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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.

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[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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What a generous invitation to extend to us scattered and oppressed souls. I have so missed your company.

[Wow. Rude. RUDE, LOKI.]

Aww, babycakes. I forgot to tell you. I have a strict 'No Disowned Has-Been Gods' policy.

[Dean has been ignoring most of the hooplah, too busy with his own crap to bother getting involved as long as violence isn't going to erupt and crush them all. There's clearly a contingent here that all know each other and, contrary to popular belief, he's more intelligent than to step into the middle of THAT mess and all the landmines it contains.

Instead, it was his shift as one of the wardens watching Zero that showed him Tony and how badly fucked up he is. Normally Dean would avoid that, too, because he wouldn't want some asshole all up in his business; also, he's had enough drunk dealings to last him a lifetime, thanks. But the poor guy really is kind of pathetic, and Dean genuinely likes him, so that's why he's back now with more water and a bottle of ibuprofen.]

Dude, next time, just don't dodge the bus. Your head'll feel better, I promise.

[Um rude is to throw a party and then UNINVITE THE FIRST PERSON WHO WANTS TO COME.]

Truly? My heart aches at the news. Fortunately my door will always be open to dead, drunkard mortals, so the path to reconciliation between us remains.

So I take it's your mess I had to clean up. [Not even a question. But he's not upset. Only amused.] You really should handle your drink better, sir.

Edited 2012-09-11 23:57 (UTC)

Maybe we need to start partying in the CES. Then the Admiral can clean up the mess.

I would let you in to the pool or the CES if you wanted to party there instead. Food, drinks, iPod stereo all included.

[Okay, he's been hearing the name Tony Stark thrown around for a while and he's been meaning to ask this for a while.]

Please tell me the name Iron Man rings a bell outside of a song by the same name.

[It's not her patrol, she just... maybe she feels a little responsible, since she was the one who handed Tony over to his Warden and all.

And she knows the guy is a drunk, and she knows Charles took away all his booze, so he's probably feeling pretty shitty right now. So she goes to the kitchens, makes a couple pieces of plain toast, grabs a box of saltine crackers and a few water bottles, then heads down to Zero.]

Tony? I uh. I brought you some food, for when you want to try eating.

[Charles has kept true to his word, dropping by periodically to see how Tony's doing, and bringing with him water and food and a change of clothes from Tony's room. He doesn't stay long, because honestly, he's still angry with him, and he knows Tony's too sick to have much of a real conversation with him right now.

This time, he has more water and a box of saltines and he stops just short of the bars separating him and his inmate, looking him over carefully.]

How are you feeling?

[Steve's been keeping an eye on Tony, too -- not really staying long for conversations, just bringing bottles of water and the like -- at least not until he's sure Tony feels like having conversations. Otherwise, he's just passing by to give him a checkover every so often, make sure he's still in one piece and all.]

Edited 2012-09-12 02:37 (UTC)

Why do you bother talking to him?

[Seriously Tony just. stop. you make her head hurt.]

[Here, out of nowhere is Clint who feels...this is all incredibly confusing.

And unjust. He doesn't know you Stark, and whatever your reasons he feels partially responsible for this.

Clint however, does not bring water or advil. He brings...a banana. A bunch of them actually.]

Bring up your electrolytes when your head stops hurting.

[Because that is the best way to start a conversation right?]

Sobriety. So awful?

[Actually you are a refreshing change, because his boss is a type-A driven manipulative control freak and if he smashed you into Marcone you might make one functional person.]

[YOU REALLY WANNA COME TO A PARTY WITH PEOPLE THAT WANT TO RIP YOUR HEAD OFF? Feel free, Loki. Feel free.]

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.]

[That's another thing he hates about Zero. The endless rotation of Wardens keeping an eye on him, making sure he has enough water that he won't die of dehydration. Peeking in and seeing him like this. It was as bad as the paparazzi, as puking into a toilet when he was seventeen and seeing cameras flashing from under the stall door.

... At least this time, here, it comes with painkillers. As mild as ibuprofen might be.

Tony pushes himself up, shaky but moving, and walks on over to the doorway, takes the bottle and the pills (normally he'd flinch, he'd refuse, but his head is pounding and his body weak and he needs to seem normal so even though the anxiety hits and hits hard, he takes what's being handed) and gives Dean a half-grin before sliding down the nearest wall, legs all but giving out from under him. His fingers are trembling - withdrawal withdrawal withdrawal - but somehow he manages to get the bottle open, taking a swig of water before responding in a shaky, hoarse voice.]

Tempting. Don't suppose you'll shoot me and just let me work through the death toll instead?

Edited 2012-09-12 06:31 (UTC)

For the record: that was a highly stylized trashing, if you backed up about two stories and looked down at it, it'd be like looking at a Picasso.

[Just thinking a big SCREW YOU at the second part of your message there, pal]

You ever party by a lake? Cause let me tell you, awesome stuff.

Unfortunately for you, I lacked that point of view. Try again next time we're near a skyscraper, yeah?

You're still running an iPod?
When I get back in the lab, I'm building you a better one.

[Not... touching the partying thing again. There's only so much BS he can handle right now, and if you bring a pool into it? He's pretty sure he'd just end up falling in and drowning, considering... the last few days.]

[Welcome back to the barge, Tony occasionally breaks it, now.]

Let me guess, another adoring fan?

[Please say yes God he needs the attention.]

Edited 2012-09-12 06:21 (UTC)

He started it.

[Well he did :| ]

It's the absolute pits.

[You would probably be the first person in the world who's considered Tony Stark a 'refreshing change']

[Honestly? He'd been expecting the wardens on charge to maybe talk to him, and maybe a visit from his warden, a lecture from Captain America. What he wasn't expecting was for someone to just... go out of their way and see him. And hell, to bring him food while they were at it.

So all Ariadne's getting for a good thirty seconds is an incredulous stare before he blinks, ducks his head slightly, to try and hide a quick smile, before he pushes himself up, running a hand through sweat-drenched hair in an attempt to make it look less plastered down, to make him look a little more normal as he leans against the bars as casually as he can.]

Getting there. Haven't lost it in almost an hour. [Still shaking, still twitching, still paranoid and anxious but those are all things that he can hide. That he'd become so good at hiding, back home.] Charles too pissed to come down himself?

[Because that has to be the reason. Has to be why she'd come down and visited. It's honestly the only thing that makes sense.]

Edited 2012-09-12 06:34 (UTC)

[They just don't know Baron Marcone yet, all those other people.]

Yeah, it's probably going to be for a while. Tough hand.

[He means that.]

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