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18th Command; video

[Hi barge, someone looks grumpy today. Probably has to do with the fact that he's apparently been asleep for over two weeks.]

For the record? I'm blaming space. And the fact that we're in a ship that doesn't work by any version of logic piloted by a guy who, let's face it, doesn't actually know how to sail a multidimensional spaceship. You could put a monkey in a hat and he'd be a better Admiral than this guy. Because. Uh. Comas don't just happen out of the blue, and who knows what kind of alien radiation we're all getting hit with. [... Yeah he's just really annoyed about this.

Still, he's just kind of rubbing a hand against his temple and the side of his head for a second, brow furrowed, before gesturing vaguely at the communicator.] So what have I missed, who's gone and who's new and how many crash landings did I sleep through?

[Private to the Assvengers]

Apparently comas contagious, so prolonged exposure to Captain Beauty Sleep should be monitored. [Tony speak for "Hey guys I'm back you totally missed me don't even lie."] Who's killed who and tell me no one touched the helmet.

[Private to Charles]

I want to start a barge robotics club. [Hi, sorry for worrying you, still alive, hope you didn't do anything weird with my body in the meantime. Not that I'd blame you because uh, perfect male specimen right here.]

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....Uh, yeah, it was pretty much along those lines.

[Well she is NOT talking about her experiences but WHAT DO YOU MEAN HOMICIDAL ASSHOLES]

What?

Yeah, we have issues with radiation. [Which is probably the understatement of the year.] And you're kind of running on the assumption that this ship makes any amount of sense. Which it doesn't. The walls are filled with peanut butter and the communicators run on string and paperclips. So uh, not really putting my money on "futuristic radiation protection" being a part of the vacation package.

Yeah, because any world where science is just dragged through the mud is definitely going to work on sophisticated, more than human logic.

[He shrugs a shoulder, though. Not really that bothered by the whole logic side of things. He's pretty much given up on logic being a factor by this point.] That's basically what I'm saying. Barge "magic" or radiation, either way something's happening here often enough that the dick of an Admiral should be able to stop it. But he doesn't.

[He's really just annoyed with this. Having the control completely torn out of his hands, being completely vulnerable for so long? Yeah. It has him hating this place even more than usual.]

Where we are doesn't include science being "dragged through the mud." Not only is there no mud here, but in a lot of cases human theorems haven't been established for these experience. I ... didn't mean insult, when I said so.

I simply think that, in many cases, us - androids, angels, and humans alike - trying to comprehend what the Admiral thinks is like an ant trying to imagine a human's motives, and for him vice versa.

I don't think the Admiral is omnipotent. There may yet be things he can't stop. Though I doubt he would share what those things are.

Managed to miss out on the actual coma, so can't back up the comparisson. [He's crossing his arms, though, still looking irked] That means it's definitely something barge specific, which is annoying in it's own right. Not like we already have enough to worry about.

[Tony really dislikes the existence of magic, to be honest] Yeah, uh, I'll take Hogwarts over dealing with living out Poseidon for a week. So I'm all on the stupid name side for that one.

Everything the barge does is annoying. At least it's not meant to be a permanent thing.

[ She chuckles. She gets that sense. ]

I don't think it would change anything, honestly. Neither name helps us know what's really happening.

Sounds fun. [Just, you know, being said in that tone that borders on being sarcastic and him... actually being serious. Hard to tell, honestly.] So aside from haunted hotels and guys running around with axes, anything [Loki] happen?

[HE PROBABLY SHOULDN'T BE SHARING THIS but seriously what the fuck even happened and what is he being told by the other people on this messed up team of theirs.

Also Natasha is probably the most stable out of all of them, excluding Captain Concernicus and he's sure as hell not confiding in the guy who'll go and try to give Bruce a hug and recite patriotic, inspiration poems or something.]

