tushanshu | Entries tagged with † tony stark (616)

[ Monet is seated, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, lips curled into a smile, immaculately dressed as always, regarding the camera with a critical eye. In front of her is a chessboard, all set out for a game. She’s chosen black, so white faces the viewer. ]

I require an opponent.

bludhavenknight

[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

[ooc: Action is absolutely welcome.]

asoothingvoice

[This was, unfortunately, something she had experienced before, and even with that, it still took her a couple days before she was able to make this announcement. Even with knowing that it meant that he was hopefully home. She wasn't willing to break down where everyone could see it.]

Jaime, my son, is no longer here.

Tony, Miles, if you could come over to the clinic at some point, I'd be grateful. He left some instructions for where a few things should go, in case... this happened.

[Still hard to say.]

That's all. Thank you.

nothotrod

I'll have to admit, not having any sort of mobile communication is getting pretty old, pretty fast.

[That sure is a woman on the feed, looking more than just a little flustered at a local cafe terminal she'd just accessed. Her hair looks slightly off, somehow.]

So. I'd like to get to know all the guys I'll be trying to stop the universal evil with. Maybe make up some smoke signals for when the thing attacks since comm links don't exist.

[Was she serious or just being a sarcastic ass?]

Oh, and the name's Rodimus.

["Jane Human" just doesn't seem like a convincing name. Thanks Holomatter generator, you gave it your best shot.]

bacondivination

You go too far, Iron Man! You know not what you have done, knavish cullion. I will relish taking my revenge, make no mistake. I hate you, hate, with every ounce of my being and this shall not be a mistake you ever dare repeat.

[ Loki's mad. Real mad.

Just in case that wasn't obvious. ]

I was on level four hundred and thirty-three! [ His voice goes high enough it cracks on the last word, and he huffs before continuing. ] Why would you even do that? Is this not against your Midgardian Geneva Conventions? Candy Crush Saga should be sacred and untouchable.

[ He hasn't even checked his other games yet. He deflates somewhat, plaintively fussing: ] It's just so rude.

explosivepenetrators

[ It had been about a day since Peter arrived, and he had to take some time to get his bearings on this strange situation. The last thing he remembered from home was going up in what was probably the last fight of his life against Thanos. And then he was here, with no clue on what happened to either the Mad Titan or one of his closest friends.

He had moped for years, and he couldn't let it continue more than a day here. It may have also been some shock leftover from the events of the Cancerverse. He needed to see what the situation was with the other residents here. It would help if anyone had an idea of what went on back home, and after hearing about the anonymity features in the cafe, he figured that the best option. ]

While trading names first would be the polite thing to do, I don't have the time right now. I have a few questions to see where we all match up:

1) Does "Annihilation War" mean anything to any of you?

2) If you answered yes to the first question, what about "The Fault?"

3) Are there any good places to get a hard drink here?

[ Apologies, everyone. Peter can quite frankly be brusque and an ass when his life's taken an odd turn. For the sake of making sure the questions get out, he repeats them in rough phonetic approximations of the more common Kree and Skrull languages. Long shot, but worth it. ]

afirewithfashion

[It’s colder than it was. The light enters his new suite enters at a lower angle, casting long, ugly shadows. He hasn't taken the time to rearrange this one. He doesn’t like the deep stripes, like bars across the furniture, and it would be almost nothing to move things, give the room better flow -- but every time he tries, his hands begin shaking. He holds them under the desk, out of sight of the console.]

I don’t know exactly how much time has passed.

[He can’t account for it, the gap in his memory. Oh, he remembers. Late summer sunlight, sitting at the table, gathering the pleats of fabric, pinning them in place. The chill light of the city, filtered through the water, as the turtle dove. And then nothing. He sits in front of the console, dressed far too lightly for the sudden onset of cold weather. But his face shows none of the near panic, the unanswered questions. Just a pleasant, even expression.]

It’s obvious that some has; at least several weeks. Is Finnick Odair still here, or maybe Katniss Everdeen?

[Katniss was gone, but maybe... There’s a sick twist of hope in his gut that he struggles to keep hidden. Katniss would know. If she’s here, she could answer the questions that he desperately needs to know the answers to. But he can’t hang his hopes on that.]

Well, even if they aren’t, I’m going to need to get my feet back under me. I’m opening up commissions for made-to-order clothing. My name is Cinna -- I previously worked in Favrielle no Eglantine’s dress shop, and I have several years of tailoring experience. I’d hope there is someone here still who can vouch for my work.

[But he doesn’t know -- it could well have been years. Where was he, in the time he can’t account for? Who had him? He swallows.]

