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.

Comments

[Private]

[aggravating]

"Magic is a science we don't understand" and blah blah blah. Seriously? There's a chick who kills with plants?

[Because that's the most important thing right now]

[Private]

[yeahscience]

There's people who kill people with all kinds of shit here.

And real magic, I meant. Like you know Harry Potter? They got Harry Potter in, uh, your world? Like Harry Potter magic. Like we had Harry Potter here.

[Private]

[aggravating]

[... Okay this is the coolest shit he's ever heard]

I am really liking this whole multiverse thing. So you're saying... Sherlock Holmes is an old book back home, but here he might be running around yelling "ELEMENTARY" at the top of his lungs?

[Private]

[yeahscience]

[IT'S PRETTY SWEET, just don't ask how he knows who you are.]

Yeah. Totally. I'm pretty sure there was one here, actually.

[Private]

[aggravating]

[He's so used to people knowing who he is it kind of doesn't even phase him at this point.

... He'd kind of enjoy knowing he has super successful movies made about him, though. And way too many years of comics.]

Seriously? Sherlock Holmes? Pipe and magnifying glass and all?

[Private]

[yeahscience]

I dunno. Maybe? It was a long time ago, and it's not like I met the dude.

[Private]

[aggravating]

Damn, too bad.

Would have liked to see just how smart he really was.

[Private]

[yeahscience]

Yeah, well, people wander in and out of here all the time. [There's a certain note of bitterness, there.] So he might show up again.

[Private]

[aggravating]

[He takes note of that bitterness, but uh... he's not good at that kind of stuff. So... ignoring it, for now.]

Anyone else here I should know about?

Sherlock Holmes level, I mean.

[Private]

[yeahscience]

I dunno, um... Buffy? [He doesn't know who you know, Tony. :|] Or we've got some Robins here.

Oh, and King Arthur, I guess. Except I'm pretty sure that dude's full of shit, or like, a different one, or something.