Homicidal assholes. Apparently there are more than you and Clint on the team. Although, mm, it might have been the boiler room or the blow job dog suit guy or whatever the hell it was, but still.

Edited 2012-12-11 05:21 (UTC)

[Hey, kinks are kinks. He can accept that and move on. Murder is... kind of a different story.

Still, Tony's crossing his arms and leaning forward on the table in front of him, glancing off to the side as Charles speaks and drumming his fingers against his arm. It's... annoying, all these hoops and rules and things he has to go through just because he's an inmate rather than a warden. And usually he just barrels ahead and does what he wants anyway (he's mastered the art of pickpocketing Steve's item, but he thinks the guy only lets him get away with it because he's feeling guilty over the whole first Loki thing), but that's, well. As much as he hates to admit it, finally accepting that he's been cut off from alcohol has also meant that most of the bad decisions he'd been so dead set on making were getting curbed, rethought.

He hates that everyone was right, hates it more than he can begin to explain, but it is easier to think things through, now.

It just also means he has a whole hell of a lot of time on his hands.]

Yeah, sure. Screening. Keep the mass murdering psychopaths away from the power tools, I'm okay with that. Probably also need a babysitter, since... [He waves a hand absently, dismissively, trying to play off the slight annoyance he feels bubbling under the surface because of this whole inmate schtick] Warden locked area or whatever. As much as stealing Steve's item's become a hobby, it's actually not that fun wandering into the forties and dealing with knob radios and sepia lighting every five minutes.

[See, here's the slight scrunch of his face as Charles brings up the point of space, of materials.] We don't need materials. You let a person with genius intellect and an itchy trigger finger loose on a ship, you let one screw fall on the ground, give him one plastic fork and a battery and you give them no outlet? You get things like the scrapbots, only worse. Because, uh, not every inventor on board leans towards the philanthropist side of the spectrum.

[Just saying]

[Charles just nods, too worn out to really want to argue too much about it. He's battered and bruised, he's spent the better part of the week babysitting Erik, and he's still really not sure how he feels about most of what happened, so the fact that Tony's got a decent plan and understands how this needs to work is really a relief.

And he does trust him. Tony might be an inmate, but he was a good person, Charles had never really doubted that, and he wouldn't let someone plot taking over or otherwise harming the ship.]

I can volunteer as supervisor, if you want. Or you can find someone more familiar with the field, if you'd prefer.

Definitely. [He might still sound a little curt, but it's steadily decreasing, the more he talks to Tony. At least he's alright, that's the important part.] No. It was close, though, Natasha wanted to go after him.

Aren't there people who've been here a long time? Wouldn't they know?

Mm, yeah, well. Pretty much why I think "Welcome to Hell" should be hung as a welcome banner to new people.

Let's come up with one, then. Casting my vote for "Really Bad Acid Trip Week".

Magic on principle insults me. And, uh. Dragged through the mud is an expression. Not literal.

Right, the angel thing. [Which, now that he's personally experienced the whole viking alien god thing back home, he's a little more prone to believing.]

I'm not saying he's not crafty, I'm just going on his piloting issues as a base for him being an idiot.

How about "Spirit Week". Like in high school, you do a different stupid theme every day?

[He's honestly just kind of eying Charles, like he's being eying everyone he's been talking to. With that quiet, contemplative intensity.

He might be clueless and not care about people on some levels, might have that assholish quality of caring only about himself, but Tony does have the brains to study people when he needs to, to watch them and try to figure out just what the hell happened and why everyone's acting like someone took an egg beater to their psyche.]

What, and pass up the chance to have a telepath as a psycopath screener? I'll give you a buzzer and everything. Green for at least a little mentally stable, red for no, Anakin, robot arm or not, you can't use us to go to the dark side.

[That's actually a pretty accurate metaphor for what happened, Tony. :c

Charles manages a quiet laugh. It's not entirely forced, and is maybe more relieved than anything else, because while he trusts Tony, he doesn't trust everyone else as much as he'd maybe like to, and, really, it's sort of nice to feel useful. Especially considering having things to do is a wonderful distraction from feeling crappy.]

