TWENTY EIGHT ✖ VOICE/SPAM

[wedonot]

[Public]

Mr. Stark has been taken down to Level Zero, and he'll remain down there for three days. Just so everyone's aware.

[Private to the Admiral]

I need all the alcohol removed from Mr. Stark's room, as well as anywhere else he's stashed it on the Barge. I'd also like an unmodified, non-Stark Industries wheelchair, please.

[Warden Filtered, minus Jean, Clint and Steve]

I lost the use of my legs in an accident approximately two months before I came to the Barge. Adjusting to life without them has been- [Awful, and honestly, he really hates giving all of you even this much information about it. He doesn't like talking about himself or how he feels about things, least of all the stuff that actively bothers him.] Difficult. When I first came to the Barge, it was with the promise that if I graduated an inmate, I would have full use of them restored, which, admittedly, [And there's some self depreciating humor in his voice at this.] must seem a bit selfish to most of you.

The point is, I don't know that I can wait until an inmate of mine graduates to be able to walk again, especially in light of [His voice sticks in his throat a little and he clears it awkwardly.] what happened, last port. And the fact that such events are just another factor of living here has made me start considering other alternatives, because I certainly don't have plans to leave. I have a few more things I'd like to ask the Admiral about that are a little less time sensitive and potentially dangerous before their resolution.

So, if anyone has information about technology or procedures or anything that would be able to help repair the damage, I'd appreciate being able to discuss it with you.

[Private to Ariadne]

I'd like to sincerely apologize for Mr. Stark's actions and assure you that it won't happen again.

[Private to Sara]

Mr. Barton's post apparently inspired Mr. Stark to get it in his head that drunkenly attacking your inmate with a weapon he was planning on making from cannibalized parts of my wheelchair was an excellent way to spent a Sunday evening. I'm working on coming up with incentive for him to avoid this sort of plot in the future, but I thought you should be informed.

[Private to Clint]

Mr. Barton? I'm Mr. Stark's warden. We should speak.

[Private to Natasha]

I don't know how much of what happened last night you've been made aware of, but I think I need to speak with you, regardless.

[Private to Steve]

I think we need to have a serious discussion about Mr. Stark.

[Private to Tony]

I'm going to be escorting you to Mr. Pinkman's support group from here on out. I've confiscated all the alcohol in your room, and once you've sobered up, we're going to have a serious talk about how to proceed moving forward.

[Private to Erik]

I need a fucking drink.

[ooc: So after Clint's post, this happened and then this happened, and then this happened, which led to further warden/inmate discussions in the previously linked post. Basically, Charles is furious with Tony, and he and Erik dragged him down to Zero.]