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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]
Right. Progress. [He drops his hand from his head, sinking back in his chair as he stares off at a point a few feet to the left of the communicator sitting on his desk, fingers snapping absently, hand hitting a fist before snapping again, moving. A nervous habit, a flurry of movement, complicated, twitchy movements he never actually fully realizes he's making.
He inhales, sharp, at the mention of Coulson, and straightens in his chair, as if snapping himself back to the conversation, out of his thoughts.] Yeah uh, that lecture thing you do? I have a few pointers to make them less yawn inducing. Most include dancing showgirls, explosions, and a monkey with a chainsaw.
[There's a slight smile pulling at the corner of Tony's lips, though. Tired and more of a grimace, but it's an attempt] I don't do idle well. Bored even less. Projects always help.