mark v suit ❦ [ video + action? + one encrypted text ]
[ dear smiley, you suck. well more particularly, your timing does. if only because tony was attempting to make his own way to medical with a fair number of stumbles along the way (honestly, the walls jumped out at him). but then you have the audacity to be all ~follow me~ and of course tony stopped to look and promptly stumbled once again, this time onto the floor. fun fact about the floor, it feels really nice to a guy with that weird sickness thing that seems to be going around. so he's choosing to stay there for now. what the video shows everyone is the ceiling, a charming view that he knows everyone appreciates.
he's not going to show off how he looks unless you really ask or manage to be the one of the people finding him, but hey it's better that way. you don't want to see any blueness he has going on. there's a sour burp heard before tony actually starts to speak. ]
That was disgusting. And I'm- technically no, I'm not sorry because it was bodily function and let me tell all of you that it was even more disgusting for me. [ a pause. ] I believe Kirk deserves some applause for managing to beat me in telling you all shit so you should all do that, maybe. He deserves it. [ and then there's some clapping. ] See? I even did it.
But anyway, I'm on the floor right now, it's a nice view from down here, I'll admit, but hypothetically I may not be able to get up right now. I know, this is a shocking concept because I'm kind of an energizer bunny and that doesn't usually happen to me. That being said, who might be willing to maybe find me, swing by, help a guy out here so he's not stuck on this, arguably really nice floor, and can maybe get himself to medbay? Possibly with your assistance so I don't have to make this message again. Even though it's a lot of fun making it right now.
And as much as I love all of you, letting you see the ceiling is a much better choice than letting you see me right now. Don't worry, later I'll say hi and you'll get to see me looking a little less gross.
[ encrypted 100% to aberdeen ]
are you going blue right now?
[ ooc | SO. unless i remember wrong, dibs on finding go to sue storm, and then the actual dragging part of this goes to both natasha and clint but seriously feel free to offer help or mock tony. it's all good. and bear with me on slowness. C: ]
he's not going to show off how he looks unless you really ask or manage to be the one of the people finding him, but hey it's better that way. you don't want to see any blueness he has going on. there's a sour burp heard before tony actually starts to speak. ]
That was disgusting. And I'm- technically no, I'm not sorry because it was bodily function and let me tell all of you that it was even more disgusting for me. [ a pause. ] I believe Kirk deserves some applause for managing to beat me in telling you all shit so you should all do that, maybe. He deserves it. [ and then there's some clapping. ] See? I even did it.
But anyway, I'm on the floor right now, it's a nice view from down here, I'll admit, but hypothetically I may not be able to get up right now. I know, this is a shocking concept because I'm kind of an energizer bunny and that doesn't usually happen to me. That being said, who might be willing to maybe find me, swing by, help a guy out here so he's not stuck on this, arguably really nice floor, and can maybe get himself to medbay? Possibly with your assistance so I don't have to make this message again. Even though it's a lot of fun making it right now.
And as much as I love all of you, letting you see the ceiling is a much better choice than letting you see me right now. Don't worry, later I'll say hi and you'll get to see me looking a little less gross.
[ encrypted 100% to aberdeen ]
are you going blue right now?
[ ooc | SO. unless i remember wrong, dibs on finding go to sue storm, and then the actual dragging part of this goes to both natasha and clint but seriously feel free to offer help or mock tony. it's all good. and bear with me on slowness. C: ]
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...Good rescue team. They're not hit? And yeah, already there. Started out there, actually, then I may have passed out. A bit.
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i thought so too. she's hit, but he's not. can't tell how bad hers is because ha ha everything notwithstanding she does think it's cool to lie to me. and i wouldn't trust her. but she's got some blue coloring too.
...passed out a bit. kind of like how i just tripped a bit?
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The bed next to me's empty, you can prod to your heart's content.
[ once you get here and i can keep a blurry, irritated eye on you, he's not saying. ]
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...and that sounds downright sexual, doctor banner. inviting me in a bed and inviting me to prod you.
[ somewhere buried in that statement there's happiness. it's the idea of bruce wanting him to be nearby that makes him smile. it mostly makes the annoyed feelings about how he'll be watched mostly go away. ]
put sign on the thing. i don't want you to be stuck next to someone dumb.
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It sounds downright sexual to absolutely no one but you. Sexual would be implying we should share a bed. Which, you'll note, I didn't do.
