aggravating | 16th Command; video

[The video clicks on to Tony looking harried and, well, sleep deprived in the lab he's been given access to. He should probably be sleeping, considering he should really be off his leg still and it's like, ass o'clock, but who's keeping track, right?

Also, he might just be waving at the camera with the skeleton of what seems to be a robotic arm.]

So, I have things. And I've kind of forgotten who they're for. Well, okay, no. This- [Have some robotic skeleton fingers wiggling] -is the only one I'm still not sure on, so if you're missing an arm and looking to gain one of the metal, not-so-organic kind, hi. Tony Stark. I'll be your creepy prosthetic tailor for the duration of your stay here. Tips appreciated.

That said, anyone want anything robotic improved, I'm looking for projects that hopefully won't end up in a miniature robot invasion this time around. So if you want an alarm clock that doubles as a taser, toaster, microwave, and guard dog, you're listening to the right broadcast.

[Thaaaaat being said, he has a few private call-outs to make, so. Bye, barge.]

[Private to Dean]
I have a present for you. [And no, unfortunately, it isn't an automatic toilet cleaner.]

[Private to Natasha]
I have a few things. Also, you owe me Russian lessons. [And if his tone is a little less asshole-ish than the rest of his broadcast it's completely just part of her imagination.]

[Private to Duo]
So, that robot pet thing. I have it. Pretty much bulletproof and self-repairing. To a point. Sophisticated, kinda independent AI with basic protocols and a developing personality. Also to a point. Consider it a less annoying, more advanced Furby. Probably going to be a work in progress until I can get it to just the right specs, so expect some upgrades and tweaks to be needed.

[Private to Charles]

[This message is... well, it's a little harder to get going. There's a long moment of silence as Tony just sits in the lab Charles has let him run "wild" in, turning a piece of metal over and over in his hands. Finally, he lets out a breath of air and looks square at the camera]

I'm an alcoholic. And I might need some help handling it.

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[Oh, hi. He likes this interest. He doesn't like the shark grin, though. He kind of associates those with his arc reactor getting ripped out, by now. Thanks, Erik Lensherr.]

Are you an inmate? [Because, you know, he's pretty sure you were the asshole going around and killing people at some point] Because if so, you need a signed permission slip from mom.

[Or Tony needs to like you]

If my math's right, most people on this ship are. Don't see what that's got to do with anything. What's the problem, afraid the dog's gonna bite the hand that feeds it? Or, in our case, fixes it? You seem like a real smart guy, there.

I'm just askin'. Theoretical. Think of it like a puzzle, that's all.

It has to do with the fact that, unfortunately, I'm being babysat by a telepath. Meaning if I start playing with inmate stuff and potentially making them bigger risks than they already are? I have to go back to amusing myself with scrap metal. Not actually looking forward to that.

[That and getting lab-grounded is really annoying]

Theoretically, yes. Give me something metal and robotic and I can improve it tenfold in just a few days. It's what I do.

[Granted, this is Tony. So all upgrades would be in functionality and movement, not in weaponry or anything like that.]

Then don't ask. If you don't know, it's not your problem.

C'mon. Do I really look all that dangerous with this?

[He shrugs the affected shoulder, then grabs the forearm with his good arm and raises it to wave. The arm he's talking about doesn't look particularly pretty, created more to protect and fill the space than to actually be functional. It's twisted and crude and looks like a hand and an arm in the same way a nightmare creature might have one, aesthetically matching the bones that still lie underneath.

It's a trick question, Tony; ignore the smile, no matter how innocent it might look.]

16th Command; video

[private. THESE ARE NOT GOOD IDEAS, LADD]

[private. SHUT UP THEY ARE WONDERFUL IDEAS]

[private. he's seen your creepy sex posts okay NO IDEAS YOU HAVE ARE GOOD]

[private. it was only one time and there wasn't even any sex. WHY ARE YOU SO UNREASONABLE.]