Thank you.

leviathaned

So, turn of the seasons into proper weather aside, I'm afraid I need your help, dear turtleites. [Sei looks remarkably pleased with himself, which is generally a bad sign for everyone.]

There's a man I'm hoping someone can point me towards. Mid-thirties, by his claim, dashingly stubbled, quite charming after his...it might have been his fifth drink? I didn't really count. Dark and handsome, if not very tall.

He didn't leave a note the other day, but I did clean his clothes, and I'd much like to return them to him! It'd be quite the shame if he was without them much longer.

[He chuckles faintly, and keeps...mostly a straight face. straight ish,but clicks off the feed before he cracks up.]

lookedtothestars

[When the feed turns on, both Jor-El and Shockwave are in view. Shockwave is smiling the same smile as always, bursting with the usual amount of energy. Jor-El’s expression is sedate.]

Hello Keeliai. I am Shockwave. Jor-El [A gesture to the man standing to Shockwave’s left] and I wish to announce the creation of Wayne Enterprise’s Science Division in the Metal Sector.

It has been in the process of being readied for some time [the equipment they felt needed wasn’t on the turtle; it took time to build the tools needed to build more advanced equipment] but now we feel it is sufficiently equipped to bring others on.

Everyone is welcome if you have even the slightest wish to help us, or help increase the level of technology in Keeliai as a whole. We’re currently looking into alternatives for the consoles - but there’s any number of projects.

[It’s a very large space they’ve set up in, with a very open floor space and high ceiling. Shockwave was insistent on the latter.]

While a background in or familiarity with the sciences or engineering would be preferable, it will not be necessary. We are willing to accommodate anyone willing to learn.

That’s all for now, but if there’s anyone with any questions - feel free to ask. Thank you for your time.

[And with another bright smile from Shockwave and a slight nod from Jor-El, the feed ends.

ofmyth

[Do not adjust your consoles, turtlefolk, the picture of the slightly scowly person taking up your screen is correct. Thor just happens to have really, really broad shoulders.

He stares silently into the console for a moment longer than might be comfortable for some people.]

To those of you who reside on this turtle whom I have not yet met: greetings. I am Thor, brother of Loki and member of the Avengers.

[Another pause. Why on Earth do people talk to each other on these things? One might as well talk to a brick wall.]

I am responsible for the sudden storm which arrived and so suddenly departed a few nights ago.

If you know of any damage which was caused then, bring it to my attention and I shall put it right. You have my word that any future storms of such magnitude will be kept outside the confines of the city.

[Another pause... and he nods. That's everything he wanted to say.]

[Locked to Tony Stark 616 (20% encryption)]

[Thor is much quieter than when they last spoke.]

We must have words.

[Note: This is following up this happenstance. TL;DR: Thor lost his temper and made it rain and lightning quite badly and there's been slight/mild damage to stuff because YAY FIGHTING?! :'D Feel free to have had something of your character's been damaged by lightning and Thor will come fix it (or just yell at him for being so noisy so late in the evening. Wow such a rude neighbour.)]

alphatar

Hi. My name’s. Korra. I’m the Avatar.

[There’s an awkward pause before she says her name. The cadence in her words is a bit off, a combination of never using the network before (or not that she can recall) and the unknown expectation of who will answer.]

Some of you may know me, I guess?

[Guh, she hates trying to cover it and just tackles the heart of the message.]

Look. I can’t remember anything since I was ghosted. [Or whatever the hell people are calling it.] Not this city, this turtle, or anyone.

But a doctor said that if I just hang around familiar things and people, even scents, then it might help me remember some things. I just, can’t force myself to remember them. So if you recognize me or know something else that could help I’d be grateful.

Current Music: Ending

definingfuture

[Tony starts out sitting in front of the console. He's a little slow to start up what he wants to say-there's an awkward pause beforehand like he's just sizing them up through the video itself.]

So, I've been busy lately. And I've gotten a little distracted by other things, but-

[Something catches in his throat and cuts him off. Tony clears his throat and tries to look casual and calm. He's distracted and maybe in need of some sleep, with his attention wandering from the feed, but he's not going to drop the flippant tone. Especially not now.]

But apparently there have been some strange disappearances lately, and those people might actually still be around.

[He seems to want to say more, but his heart isn't in it. Maybe he should be offering to try to help those semi-disappeared people. Probably. Unfortunately he can't make himself do that.]

That's not what I want to talk about. I need... [Don't finish that, Stark.]

