18th Command; video

[aggravating]

[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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[wedonot]

[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.

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[aggravating]

[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]

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[wedonot]

[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.

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[aggravating]

[Well stop, you're all giving him a headache B(

And see, that'd be too easy. Half of the experience of watching the original three is the commentary that comes with it.]

Better watch it, Professor, you're sounding like my PR rep. [He's grinning, at least, and leaning back in his chair. He's content with that answer, at least.] Yeah, well. Inventing and bossing would-be engineers around is what I do.

[That's Tony speak for thanks. More or less.]

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[wedonot]

[He's familiar enough with Tony speak by now to get that, even without telepathically cheating.]

It's good to have you back, Tony. [Even though you are the luckiest son of a bitch to miss that port, hot damn. B(]