third shot; voice

[bring_em_down]

Whoever told Tony to sing Rolling in the Deep is getting an earful from me later. You know who you are. Next time, go with Styx. Or better yet, skip karaoke night altogether.

Coffee: lesson one. The stuff here? Two level scoops and a generous half. Only way it's palatable. That's my contribution. In exchange... I'm looking for a solid supply of canvas and some stiff packing materials. Takers will get coffee, or a serenade.

[At which point, listeners will hear the chorus of this as sung by a very drunk Tony Stark. THE BEEB.]

[100% encrypted to that Other Clint Barton (if you can hack this, your name is Tony Stark):]

I saw the rumor. I want to meet her.

[70% encrypted to Francis Barton]

Time's up.

Comments

voice;

[bring_em_down]

[...............]

Styx. The band.

voice;

[predictor]

[ trolololol ]

Yeah, I figured. Wouldn't be my first choice, though.

voice;

[bring_em_down]

Not my first choice, either. That was what popped into my head, though.

voice;

[predictor]

They're better than what he's singing. [... speaking of] Your, uh... backup singer alright?

[He sounds drunk, bro]

voice;

[bring_em_down]

That's Tony. He's a free spirit.

voice;

[predictor]

Sounds like an understatement.

What sort of packing materials you on the lookout for?

voice;

[bring_em_down]

Looking to make some targets. Bow-friendly.

voice;

[predictor]

Right, the archer thing.

I can keep a look out. You find a shooting range? [He desperately needs to run a check on his gun and uh. Firing in his room is probably not a good idea.]

voice;

[bring_em_down]

We're working on the space issue. Interior space, not outer space. We've already got that.

voice;

[predictor]

[There's a moment of silence on Aaron's end as he debates something, mulls a few things over and...]

So you're an archer.

You know the others on the ship?

voice;

[bring_em_down]

I've met a couple.