wedonot | TWENTY EIGHT ✖ VOICE/SPAM

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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.]

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[Well yes but Charles through a punch, it counts. B(]

I do try to surprise.

[Barely.]

Of course. [And he's quiet again as he considers his next move, glancing up at his friend after a moment and giving him a small smile.] Thank you, Erik.

[For you know. Being here and listening and generally being a good friend. B(]

[That catches him by surprise; Erik doesn't much think of himself as a good friend, or a good person. And it's - a pleasant reminder, that someone else does.

Of course he can't bring himself to really respond to that, so he just nods, holding Charles' eyes so he won't think Erik is just writing it off. As if he could be anywhere else.]

[He wasn't expecting him to, but he wanted to say it, and he feels like it's important to remind him every now and again, that he wasn't alone and he was a good man who had people who cared.

Still, it's not like Charles is really great at pushing this sort of thing more than he already has, so he just smiles and goes back to the game.]

Very clever move, by the way. You could have me in check within the next few moves.

Ah. [Now Erik smiles, because chess is much easier to discuss than feelings.]

You mean to say I will have you in check.

[Chess is SO much easier than feelings, let's only talk about chess. B(]

You hope. [lol you will that really was a good move.]

I don't have to hope, Charles. [Because yup he sees it playing out, you're screwed buddy 8)]

And here I thought I was the arrogant one. [So screwed, but he's playing through anyway because that's how you be a good sport.]

I obviously learned from the best. [Man he missed this. :c]

[He did too. :c Why are we fighting again. :C]

I would say that's flattering, but I think I preferred your half compliment about being a decent warden.

[I CAN'T REMEMBER :C]

They're all half compliments, Charles, you really should get used to them.

TWENTY EIGHT ✖ VOICE/SPAM

[Spam] this is why you should listen to him B(

[Spam] and he will never tell you it happened B(

[Spam] BUT :C

[Spam] HE WILL NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT

[Spam] NOPE C:

[Spam] exactly :c

[Spam] ...damn it :C

[Spam] someday you'll get a truth flood, hang in there erik

[Spam] fine B(

[Spam] :3

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