I need someone who knows how to take care of flowers. Horticulture isn't my thing and I have some and I have to make sure they, they don't die, so if you have any advice, I could use it. That or animal counselors. I'm sure those exist out there somewhere.

[ooc: cw for mentions of child deaths and violent arguing.]

leviathaned

[Well, look who came out of his sulk! Sei looks mildly amused and seems to have contracted a chronic case of shirtlessness, so please enjoy the nasty burn scars up his left arm and the chiseled physique.]

...You know, where I'm from, there's usually a lot less small children asking strangers for candy and a lot more dark rituals and insanity-causing booze on Halloween. I'm gonna go ahead and say this is an improvement. The costumes are the same either way, though.

[Just saying, he finds this all mildly mystifying.]

But hey, nevermind that, I had a more important question; who does a guy have to sleep with around here to find someone willing to make a piano? And while I'm at it, what's the music like where you're all from? I could stand to despair the state of the arts some more.

starspangledheart

[Communicating via computers and video is still a relatively new concept to Steve, but most of the time he only needs to be shown how to do something once before he can pick it up and do it on his own. So while he might be sitting a bit too close to the webcam at first, he quickly corrects this by scooting back. Once he is satisfied with his position, he looks straight into the camera.]

My name is Steve Rogers. When I arrived here, they told me I was brought to this world to fight a war, but so far I haven't seen any other soldiers or been given any orders. If we're going up against this enemy, we're all going to have to be on the same page. Where's the nearest military base? I'd like to get in touch with whoever is in command.

[End feed.

No wait just kidding, he can't find the button that turns it off. Steve's brows draw together slightly as he moves the cursor around, clicking on things as he tries to close the camera program. Finally he hits the right one, and the video ends.]

nerdylilspidey

[It's been a day or so since Peter got set up in his suite. He's not entirely sure. He'd been exposed to total information overload when he first showed up, and he needed the time to sit and let it all process. Not that doing so allowed anything to really make sense. But still. And of course with the way his body had refused to cooperate with even the simple task of listening to someone, he'd been in desperate need of some actual rest. But when he next woke up and really felt aware of his situation, only one thought really resounded.

They told him that this was an "In-Between." But Peter wasn't fooled.

Eventually he pulls himself out of bed (with a wince) and makes his way over to the console in his suite. It doesn't take long for Peter to figure out how it works, and as soon as he's got it running, he's turning on the audio feed. He's sure he's still looking pretty beaten up and he doesn't want to alarm anyone, after all. This doesn't feel like a good time for sympathy from total strangers. And "In-Between" or no, keeping his identity a secret was second nature. When he speaks, he's trying to be slow and careful about what he says-- and at the same time, there's a nervousness in his voice along with that slight strain caused by his injuries.]

Um... Hi, everyone. I, uh-- Not to sound ungrateful to the- the people who brought me over here and explained everything, but. Uh. Just wondering if there's somewhere I can go for, y'know, fresh clothes. And.. And maybe some clean bandages...? Or ice packs... Y'know, just-- any stuff like that, that would actually be awesome to get...

[There's a brief pause, during which he can probably be heard fidgeting awkwardly.]

And I... I get that I'm-- we're all stuck here. For like, forever. But-- [He stops again, breath catching. Somebody just level with me. Seriously. Just admit that this is-- some kind of after life and that's why we can't leave.] ... Never mind.

Clean clothes would really help me out a lot, thanks.

veryveryfrightening

[The feed flickers on, though it shows an empty chair and one of kedan welcoming committee pointing at the console. After some barely audible directions, a face looms before the screen coming straight from the side. Blond hair, blue eyes, and a bearded grin appear in front of the console before looking back at the kedan.]

You are sure others can both see and hear me?

[After getting the affirmative, the armor clad figure (red cape and all) plops down on the chair and it begins to roll away due to the momentum of his sitting. The kedan chases after him and some small laughter can be heard as the blond man scoots the chair back into view. His voice is light and amused]

Spinny chair, indeed.

[Loudly, he clears his throat and suddenly his tone is deeper and he leans forward as if to catch the attention of any who might see this.]

Fellow foreigners from distant realms; I am Thor of Asgard, Son of Odin. These kedan have been most helpful of informing me about this Tu Vishan and the perils it faces. I will stand alongside any other warriors who are up to the task presented before us and shall fight as brothers in arms.

[A slightly awkward beat.]

Or brothers and sisters. [He just moves right along after his awkward correction.]

If there are any others from Asgard or from Midgard- er, Earth, whom I know or know me, then speak. A friendly face or voice would be most welcome.

