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okay
maybe we should talk about this in person

Blackagar always found silence effective. It is good odds that he will eventually deflate if you don't respond and don't give him any reaction.

[ The joke being that Black Bolt always responds with silence. ]

I have tried to give Dr. Banner my best understanding of how such phenomenon worked when I have encountered them in the past. Unfortunately I cannot recreate the data from the Cancerverse incursion for you, or Reed's technology, but I would still be happy to illuminate whatever I could.

Perhaps that would be best. Where can I find you?

[ JARVIS feeds the data into a nearby laptop as Tony waves a dismissive hand. A whole lot of people around here are starting to owe him favors. He'd deny any altruistic motives - if nothing else, he needs to keep busy to stay sane in this place - but he's also aware he can cash in on those debts later, if necessary. ]

I'll open you a tab.

[ ooc: Trying out an idea for snits and giggles. ]

Edited 2016-08-25 15:06 (UTC)

[ It was rare that he and Tony were in the room at the same time and sometimes a quick comment did not warrant a full on conversation across the MID.

Thus, sticky notes became a thing.

This particular note was left on Tony's shoe, where he'd be sure to see it. ]

If you're done working on the moonshine, how much effort would it be to cobble together a coffee pot for the room?

A

[ It was late shift on the Moira; AKA sleep time.

Name two people who were not sleeping?

Adrien was sitting up in his bunk, a light on just over his shoulder as he worked at one of his word search puzzles. Courser was sitting just across the room watching Tony tinker.

About the fifth time he heard a curse, clatter and the sound of Courser retrieving some bit or bob, the doctor tilted his book down so he could peer over it. ]

I don't think it wants to do whatever it is you're trying to make it do.

[ No, seriously there it was.

Clean and neatly folded atop Tony's bed. Including his sheets and towels.

Not a word. Not one fucking word. ]

[ With the good (clean laundry) comes the mischief.

Such as those times when the tools for Tony's current project are carefully moved two inches away from their original location.

Or if Tony had put his tools away, the bits and pieces of whatever he was working on, are left neatly stacked like some sort of Jenga puzzle. ]

[ As a rule, Adrien didn't let him sleep for longer than four hours at a stretch. Sometimes he'd sleep for four hours, wake himself up for an hour and then go back to sleep but as a rule; no more than four hours.

But some times the exhaustion was just too much and he went past his four hours. These were the nights when the nightmares would inevitably visit.

Mostly they were contained to restless shifing around in the bed and quiet murmuring, perhaps some soft pleading; but occasionally they ended with a shout that inevitably ended when Adrien shot straight up in bed and smacked his head on the bunk above him.

No. No, he didn't want to talk. Just pretend you didn't see that. ]

[ Sometimes when he was sure the room was his own for a bit, Adrien cranked up the music on his MID, particularly if he was just cleaning up the area a little bit.

He didn't have many songs but he had one song that was something of a go too.

Hard to tell how long it took but at some point, he would give in to the quirky beat and begin to dance as he cleaned, singing along with the lyrics.

The good news? He doesn't have a half bad voice for it. ]

[ It's a couple of hours after leaving said sticky note that Adrien receives any indication of 'message received.' It arrives in the form of a very concise text message. ]

holy shit

[ Why did he never think of this? He's the worst genius to ever live, hands down. ]

[ As it has been a couple of hours, and someone is deep into his work shift, Adrien doesn't immediately connect the text cursing to his note. ]

Please tell me you're not saying this because the Ingress just imploded or something like that?

you know where the Ingress room is?

[ Because what is Tony ever doing if not working, let's be honest. ]

you ass
if the Ingress imploded i promise you'd be dead

no, this is about how inefficiently we've been pursuing substance abuse this whole time

[ A coffee pot. Somewhere he doesn't have to travel to reach it. ]

Knowing you, you'd be cursing from beyond the grave.

[ It takes him a moment to put this together but only a moment. ]

Exactly! You're a genius, surely putting together a coffee making device that we can hoard in our room is well within your capabilities.

[ Not that either of them needed more coffee. This was entirely a matter of want and convenience. ]

look after the bar for tonight, ok? ill be busy.

[ Oh REALLY. ]

getting lucky?

[really]

maaaybe.

as least SOMEBODY around here is having some fun
protection and all that, blah blah, don't do anything i wouldn't

[ That bar is set so fucking low. ]

is this jealousy i'm reading here? can't help that im so darn cute and popular. also dont worry. its not like i can get pregnant. but thanks for the advice ;)

[yes it was mid 50s when she took the health class. the talk never happened.]

darling, you see right through me

[ Does he wanna be the one to have the STD talk with J?

...

Nah. Nope. Fuck no. ]

i'll be sure to flirt with all your regulars in your stead

awww, ill be sure to text you once im free again.

[good thinking Tony.]

thanks. just try not to break any hearts. we really dont need any more drama happening there.

[Vision doesn't answer that text. Instead, less than a minute later he shows up in the Ingress room, phasing through a wall because doors are for people who aren't distracted by their own colossal failures. He comes to rest a few feet from Tony, his eyes glued to the ground.]

Tony. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important. It's only...it seems I cannot stop making grave miscalculations where the Maximoffs are concerned. I was hoping--

[He doesn't finish. He doesn't know what he is hoping for, exactly. But this is something people do, isn't it? Seek others out when they are lost and need to hear something other than their own thoughts? Beyond that, he hasn't exactly thought this through.]

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Roomie shit

Sticky note

WTF is sleep?

Here's your laundry asshole

He does have a sense of humor?

Nightmares

Dancing

im starting with this one bc oh my god

COFFEE POT!

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text - sent after they've passed the luminous sea

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