

[aggravating]

Just like? [This one's a bit young to be fully flirting with, unfortunately. Or, well, on the younger side. But still] Can't put in for a petition for less clothes and more blondes?

Oh no, pretty sure a pool party is just my thing. Please tell me there's at least a few drinks in this place.

Thanks, but. Still waiting for the glowing exit sign to show up.

[demigoddess]

[ Cue the eye roll. ]

Maybe a few, but for you? I don't know. [ Shrug. Seems pretty irresponsible to be giving inmates alcohol.

And he's going to be waiting for that sign for a long time. ]

So why do they call you Iron Man?

[aggravating]

[Hey. There's nothing irresponsible about alcohol, okay. It's the drink of the Gods or something like that.

The mention of his superhero name, however, gets him puffing out his chest and practically radiating pride]

Because of my suit. [AND DEFLATING] Which, apparently, is being labeled as a weapon and dangerous again, when it's definitely not. It's just a high-tech prosthesis with flight capabilities.

And lasers.

[demigoddess]

Yeah, that totally doesn't sound dangerous.

[aggravating]

It's not! Well, not really. Not completely.

They could have at least let me get JARVIS out of the damn helmet before locking it down or... whatever the hell they did with it.

[He misses his tech :( ]

[demigoddess]

Look on the bright side, you'll probably get it back after you graduate. [ Actually she's just assuming. ]

[aggravating]

Graduate? [He groans. Full-on groans. Like the world is ending sort of groan]

This is seriously a group therapy ship, isn't it? That wasn't just some sort of joke.

[demigoddess]

How long can it take a guy named Iron Man to get through the program really?

[aggravating]

Hopefully not longer than a week. I don't do well with downtime.

[As in: he gets bored, and when he gets bored he starts inventing. And when he starts inventing things tend to explode if he's not in a highly controlled area with all of his warnings]

[demigoddess]

I'm sure your warden, whoever they turn out to be, will keep you busy.

[aggravating]

Yeah, uh, about that. This whole warden and inmate thing. Please tell me we don't actually have cells and communal lunch hour.

Oh, and I don't do prison orange.

[demigoddess]

Just wait 'til you see the bathrooms. [ She's joking, of course. ]

[aggravating]

... Please tell me they have walls.

I swear to God I'll just throw myself off the deck if they don't.

[demigoddess]

Hmm..? Do they? You know? I can't remember. Might want to take this opportunity to go on the self tour and check that out. I would really hate if you threw yourself off the deck. [ Sassiness aside, she really dosen't want him to do that. ]

[Private]

[aggravating]

[Yeah, hi, he's going to go and find the stupid room he's been assigned and check that out.

Which he probably should have done before, you know, bitching at the network]

Oh thank God. They're not prison toilets.

[Private]

[demigoddess]

So you're familiar? [ With prison toilets? It makes sense considering he's an inmate, she supposes. ]

I have a feeling you'll warm up to this place sooner rather than later, Tony. It was nice chatting.

[Private]

[aggravating]

Not so much in practice, but in theory, yeah.

[His name has saved him many an arrest.

He chuckles, though]

See you at the top.