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.]
Some day they will have a diva off, and Tony WILL WIN
I'm sorry, 'dead drunkard mortals'? Aren't you also dead and pretty much mortal, here? Check your insults next time, Bambi.
[And don't you dare point out his weak, drunken insults. Just pretend like it was clever.]
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Insults? Why would I need to insult a man so entirely ruined by his own hand? No, t'was merely a description rooted in truth.
Not only dead, but dead drunkard, and forcing friends and trusted keepers to suffer for it...
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[Private to Tony]
I can [And am pretty much seriously contemplating asking for without your permission. :V] have the Admiral put a lock in place to keep you from seeing each other's posts on the network.
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[Private to Tony]
Is this conversation over? I'll still my tongue on your word, but not on his.
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[HE WAS HANDLING IT DAMNIT]
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i'll let him down easy don't worry mom