[ and with tony, he'll poke right back, because they apparently communicate their bromance in poking, verbal and otherwise. ]
While I'm at it why don't I just lick it so everyone knows it's taken?
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you just did though. or you admitted that you thought about what that would mean. besides, maybe we'll have to. MAYBE THEY'LL RUN OUT BEDS.
[ there's some form of irony that comes with that when tony had to actually debate with bruce on the merits of poking him the first night on the ship. weird. ]
a) you're not an animal, so no. b) that's unsanitary, so no. c) ew. no need to lick it.
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if they run out of beds, we're still not sharing. you can tag along with natasha.
[ they are boys, the end. ]
a: not habitually, no. b: that was one of those jokes you keep telling me to make. c: blanket lint isn't something i need to add to my stomach, anyway.
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she doesn't like me though. :( you like me. we make for cooler bedmates. we're brooooos.
[ tony stop pressing the o so much. ]
a) never. big guy is armor. remember that. b) i know. but still. ew. c) ...theoretically it might settle it.
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we're brews, spelled phonetically. all right.
[ apparently the nice meds and delirious sickness allow bruce to snark even more easily. ]
a: most armor doesn't require you to give up motor control. b: your kryptonite is licked blankets. good to know. c: theoretically monty python is the real answer to what our universe is made up of, that doesn't make it advisable to follow up on as a seriously considered idea.
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...you are a dick. b r o. I JUST HAVE A LOVE AFFAIR WITH THE O.
[ oh god they are both going to look back at this and wince. (well bruce more than tony probably.) ]
a) you did not see my first tests with the iron man suit. and that is armor. b) ...don't get me one for my birthday. c) and yet people have. sometimes i take advice from them. and i'm not dead yet.
so theoretically. it's okay. c:
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is it time for rubber/glue? i can't tell if we've reached that stage of immaturity, yet. it's been a while for me. and does pepper know about you and the o?
[ yeah, bruce is going to be terribly happy this is locked. ]
a: key words-- "first tests". b: i would never dream of it. c: your phrasing on that sentence alone proves my point for me.
theoretically, the moon is made of live mice.
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how is this even a rubber/glue conversation? unless you want to tell me that your mouth tastes like glue. which okay, considering how my stomach is acting, i can guess might be an okay answer. and we have. b t w. C: also, yes, we frequently talk about letting it into our relationship before she gives me the "tony no" look.
a) also when it's breaking down. god give me the win already. b) you would too. troll. c) no. it does not prove a single thing.
no. it's actually made of cheese.
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as in "i am rubber and you are glue". it was the least mature thing i could come up with that didn't involve your face which i still don't understand as an insult. "your face". it doesn't make sense.
a: we shall fight on the beaches and landing grounds and also, no. people let you win too much. b: troll, really? c: does too.
your theory is no more valid than mine. live mice.
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it means your face is ugly. because god your face, banner it's so disgusting that it needs to fuck right off. no, i hate the insult because it's dumb. seriously, i came up with better shit when i was five.
a) ...did you seriously quote churchill at me? really? quoting churchill at me. and not the point. i'm sick i should win. b) be thankful it wasn't trolololo c) does not.
live mice need something to eat. therefore cheese.
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that doesn't make any sense. but i believe you did.
a: what's wrong with churchill? and i'm sick too, so try that one again. b: ...what? c: does too.
they're self-sustaining live mice.
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purpose of that insult is to not make sense.
a) which war was he in, banner. remember that and you might have your answer. and if you can get out of bed, i'm sicker. b) the ones who randomly change text colors who aren't smiley. c) does not.
no such thing. ask betty. c:
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well that doesn't make sense.
a: coming from the president of the ac/dc fanclub, i'm taking that with a grain of salt. nothing wrong with classics. and i can't, what now. b: i say again: what? c: does too.
she'll take my side. she always does, god knows why.
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what part doesn't make sense? the fact that the insult isn't supposed to make sense?
a) did you just- did you just diss ac/dc. we cannot be friends if you're doing that. and look. world war two and i'm a stark, i'm not having a moment of LET ME EXPLAIN THINGS TO YOU. we had that conversation like a week ago. ALSO. hole in my chest + not being able to get up. i win. b) they call themselves trolls? and i call them trolololos c) does not.
because she loves you or some shit like that. you are not asking me why she does that, i'm not even drunk enough or sick enough to deal with that topic of conversation.