Tony Stark (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aggravating) wrote2012-09-11 03:56 pm
aggravating) wrote2012-09-11 03:56 pm
13th Command; text/spam
So. Since this place is apparently just like back home as far as tabloids and gossip columns and the latest tumblr blog... for those of you who didn't happen to hear in one of the fifty completely open and unfiltered conversations about this particular subject:
I've been sent to Zero to sober up. Absolutely tragic loss to the extremely limited party life here on the barge. But. Everyone's invited to my room when I get out for a bit of fun.
[SPAM FOR... LEVEL ZERO VISITS?]
[Tony. Is. Miserable.
Regardless of how he's coming across on the network, to the few people who've pinged him, the few conversations he's had to have, he's not doing well. He's pale and sweating, and the puking's only stopped by now because he has nothing left in him. He's shaking from the withdrawal, just kind of huddled in a corner, a few water bottles scattered around him and his communicator within grabbing distance.
He's pissed for no reason, paranoid and anxious, depressed, and a little out of breath. Because despite the glowing blue circle in his chest making sure his heart keeps beating at a relatively steady rate? It's still pounding and racing, sending small spasms through the damaged muscles around the metal casing shoved in his sternum.
He looks like crap, he feels like crap, and what's even worse? He knows he's going to have visitors. Because for some reason, despite his absolute best efforts to keep it from happening? People on this hell barge actually seem to worry. It's weird.]
I've been sent to Zero to sober up. Absolutely tragic loss to the extremely limited party life here on the barge. But. Everyone's invited to my room when I get out for a bit of fun.
[SPAM FOR... LEVEL ZERO VISITS?]
[Tony. Is. Miserable.
Regardless of how he's coming across on the network, to the few people who've pinged him, the few conversations he's had to have, he's not doing well. He's pale and sweating, and the puking's only stopped by now because he has nothing left in him. He's shaking from the withdrawal, just kind of huddled in a corner, a few water bottles scattered around him and his communicator within grabbing distance.
He's pissed for no reason, paranoid and anxious, depressed, and a little out of breath. Because despite the glowing blue circle in his chest making sure his heart keeps beating at a relatively steady rate? It's still pounding and racing, sending small spasms through the damaged muscles around the metal casing shoved in his sternum.
He looks like crap, he feels like crap, and what's even worse? He knows he's going to have visitors. Because for some reason, despite his absolute best efforts to keep it from happening? People on this hell barge actually seem to worry. It's weird.]
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[God he loves self-cleaning places. Especially when the, uh "self-cleaning" part isn't actually Pepper and a cleaning service.]
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Holographic interface or do you want an actual keyboard?
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Do you even have the stuff for this?
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[Oh, you should see his face right now.]
I'm resourceful.
[Build a fully functioning arc reactor and a crude suit in a cave from a box of scraps kind of resourceful.]
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[ Batman is a fan of holographs, and O and Proxy aren't around to help her anymore. ]
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Also, it's cool.
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Touchscreens → holo-interface → virtual reality helmets → full-on computer in the brain implant.
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Laptop, though. Soon as I'm out.
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