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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[Ignoring the Avengers, that is.]
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I'm a bona fide celebrity. Annoying as hell paparazzi and gossip columns and all.
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Whoa, that sounds intense. But kind of cool.
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Well shit.]
Still considering that my Barge initiation, so yeah. Not letting it go. Also, you tried to get me to live a life of crime with you. Came on a little strong, but overall? I was flattered.
[You were kind of an amazingly fail villain, dude.]
It keeps life interesting.
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Yeah, I'll say. You're basically living the dream.
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[If that dream includes getting kidnapped, tortured, and almost killed on a near daily basis, then yeah. It's a fucking dream.]
Expanding on my previous point; we take a spin through my universe? I'll give you full access to my penthouse and a car of your choice.
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Dude, that's amazing. I can totally help you out if that did happen. I have all kinds of skills.
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Not really a help moment. Consider it a vacation deal.
[... And consider it an extremely rare show of kindness from one Tony Stark.]
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"Work someone"? You don't really come across as an interrogator.
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I keep forgetting literally everyone on this ship has some power or another.
No. Not exactly.
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Well, I've got some skills. You'll have to take my word for it, but I can make a lot of things possible.
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Trust me, though. You take one look at my Malibu house or the Tower? "Work" will be the last thing on your mind.
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Geez. It sounds like you've got a pretty good set up. The only guys I know with stuff like that are mob bosses.
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Mob bosses, seriously? Those went out of style like, fifty years ago.
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