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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[aggravating]

[He twitches. A good, old twitch that eventually bleeds into a sickly sweet smile]

There's a deck here, right?

[with_my_teacup]

Yup. Let's meet there. You can sign my fanbook.

[He might be batting his lashes behind the goggles; he might be considering the textile qualities of Tony's skin, but he's doing his best to convey a little of both.]

[aggravating]

Perfect. Hey, if I'm feeling up to it, I'll even turn it into a good, old photo-op.

[He's not moving, though. Because dude? You can't be serious. He refuses to believe you're serious.]

[with_my_teacup]

Any time...

[A sing-song, cajoling voice. He's moving into overt trolling.]

[aggravating]

Don't tempt me, dear. Pretty sure you couldn't keep up.

[Have we mentioned he's pretty adept at this trolling thing, too?]

[with_my_teacup]

Oh big boy.

[He presses a hand over his chest.]

You gotta be gentle with me. I've never done this before.

[aggravating]

And probably won't, because. Sorry, I kind of like my women ginger. And with hair.

[He smirks]

Not opposed with being an object of fantasies, though.

[with_my_teacup]

Does this mean you ain't gonna sign my tits? [A pout, barely concealing his attitude of 'come get a piece, new boy']

[aggravating]

Darling, for you? I'll sign anything that isn't covered in sweat and hair.

[Yeah, he's just amused with you at this point.]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick lifts his goggles and winks coquettishly.]

[aggravating]

[This is the most bizarre greeting he has ever gotten but you know what?

He's amused.

And raising his eyebrows over his sunglasses.]

[with_my_teacup]

Lookin' forward to meeting you.

[He probably won't actually try to provoke Tony into violence. Tony's not worth losing his CES time. But mutual trolling? Sure.]