I have no idea what you're referencing, but alright. [Way to make him feel old, Tony.] Do you want to make the official announcement, or should I? I'm sure some of the wardens will want to ask questions.

[He's starting to really, really think it is :c which is why he's worried but actively trying to remain indifferent and insulting. Goddamnit you guys, he slept for like two weeks stop going insane without him.

Except... you know, it's way easier to make jokes when people actually get them. He's so going to have a pop culture awareness meetings soon. All you people from the past are starting to get really annoying.]

The fact that you don't know Star Wars has me reexamining my priorities, here. [He shrugs] I'll make it. If you say something it'll just be a bunch of people getting on my case anyway, might as well beat them to the punch and open a "Tony Stark is an Irresponsible Asshole" forum on my own.

[... It's kind of worrying how gleeful he sounds about that]

Edited (sure am editing just to add one letter) 2012-12-12 01:44 (UTC)

[It's the Barge, going insane is what we all do best. :c

And you could just get him Star Wars DVDs for Christmas. And a DVD player.]

Alright. I'll put in a request for some workspace and such, and keep an eye on the post in case things get out of hand. [Because knowing some of the wardens - and inmates - there is likely to be some level of whining and complaining about this.] But I do trust you with this, Tony.

Why does magic insult you? It has rules, and strengths and weakness and theorems and laws - just like science.

[Like Tony is good at not sharing things ESPECIALLY WITH NATASHA, COME ON, her life revolves around making people talk.

And she's silent for a long moment just trying to put that image out of her head, jesus christ, but also trying to work out what he means. He has to be talking about Cap or Bruce - and if Steve had done something, she thinks she'd have heard about it by now, or noticed, and if she thinks hard she can almost remember the ground shaking--]

What did Banner do?

[For Tony's entire life, there have been only three people in the world he's learned he can trust completely. Happy Hogan. Pepper Potts. James Rhodes. Everyone else has screwed him over, used him, gotten him kidnapped by terrorists and ripped the heart right out of his chest. He doesn't trust anyone, anymore. As much as he tries covering it up. He doesn't confide, doesn't befriend. At least not by choice. His warden, well. He'd been handed a file with every single thing Tony had ever tried to keep secret right there in black ink on a blinding white background. He could tell what Tony was thinking probably without even trying. Hell if he knew how Charles' telepathy worked.

But here? He has no one. No one he's actually chosen to trust, to confide in. No one he trusts and no one who's actually, actively tried to earn it, or even really proven themselves. At least, not that they remember. But if you have no one to talk to, no one to confide in, no one around you to trust, you'll go insane. Tony knows that, as much as he refuses to fully admit it. But there are some things, just some things that even he can't start to comprehend on his own, and while he knows Natasha is a spy, is meant to weedle information out of even the toughest, most in control people (he remembers Loki, remembers how she'd cracked him, remembers being briefed on the call she'd put in to Fury just before everything went to hell) and he knows he shouldn't trust a spy.

But at the same time, he's known her longer than anyone else on this ship. He knows she'd have his back in a fight even if she didn't, yet. So really, who else is there?

Which is why, after a moment of staring at Natasha, weighing the pros and cons, debating the benefits and fallbacks of admitting this, of breaking a trust he's been granted, he's just screwing his eyes shut, rubbing against his forehead before waving it in the air in an absent gesture.]

The flood- port- whatever the hell it was. Last one, the one everyone's lost it about. The whole hotel wanting to eat the inmates thing.

Apparently it got to him more than it got to the rest of you. [And he doesn't know what the hell to do with that information.]

[... Okay, he's amused]

If we go with spirit week we need streamers, crappy painted banners and a mascot.

Our mascot would have to be an admiral's hat, of course.

No person, just a hat.

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