17th Command; video

[aggravating]

This again? [He's so not amused. You see how not amused he is? This is A+ levels of not. Fucking. Amused..] Alright, I'll bite. Let's see who knows me.

This is Tony Stark. Yes the Tony Stark. Iron Man, eccentric billionaire, genius inventor. Let's chat.

[... Wait. Shit he almost forgot.

A look of something that can only be described as pure, creeped out discomfort pulls at his face as he leans forward, about to turn off the feed.]

And if you're a psycho pink pony? Yeah. No. Go creep on someone else.

[Not today, Pinkmania. Not. Today.]

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[protoiron]

Hello.

I hope you took my last words seriously-

I am joking. How are you?

[aggravating]

[DOT

DOT

DOT]

Uh, no. [He's jabbing a finger at himself and speaking really slowly] Tooooooooooooony.

[aggravating]

You know Thor? [Okay, actually? More importantly, you know him and that is more than enough to have Tony perking up a bit.] Name and address and I will send you a convertible full of Stark Tech as soon as I'm off the Good Ship Lollipop.

[This is why stoking the egos of billionaires is to be encouraged.]

[aggravating]

[It's the truth okay, don't judge him]

... Huh. [Okay, of all the people he thought would be checking the frequencies and maybe poking their heads in? Rhodey was not one of them.

Then again, maybe he should have expected it. Rhodey did always answer when Tony called.]

Yeah. [And then the momentary shock is fading away, a shit-eating grin taking its place. Damn it's good to hear from him] Yeah, testing. It's an experiment in dimensional travel to a giant therapy ship and how long it'll take until I just jump off the edge and hope I float back to Earth.

So far we're going on six months.

[aggravating]

[Wow, okay. Yeah, that face is unfortunate. If Tony had ever doubted the benefit of plastic surgery, this kid's... uh... looks had him wanting to start up a charity for the naturally ugly.]

Hi. [Okay, move weird goggle kid, Tony wants to get a better look at that weird lab of yours.] Welcome to the multiverse, kid. Scientist, right?

[The only question is what the hell is this kid doing with all that stuff]

[aggravating]

[Okay, not cool dude. Stealing his facial hair and his name? Not cool at all.]

Yeah, kind of stuck on a ship in the middle of some multiverse meeting point. [He quirks an eyebrow] Meeting myself's a first. Not asking for socials but, you know, not really something that's easy to wrap your mind around.

Are you the Tony Stark or just a Tony Stark?

[aggravating]

When you reach my level [of narcissism] you can't introduce yourself accurately without it.

Name and what you considering tinkering.

1/2

[marktwo]

[You're getting The Look, Tony.] What are you talking about?

2/2

[marktwo]

[And then he sighs, and he'd pinch his nose but he's in the suit right now.] Where are you? I'll be there in a few minutes.

[aggravating]

[If only it were that easy...

There's a sort of pinched look crossing Tony's face, but as soon as it's there it's gone again, replaced with careful nonchalance.]

Space. [SHRUG] It's just a thing, for now. Used to it, but. Not exactly a place the suits were meant to fly to.

[marktwo]

You're in Malibu not -- [He frowns, looking at some other part of the screen, and when he looks back, he's much more worried.] -- the suit can't get a lock. You want to tell me what's going on?

[bumblebeeb]

Theodore Kord, and uh -- robotics? Engineering's good too, haven't done a lot of that since the last time I upgraded the Bug.

[aggravating]

[Looking back on this conversation, he's going to be really proud about how well his poker face holds up through this.]

Like I said. Space. [He shrugs a shoulder, glances down at where his fingers are drumming in agitation against the table, and looks up with another careful grin.] Let's just say I messed up, died, and purgatory is some spaceship floating through the multiverse offering self-help classes where the pay-off is resurrection.

[But, since Rhodey said Malibu and not New York, this can hopefully distract from the whole OH HEY BY THE WAY I DIED thing] Also, I'm hanging out with Captain America.

[marktwo]

Jesus. [Somewhere inside him, there's an eleven year old going Captain America but that's not important right now-] You died. [Give him a moment to process this, add on 'what the fuck happened why wasn't I there', and then-] How?

Video.

[aggravating]

[Hey you're the... blonde chick Tony met when he first showed up here. HE REMEMBERS YOU. You were cool, Claire.]

Still on the hell barge. [Have a shrug] And all the fun that brings.

How's not being tortured with bad steering?

[aggravating]

[This is the meeting Tony never knew he wanted]

Not sure stating facts counts as bragging.

[aggravating]

[Hardy har har Couls-

Oh.

Coulson. That- uh. Last time he saw you he was offering a flight to Portland, and after that... nothing but blood smeared across a wall, soaking into vintage cards thrown down in front of Captain America.

He can do this.]

Yeah, see, two problems there. One; I'm pretty sure Fury's working on a petition to get the word 'party' burned out of every dictionary on Earth. Two; if I see even one picture of a psychotic pony when I get home? I'm hacking SHIELD and changing everyone's names to things like Commander Bubblegum for the rest of the year.

[aggravating]

[Alright, this guy is definitely insane. Also shut up about Tony Downey Jr. okay. Er. Robert Stark Jr.

JUST SHUT UP.]

Trust me, you don't want to talk to the pony. She apparently bakes human cupcakes. [Okay, that has his eyebrows arching up] My "inky counterpart". You mean books and not a universe of octopus people, right?

[He's not even gonna comment on the Natasha thing. He'll just leave Nat to the whole death grudge thing this guy's asking for.]

[aggravating]

[Look, you try being trapped on a therapy barge with no booze.]

Why does everyone- Okay, look. I'll make jokes about alien invasions, your boss, and weird viking gods who travel on rainbows, but once we go into murdering talking pony territory?

[Trust him, he wishes he was insane. It'd make all of this so much easier to deal with.]

[aggravating]

[Yeah, hi. He was hoping to avoid having to talk to you for a while longer, Rudolph.]

I've been around. [aka ignoring you and watching the general Avengers scramble everyone did when you showed up again] I'm making a point of avoiding talking to psychopaths with daddy issues.

[Tony. Tony, no.]




[ooc| SOB I'M SORRY HIATUS KNOCKED ME OUT OF COMMISSION MORE THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD ;A;]

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[aggravating]

[Okay, he's gotten Hill, Coulson, and Rhodey. He was pretty much prepared for anything.

Yinsen though? He's not just anything.

Which might be why the grin Tony's trying to give the man is a little tighter than the ones he's been giving everyone else. Tighter and definitely faltering. At the very least? He has enough sense to lock the conversation.]

I've tried. [There we go, the smile's a little easier this time] Saved New York from a nuclear missile a few months ago.

[mordantwit]

Brilliance is, on occasion, in the eye of the beholder. [No he knows you're brilliant he just likes trolling you.]

[itsalive]

[A scientist? He blinks. and smiles nervously] No. I mean -

[Victor is the BEST scientist, as the boy with the hump will limp over to say] Who shall I say is calling wishing to speak to Victor?

Shut up Edgar! [There's another bark.] I-I guess hi. Who are you?

[inebriety]

That would depend on how you look at it. Here I'm a Tony Stark since you're claiming the same, but on the Earth designation 1610 I'm the Tony Stark.

...Well, Earth 242's is with me too, but he's a little bit dead.

[silver_tongue]

[He gives a lopsided smile into the camera. It might be a charming smile, if it wasn't on this particular face.]

Then you've made a mess of your purpose already. You've nothing to fear from me, though.


OOC: Don't worry, I was on an unexpected hiatus myself till now!