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[Compared to his last little blow-up to the network? Today's message is nice and short and sweet and to the point. Well, as to-the-point as Tony Stark can ever be.]

Are there any teleportation pads on this space-tionwagon or am I just missing something here?

Why the hell do we have simulated environments, dimensional jumps, and aliens that would make George Lucas wet himself... but we don't have floor to floor transportation pads?

And for the record, everything I've ever said about stairs I am redacting and revising. They suck.

[Filtered to Maintenance/The labs]
Who wants to be my babysitter or just let me in to do my thing? I need to outfit a wheelchair with a jet-pack in the next two hours or else I cannot and will not be held responsible for whatever homicidal, frustration-based rage I go into.

[Spam For the Deck]
[Because every new invention needs a road test, right? And Tony is kind of known for his need for speed.

So uh, if you ever wanted to see one Tony Stark zoom past you in a repulsor powered wheelchair? This would kind of be your chance.]

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Echoing Sir Fraser, there's an elevator. You'll find an entrance on each floor, fairly noticeable unless you're a hermit or debilitatingly unobservant.

[Riddler turns on the video feed, and he's merrily floating along, several feet in the air.]

It's unremarkable and passe, for a spaceship, so I'll grant you a one-way trip for experimental purposes.

Yeah, anything that doesn't provide near-instant transportation kind of doesn't really register with me.

[Guys are you really being serious right now how could anyone actually miss the elevators that wasn't the point of-- oh forget it.

This is a ship of morons.]

.... Are you flying? [... God he misses flying]

I can relate, having trained my peripheral vision to exclusively register magnificence.

[Why yes, he is flying, and he's doing it without falling down this time.]

And I sure hope so, or I really shouldn't have offered myself as a means of transport. Isn't this sort of thing normal for your lot...?

[I mean, you've got Gods. This can't be that surprising.]

Comes with being the most kickass people around, right?

[Dude, he already likes your style]

Not gonna be carried around like a romcom princess, thanks. [He does sound amused, though] Not so much for me, I haven't met the really freaky ones yet.

[Timelines suck.]

Circles among squares. It makes finding allies a pain.

[A mutual appreciation born of egoism.]

The paparazzi isn't around to take notice, but I'll relent. I'd only end up frustrating you more than the stairs.

As for the freaky ones-- Loki doesn't count?

I'd go with stars and triangles, personally.

[Between the two of them, it's surprising the barge can fit all of that ego into one place.]

Think I'd be more inclined to go with it if there were a few people flashing cameras, actually. [The smirk at that thought - namely the headlines that might cause, and the way his PR department would scramble to explain it - fades almost instantly at the mention of Loki.

Still a touchy subject, man.]

Haven't seen him in action, so yeah. No. Been just gadgets and zombies for me, so far. [And Magneto, but.]

Question marks and elipses, since we're getting creative.

[And here comes an onslaught of WRY BITTERNESS.]

Oho, Loki's mere presence is him in action. He only has to stand there to emenate dubiousness and possibly trace amounts of grease. There's just something about his...everything.

--Beg your pardon, I got carried away there. Did you say zombies?

Always a fan of punctuation.

[He quirks an eyebrow]

I'm mostly attributing it to the fact that apparently Asgardians never got past Shakespeare. You can get the same sense of weird from Renn Fairs.

Yeah, zombies. That last port or whatever pretty much ended with a bunch of us in some sort of boss-fight raid.

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