[He turns in his chair to look at the kedan that was instructing him, asking what to do next. After some hurried explanation, Thor's looking in concentration as he finger pecks his way to cutting the feed.]

werethatgood

[ Arriving in her suite, Cassie just. Wandered about for a little bit. Then, because there wasn't anything much for her to do (she should go out and buy clothes, probably, but she's not up for that, right now), she sits at the console and starts flicking through the posts. She sees familiar faces. Hears familiar names, mentioned as having left, too. ]

[ ... and then she sees a face and stops, staring at the video feed, uncertain. Then her hands work to check the date, but it's been a while. And she. ]

[ It's not an accidental post, in that she does mean to start the video and speak. But it is in that she hasn't checked to see that there are private character 'voice mail' inboxes - so it goes public. At least she's stopped crying before she shows up on screen? ]

Daddy?

Current Mood: surprised

vdova

[ Natasha’s face on the screen is blank and unreadable, but for those that know her, she’s probably very unamused. She doesn’t like it when questions aren’t answered, and even less so when she’s actively told not to ask. It just makes her want to ask more.

But this line isn’t secure, and Natasha knows better than to push her luck this early on. Thinking of this like a mission is the easiest way to deal with it. ] Hi. Natasha Romanoff. Stark, Banner, I’ve been told you’re here, so if you could check in, I’d appreciate it.

[ As for work, she’ll deal with that later. Right now, she has to get settled and get information from people who might actually give it to her. ]

casaerotica13

[Well, he's had better days. He died, woke up to a very rude looking woman, been nerfed of his powers, dragged out here, and was told that he needed to find a job. These weird turtle people were about to find a shoe up their ass, but he couldn't really complain, could he? He did think he was dead. Then again, perhaps this was a trick from his brother. Maybe Lucifer didn't actually want to kill him and just sent him here... or maybe this was prolonged torture. Both were possible.]

[His grumbling stopped once he saw his new digs. A tree house? He could legally live in a tree house and everyone would think that was just peachy? Oh hell yeah. Maybe he judged too soon about these guys. Course, there was the issue about his senses being cut off and his witness protection scheme. Others could have shown up, too...]

[Gabriel suddenly realized that he didn't give two shits anymore. Screw Lucifer and Michael. Screw all of them. Once he gave it a night (actually slept, whoa) and began to get some old powers back, he turned on the console.]

How's it hanging, turtle-fiends? I see that this place has been up and running for awhile now but never fear. Gabriel has arrived. You can now start the party. [No, he doesn't plan on explaining which Gabriel. It's a common name, right? Thanks to him, but whatever.]

First order of business, though. I need some sweets from a sweetie and possibly some good tunes. The sound of nature's great and all, but I prefer the sound of fury, if you catch my drift. Don't want birds nesting in my tree with me.

It's my tree. [His.]

Second. I was told that I need to get a job. [He shivers in disgust.] Is anyone willing to pay me to eat candy all day? Sex is also an option, but I'm not sure how many of you want to see me in pumps and fishnets.

If you do and you're female, I live in 2D. Bring ice cream.

wintershepherd

[ Jack looks slightly tired, as though he's been focusing on something for a while and is just worn out from it; in the corner of his screen he's rubbing the skin between his thumb and index fingers. But he still faces the camera with a smile and keeps his voice upbeat, lest give a bad impression on his intended audience. Baby Tooth is a jewel-toned glimmer of colour flitting around in the background. ]

So we've got some new arrivals after quite a while! I know it's a little weird to tell you "welcome" but I promise, I'm not being a jerk about it.

Pepper's not here now so, uhh... unless anyone objects I'm going to keep the welcoming committee together. Anyone who was on it before and still wants to be, or even if you've been here for a while but hadn't heard of it, it's basically what it sounds like. Helping the new people by showing them around, making sure they have everything they need. Most of us arrived missing people and items and, uh, sometimes usable clothes so... that sort of thing.

If you want to help out with it, tell me here, okay?

[ A pause, then he sobers a little. The second part is harder than the first. ]

It's not exactly coincidence since it's been going on for a bit, but there are also some other people who've left in the last few days. Merida and Hiccup are both gone, and maybe others. You can usually tell because their stuff is cleared out of their suites... if you've noticed anyone else, it's best to let others know.

[ He reaches for the button to turn off the feed, then seems to remember something else. ]

Um, if someone could make a text copy of all that, I'd really appreciate it. If I wrote all of that I'm not sure it'd be readable by the end.

[ OOC: Reminder for Jack's revised belief guidelines for existing CR and new people! Thank you~ ♥ ]

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