This is a mass text message for all those listed on the Bloodsport. Kyle had the possible idea that altitude may make the difference in being able to see more of the mysterious blinking light. To that end, we're looking for the pilot of the Bloodsport. Or failing that, the captain.
Take it from me, mysterious blinking lights are a major headache.
Has anyone else told you yet that we need mommy and daddy's permission to take the ships out? Unfortunately, we're grounded, pilot or no pilot. That's the bad news.
This one could go either way, but we don't have a Captain, either. At least, no one's told me. You get back to me on that one.
The good news, and you're really going to like this, is that I can get you some altitude anyway, if you're really curious. I've got room for one, as long as you're not as dense as the Uptown at rush hour.
Has anyone else told you yet that we need mommy and daddy's permission to take the ships out? Unfortunately, we're grounded, pilot or no pilot. That's the bad news.
This one could go either way, but we don't have a Captain, either. At least, no one's told me. You get back to me on that one.
The good news, and you're really going to like this, is that I can get you some altitude anyway, if you're really curious. I've got room for one, as long as you're not as dense as the Uptown at rush hour.
So it would be possible to reduce the size of the hold in order to make another sleeping place. This was news to me, but Reeve hypothesizes it could be done. If it would bother you if he did it, let me know. Otherwise, there would be one less person in the group sleeping bunks.
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Just put a mattress down there if you can't stand sharing a room.
But I can't guarantee I'm not going to move it if we get the chance to haul something back.
But I can't guarantee I'm not going to move it if we get the chance to haul something back.
I'm having a hard time reading how enthusiastic you are about this development, so I'm going to assume that I should say, you're welcome, offering me such riches and praises in return is of course not necessary but an entirely valid response that I am happy to support, you're lucky to have me, etc.
You really know everything that happens around here, don't you?
So, eventually after their talk, Ronan stops by the forge.
He wants to put together something for Kavinsky. Something he'd not-quite promised him back home, isn't quite sure which side of that decision he would have come down on in the end. And sure, he could just dream him something. But, Tony seems like he has a flair for explosives, and if nothing else, Ronan could use the inspiration.
So with a large black bird- a young raven- perched on the shoulder of his t-shirt, he was here to see what he could come up with. He might have a fondness for fire and explosions, but they weren't exactly his specialty, not like Kavinsky anyway.
"Hey, Tony?" He called out, hopeful that the man was around. He could have texted him first, but Ronan avoided phones as much as possible.
He wants to put together something for Kavinsky. Something he'd not-quite promised him back home, isn't quite sure which side of that decision he would have come down on in the end. And sure, he could just dream him something. But, Tony seems like he has a flair for explosives, and if nothing else, Ronan could use the inspiration.
So with a large black bird- a young raven- perched on the shoulder of his t-shirt, he was here to see what he could come up with. He might have a fondness for fire and explosions, but they weren't exactly his specialty, not like Kavinsky anyway.
"Hey, Tony?" He called out, hopeful that the man was around. He could have texted him first, but Ronan avoided phones as much as possible.
He probably should have texted. Not that there was much chance of Tony cleaning the place up and making it more habitable, he wasn't ever going to get used to people dropping by and the forge was just not hostile enough for him to navigate for himself, but perhaps Tony would at least not be sitting in the middle of the floor when Ronan arrived, dressed in a bathrobe and the Iron Man helmet and struggling to pry off a gauntlet with a screwdriver. For his dignity, he was at least partially hidden behind the swinging legs of another suit, and a pile of what might have been the rest of the armor that was troubling him. The glint of light from the eye slits in his mask betrayed him as he looked up at the sound, though, and he had to greet through the metallic distortion, "Hey, kid. I don't know if anyone's told you yet, but you've got something on you."
i have taken ur son hostage
[Insert image of one (1) DATA unit seated on a familiar bar counter, with a rather dashing looking hooded cape (that may have had a former life as a pillowcase) draped over him.]
if u want him back u must accept my challenge to a karoke battle
u know the place
be there or
dont
i guess
[Insert image of one (1) DATA unit seated on a familiar bar counter, with a rather dashing looking hooded cape (that may have had a former life as a pillowcase) draped over him.]
if u want him back u must accept my challenge to a karoke battle
u know the place
be there or
dont
i guess
That's low. We could have Felwinter sit on you next for this criminal activity.
At least don't let him watch too much TV. He gets all riled up.
At least don't let him watch too much TV. He gets all riled up.
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quark_assassin
2023-03-02 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Need your input on some hardware/software compatibility stuff.
Don't make this weird.
Don't make this weird.
Sir,
I understand you are good with your hands. Might I make a request of you, or will that anger your keeper?
Your,
LL
I understand you are good with your hands. Might I make a request of you, or will that anger your keeper?
Your,
LL
My keeper?
wait
To Whom It May Concern,
My hands are only one of my talents. Buy me dinner and you can get to know two or three more.
Regards,
T
wait
To Whom It May Concern,
My hands are only one of my talents. Buy me dinner and you can get to know two or three more.
Regards,
T
these are all individual texts that come very fast, if that isn't obvious
in_extremis
- 2023-07-12 00:23 (UTC) - Expandhey Tony, you got a minute?
there's something i wanna talk to you about.
if youre not busy
there's something i wanna talk to you about.
if youre not busy
For you, Spidey, always.
Unless you need money. Assets are all kind of tied up at the minute.
Unless you need money. Assets are all kind of tied up at the minute.
Private Network Call [Backdated to start of October]
ziedrich_bearer
2023-11-01 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I owe you a thank you, Tony. His face was so beautiful when I gave him the ring. Gold was the right choice.
