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[Given what's happened lately? Tony's looking even more sleep deprived as usual. And more than a little fed up with... well, with just about everything]

Few things, ship.

One: The food here is crap, and I want a cleaning service. Or a car. Or both.

Two: I think I kind of promised someone a particle accelerator. I claim time extension rights considering my first port and a goddamn flood.

Which brings us to three. Sorry kids, bed offers expired.

[Filtered to Maintenance/Repair/Lab Wardens and such]
Pretty sure you guys have been told about me. But I'm kind of a big deal in engineering, robotics, and math.

So here to serve or whatever.

[Private to Charles]
I need you to back me up. I'll trade ignoring your trigger happy friend for it.

Basically, I need spare arc reactors. And I need to build them, and have people not know what the hell they actually are. And since I'm an inmate that's probably gonna require your word that they're not some sort of bomb.

[Private to Steve]
Do I need to tell you to shut up about the arc reactor, or is that kind of a given?

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You let a little thing like a flood get in your way? [Narvin enjoys his trolling.]

Well, I was thinking of bringing you on my project team--we're working on temporal mechanics, chronon research--but if you can't manage a simple particle accelerator without getting distracted...[By massive dimensional disruption and temporary total identity change]...I just don't know.

[Nevermind that Narvin had been so disrupted by the flood that he'd been begging the Admiral to let him be an inmate.]

[He likes the way you troll, sir]

Yeah, sorry. Still holding fast to time extensions due to first ship identity crisis. And zombiepocalypse.

[His eyebrows arch up] Chronon? Not really my field. But hey, you need a machine built and equations figured out and tested, I'm your guy. Just give me a packet and I'll be on doctorate level overnight.

A petty excuse, but very well. I'm feeling generous.

There is one minor thing, however, before I can send you a packet. Before you leave the Barge and return home, I may have to erase from your mind everything you learn about chronon physics and temporal technology. For security purposes. If time manipulation devices began to appear on your world in your era, the results would be catastrophic.

[He's actually quiet for a moment, mulling that over. On the one hand, having someone play with his mind is kind of... not a good thing. But on the other hand, there's knowledge on the table. And he can't just walk away from the chance of learning things people in his time normally wouldn't have any sort of access to.

And he is a junkie for knowledge.]

... Okay, deal. A reluctant deal, but I'll bite.

Excellent. [And he'll just save this conversation so he'll have a record of their verbal contract. And then he sends a packet of information on a private channel: a crash course on temporal mechanics, chronon physics, and all the other fundamental elements of time travel technology.]

Start with that. We'll meet in the lab once you've finished your reading and I'll answer any questions then.

[He'll be jumping on that filter for now. But, well, that verbal contract is actually a really good idea. Seeing as Tony's going to be not-so-happy if it ever comes to memory wiping.]

Oooh, homework. I'll check back in a few days, shouldn't take too long.

[He tends to pick apart new subjects to work his way up to doctorate levels overnight. He's... allowing himself a little bit of wiggle room for something out of his time period, though]

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