Mark I - Video;

[aggravating]

[The camera is facing the wall. An interesting thing, seeing as there must be some sort of reason someone would purposefully start broadcasting a picture of the wall. Perhaps it was going to change? Perhaps there was a pattern hidden there, something just slightly off-white patterned there. Some hidden message, some hidden meaning. Perhaps all the answers to life were in that one little piece of a room, that one, focused image of a wall being sent around the barge. Perhaps-]

Back in black! [Oh.] I hit the sack [Is that-] I've been too long [Oh no.] I'm glad to be back!

[And just like that, AD/DC at full force in the background, the camera is picked up, held up and at an angle pure myspace style, revealing one Tony Stark in all his business suited glory.] Honey, I'm home! [Aaaand down goes the communicator on the nearest desk.] And, so we're all on the same page here, I fully endorse a battle royale to figure out who honey is. Although I warn you now, I'm a picky soul, and my heart belongs to one thing and one thing only.

[Wait for it, pause for dramatic effect, drum roll please!

... Yeah he's just stepping aside to show the Mark VII in all it's powered down glory.]

It's the red and gold that got me. I still say I go with the red suit and you wear the gold lace, babe.

I believe the lace would flatter your figure better, sir.

Fair point. [Yup. That's one smart-talking computer program that's followed Tony to the barge. Again. JARVIS is practically a part of him at this point. But at the very least Tony seems to be calming down, finally sitting at the desk the communicator's on and tilting it up a little to eye the camera a bit better.] Quick debrief. I'm back of my own free will. Lacking the invisible shackles this time around, and this? [Have a quick wiggle of his phone] I got promoted to camp counselor. So someone get the blogs out and give me updates.

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[lastincident]

Bring some coffee down, and I'll catch you up. I'm in 3-3.

[aggravating]

Now- [Have a sudden interest and a finger pointing right into the screen, big guy] -you're speaking my language. Give me five. Maybe ten. Last I remembered the coffee pot put out more sludge than liquid.

[lastincident]

Actually, food's improved of late since Mr. Riddick took on a supervisory position.

[ So there's that. ]

Door will be open.

[ Because it almost always is, who the fuck is stupid enough to attack the Hulk in his sleep? ]

[aggravating]

Uh huh. Considering where it was before, not much hope on the improvement making it edible.

[Also, it's not greasy, American drive-through burgers]

Sure. [He pauses, halfway up from his chair, and gives the camera one of those Tony Stark™ grins] Lay me out a tablet and light a fire and we'll make it a date.

[He's just gonna go make some actually drinkable coffee, now. So give him a few minutes before he's hip checking your door open, Bruce.]

[lastincident]

[ Bruce shrugs; he's easier to please, he supposes. ]

I'll see you in a few minutes.

[ He tidies up a little-- not much, really, needs to be done because Bruce likes his rooms controlled, comfortable-- and is watching the network from his couch when Tony arrives. ]

[ He stands to greet him -- as well as take his coffee cup. He claps him gently on the shoulder. ]

Welcome back.

[aggravating]

[Not like Tony would judge someone on the state of their room. His home labs are only as clean as they are through JARVIS' watchful eye and his other bots' ceaseless programming.

But he's smirking a little when Bruce comes to meet him, offering the cup of coffee with a little wiggle of his wrist.]

Aw, did you miss me? [He's starting to really grin, though, relaxing with every step he takes towards the doc's couch.] Not that I blame you. Place seems just as boring as it was when I left. Who sails an multidimensional therapy ship and doesn't even put out for an entertainment crew?

[He takes a quick sip of the coffee, eyeing Bruce for a quick second over the top of it]

How's the big guy?

[lastincident]

[ Bruce takes his cup, moving aside to sit on the couch; it enables him to duck his head when Tony asks about his Bigger Half. ]

We're fine.

[ He sips his his coffee. ]

I'm the only one left-- everyone else dropped off the boat, one after the other, after you graduated. Some was the Admiral sweep. Others left.

[ the barge is a hard place, yo. ]

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[with_my_teacup]

[Someone is getting jumped to make new kitchen equipment if he's got such refined tastes.]