Without you I don't know that this would have happened. Thank you. I owe you.
Without you I don't know that this would have happened. Thank you. I owe you.
Edited 2023-11-01 22:26 (UTC)
You did all the work. You took pictures, right?
You're comms, right?
I need a favor but I don't know if it's possible.
But if anyone can do it you would be able to do it
Because you seemed to care about social media back home and all of that
So I'll figure out some way to pay you back
I have some cocoa powder, there can be hot chocolate
Or maybe a pizza delivery service just for you
So would you mind helping a bro out?
I need a favor but I don't know if it's possible.
But if anyone can do it you would be able to do it
Because you seemed to care about social media back home and all of that
So I'll figure out some way to pay you back
I have some cocoa powder, there can be hot chocolate
Or maybe a pizza delivery service just for you
So would you mind helping a bro out?
Everything is possible.
Possible doesn't mean moral, though.
And I'm getting the impression you're about to ask me for someone's private pictures.
VIP pizza delivery is a senate level bribe.
Possible doesn't mean moral, though.
And I'm getting the impression you're about to ask me for someone's private pictures.
VIP pizza delivery is a senate level bribe.
hey i was just thinkinl about you
I thought you at least waited until the sun was up. Tell me you have pants now. The masochism is getting hard to ignore.
Under normal circumstances, I'd already be at the door. Unfortunately, I have to inform you that my balls are actually in someone else's hands.
Why doesn't he get a cute nickname? Yours can be Mama Bear.
That depends. If you're about to ask me for money, I've never heard of either of you, and security is already working on how you got this number.
You were of course right. I should not be shocked.
Jon hasn't left me yet. Give it another week, tops, then maybe skip the flattery.
[Outside of the Forge, super early one morning, a bouquet of flowers with a message card that just reads:
Tony Stark Is Smarter Than Me
It comes complete with a ribbon too. Green and silver. Probably helps say who it is, even if the message's form didn't convey that.]
Tony Stark Is Smarter Than Me
It comes complete with a ribbon too. Green and silver. Probably helps say who it is, even if the message's form didn't convey that.]
Edited 2024-04-27 01:59 (UTC)
I had a serious question for you. Do you have a bit of time to talk?
For you, always. You're not feeling sick, are you?
It wasn't exactly a good time for a break, so at first Tony only grunted his displeasure, at the intrusion and at the nickname. He didn't really have an argument for the latter, most annoyingly. He was feeling every minute of a long life at the moment, especially as all of the blood rushed to his already pounding head as he tipped it back to eye Eddie with warning. He clung to the underside of the stubborn shuttle, chassis exposed for him to hook his legs over while he worked, then keep him aloft when he extracted his arms from the engine and let the screwdriver and handful of bolts drop from his pockets past his head to ring an echoing clatter across the hold. "It's called fasting," he corrected. "Tesla did it for forty years."
Time was extra hard to process on the ships, but whatever time it was or wasn't, Billy couldn't sleep. Or couldn't stay asleep in any case. He was plagued with nightmares no matter what he tried. Tony almost never seemed to sleep, master insomniac (and why shouldn't he be, he was brilliant at almost everything), and so it wasn't a surprise to find him still working away.
Billy was clearly still tired, but he flashed Tony a sleepy smile in greeting.
"You have any busy work you can distract me with?" he asked hopefully.
Billy was clearly still tired, but he flashed Tony a sleepy smile in greeting.
"You have any busy work you can distract me with?" he asked hopefully.
Tony was not hard to find, out in the open on the docking bay floor, clearly visible though he didn't openly acknowledge the Agrii that clustered nearby throughout the long days. He let them pretend to have something to do in the warning shield of He Row presence that kept the orange-token Agrii at a distance, while he spread his work across the hall, spilling out of one of the shuttles and barely organized into piles by D.A.T.A. moving sluggishly and getting continuously interrupted by Tony kicking through his efforts. He didn't really expect to be approached.
He stood slowly from where he had been sprawled on the floor, feeling the cold numbness in his legs for the first time in what must have been a few hours, watching Billy with a wariness that wasn't entirely hidden in the tension of his shoulders and the glance he threw around, searching for anyone else coming this way. Before Billy had even said anything, he raised a hand to flick toward the shuttle, and the mess he had made, ready to assure the kid that it could take off, don't mind him, clearly not expecting Billy to actually stick around. At the question, Tony's mouth opened, then closed to look around again. "You don't look like it's work you need," he finally answered, and his expression was sympathetic, but he was quickly indicating back the way Billy had come. "There's got to be a party happening somewhere on board. Always is, when tensions are high."
He stood slowly from where he had been sprawled on the floor, feeling the cold numbness in his legs for the first time in what must have been a few hours, watching Billy with a wariness that wasn't entirely hidden in the tension of his shoulders and the glance he threw around, searching for anyone else coming this way. Before Billy had even said anything, he raised a hand to flick toward the shuttle, and the mess he had made, ready to assure the kid that it could take off, don't mind him, clearly not expecting Billy to actually stick around. At the question, Tony's mouth opened, then closed to look around again. "You don't look like it's work you need," he finally answered, and his expression was sympathetic, but he was quickly indicating back the way Billy had come. "There's got to be a party happening somewhere on board. Always is, when tensions are high."
Hello dear. I was hoping for a bit of help on a personal medical project of mine. I've created a formula for a powdered sedative that I think would be more valuable when applied as an inhalant. Which I can do. But I do not have the skills to make a system by which to deliver it.
Not a problem. An inhaler. Hard to screw up. If it's pressing and the delivery method is critical, I'm pretty sure there's some weed left in Eddie's room.
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