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aggravating) wrote2012-10-31 03:51 am
aggravating) wrote2012-10-31 03:51 am
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.
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.
[ Private ]
Which lab are you in? I'll come down.
[ Because honestly he needs it as much as Tony does at this point. ]
[ Private ]
But he's giving his location easily enough, in a handwavey way because this writer is lame and doesn't actually know which lab he's been granted access to.]
Seriously, though. Only allowed if you bring caffeine. [And it better not be tea, bro]
[ Private ]
[ Door opens, and tap tap. ]
I bring caffeine. And something to put in your stomach do you have something other then just caffeine in your body.
How are you feeling?
[ Spam! ]
Yeah, no. You're just his favorite.]
Like I just got stabbed in the thigh, and not in a fun, kinky way. [He's grinning, though, and kicking his way back from the table he'd been hunched over, sliding across a good portion of the lab in the chair he'd appropriated. And, you know, holding his hands out in a very grabby GIMME gesture.] You have your science pants on?
Re: [ Spam! ]
[ He glances down, before he looks up again. Pants checking. Okay, well, then. Moving on. ]
They're not stretchy and purple so yes, I assume these are in fact the right pants for science. Is there a dress code in this lab nobody told me about?
[ One hand is given a fourpack of Red Bull, the other gets a Clif bar. Ta da, Tony, he is your fuel angel. Now dazzle him with science. ]