Entry tags:
- [game]: lastvoyages,
- clint you'll put someone's eye out,
- erik is my heterosexual life partner,
- i hate the wheelchair,
- jfc good luck sara,
- killing loki will not bring you peace,
- killing tony will not bring me peace,
- my inmate is iron man,
- natasha is the only well behaved one,
- so fucking disappoint with everyone,
- the star spangled man with a plan,
- the x-men are better than the avengers,
- this is a fact,
- tony stark is a dick
TWENTY EIGHT ✖ VOICE/SPAM
[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.]
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.]
Private - Disclaimer: Gwen is not a doctor and is making shit up with help from the internet :|
The bullet lodged in the L4 vertebrae, and was removed shortly after the injury occurred, but the doctors made it fairly clear I would have been paralyzed even if it hadn't been taken out and removing it didn't cause any more significant damage. I was MedEvaced back to the United States as quickly as possible, but honestly once the shock started to wear off I realized I couldn't feel my legs. I still have some function below the waist, but I can't walk.
Private - making shit up is what we do
I'm afraid I don't have any methods to suggest. [There had been the extraordinary options, back home, with more risks than she'd been willing to take, but they aren't available here.]
But I know a thing or to that could help in the meantime.
Private - I guess that is sort of the point :|a
I'd be happy to listen.
Private
Barbara leans forward slightly, hands clasping in her lap.]
I know one of the worst things for me was feeling helpless. Vulnerable. I can only imagine how much worse it is here.
Private
You don't happen to be familiar with mutants?
Private
No, but I think we might call them metahumans, in my world. People born with unique capabilities? [Her tone is fairly neutral, with a hint of fondness. Thos unique capabilities have saved her butt more than once.]
Private
But, in any case, I'm a telepath, and having that taken away from me without warning is something that's been next to impossible to get used to. Otherwise, I've never felt particularly threatened by people here, because I had something I could use to defend myself if need be.
Private
[Her eyes widen slightly, as she takes in the knowledge and imagines what it must be like - to have that power, and suddenly be cut off from it.]
That must be horrific. Like losing a sense, for most people. [Not entirely, but it's the best metaphor she can come up with.
She shakes her head.]
I can't make it any better, but I could help you compensate a bit.
Private
How?
Private
[Barbara bends down, retrieving a pair of smooth steel rods from her under seat compartment.]
Ever heard of Eskrima?
Private
Private
Private
Private
I did some investigating - my dad's a cop, and he wasn't getting anywhere with the case - and when she found out...well.
[She shakes her head.] I realised if I was going to be dealing with that kind of thing I needed to know new ways to defend myself.
Private
Private oops wrong redhead
Not through physical violence, though. It's honestly not what I rely on, most days. But it's good to know you're capable, if it comes to that.
lol at least you didn't call Bucky Dick :c
no subject
What do your friends want to teach you?
Private
Private
You might want a lower back, though. [She shifts, gesturing to her own chair, which barely covers her lower back.] It'll give your more manoeuvrability. That'll help with Eskrima, too.