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and the probability that this will be fatally dangerous for any involved parties is... what?

[ He doesn't expect it's anything even remotely dangerous, but he has to give shit for the sake of it. ]

Well it involves locked areas of the ship. The exploration of which, in the past, resulted in the release of Ploitas. So ...

[ Danger level may be on a sliding scale depending upo ... nah, actually it had the possibility of being dangerous. ]

oh

[ WELP. ]

i was definitely kidding
but that's good to know

Still want to be told and/or participate when I set it up? Or would you rather be capable of plausible deniability?

pal, did you forget i'm a superhero?
dangerous nonsense is literally all i do

[ Translation: duh, of course he's all in. ]

Since there is a high probability that this is a bad idea; I didn't want to assume.

so your first act as self-claimed dictator...s of science department is to ban robots from the place? sounds fun. tell me how it goes

i'm flattered by the overwhelming concern, dear

fortunately, bad ideas are exactly my speed

[ Mettaton. No. ]

I'm learning so much about the kinky shit you're into. Anything else you wanna share while I solder your wrist attachments back together? I can keep a secret.

[ He doesn't wait for an answer, though he's genuinely, morbidly curious as he sets about fixing the weakened metal joints. What are robots even into? Probably some crazy shit Tony's never even thought of before. ]

[ Tony snorts and rolls his eyes. Good old fashioned Medusa patronization, which should probably piss him off more than it does. It's mostly just annoying. ]

Listen — there's no way for you to know this, but I'd been an Avenger for four days by the time the Ingress plucked me through the multiverse. I'm not about to quit my day job and tattoo it on my forearm.

[ Which might all be (morbidly) funny one day, in retrospect, when he learns just how In Deep he'll one day end up. ]

hey, not ALL of them
that Ratchet guy is alright

[ He's only a half-hearted space racist, tyvm ]

some of the others, though...

Look h-here Mr. Stark, I kno-know you have me p-positively at y-y-your mercy, and the mercy of y-yo-your tools, but aren't you just g-getting a little familiar there~?

[Does Tony actually want to know?]

But if the secret's s-so important to you, I-I prefer it r-rough! Quite rough!

[Someone needs Jesus.]

[Ratchet?]

maybe. but im pretty sure sans took his furry boyfriend with him when he decided to bail. so guess youre stuck with the others

im locked out.

Incredible.

[ THIS BULLSHIT HAS UNEXPECTEDLY IMPROVED HIS MOOD A GOOD, LIKE, 400%. Thanks Mettaton. ]

So, what, like - is that a programmed behavior? Did your creator sit down and say "hell yes, I wanna make a robot who's really into spanking," or did you just pick that up later? I have so many questions.

[ This is suddenly the most suspect soldering job he's done in his whole life. ]

[ The response comes immediately, because guess who never sleeps. ]

y'know, it's okay to open it "hey, sup, i'm alive again"

[ Not that he was concerned, except that he fucking was, asshole. ]

how the hell are you locked out? the doors have biometrics

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okay
so
that's a mental image about the skeleton's sex life that i really didn't want
i was actually talking about the cranky robo-doc one

hey im alive again

and im not even going to pretend i know what that is the thing is none of the rooms open for me anymore. so you better be there in yours because ill be there in ten minutes.

[ She's lucky he is in his room, for a refreshing change of pace. But he can't fathom why all of the doors on the Moira would suddenly decide to blacklist her credentials. ]

much better
i'll leave the door unlocked

[ If she were not such a polite (i.e. cold) woman, she might laugh in his face just for that. ]

My understanding from my sister is that it has a way of getting to you. It "sucks you in". I believe those were her exact words.

[ Which is certainly true. But completely devoid of context, for Crystal certainly didn't get sucked in herself, and if the Avengers "got to her", it wouldn't be in a positive way. ]

[She might have said ten minutes but in reality it takes more than half an hour for her to get there. Waking up from cryo is alone enough to leave you feeling groggy and moody but add resurgence to that? Coming back from dead isn't nearly as confusing or intense experience as it was the first time. But the.. disoriented senses are definitely there, just like the lapses in her memory.

Now, she wishes the memory problems would be about the events before her death rather than remembering the locations on this ship. Those are the memories she'd rather be without.

For a while, she walks circles around the ship she used to know like the back of her pockets, stopping more than once trying to remember just where she was supposed to go. It's both jarring and frustrating, only souring her mood.

Hell, she almost walks past of Tony's room but luckily doesn't get too far before she realizes her mistake. She backtracks and pushes his door open, looking pale and messy with dark rings around her eyes.]

Hey. [She gives him a greeting and closes the door behind her, giving the room quick scan with her eyes.] Where's your roomie Mr. whats-his-name?

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T-to be quite honest, it wouldn't su-surprise me if she considered i-i-it! But no, it's a co-con-contingency, actually! I c-can't usually feel anything, and what--whatever I feel is not the same as what y-you feel.

[This would be so much easier if he could talk straight, but hey. At least he's explaining, and at least it does make sense. Or should.

Maybe not.]

Alphys pro-programmed a sense of p-pain if I'm ex-experiencing something likely to l-leave lasting damage! Like bl-blunt force trauma, o-or compromising internal damage.

[He pauses, watching Tony work for a moment. The next part o this explanation actually does make their entire conversation technically not safe for work, but you better not stop, Mr. Stark.]

How I ch-choose to perceive this "pain" is a-a-all on me. B-b-better to enjoy pain than enjoy f-feeling absolutely no-nothing.

It makes me feel alive!

[ For the most part Adrien could be found in the medical tent; working. Were it up to him, that's where he'd been constantly, throwing himself into his work as a way to ignore all the personal shit that wanted to bubble up.

Unfortunately the extent of his injuries, even in the wake of Elena's excellent medical care, meant that he just physically couldn't do it. So every so often he found a small nook or craney to stuff himself in and sleep for a bit.

Oddly enough, even though the idea of a 'shared' room was effectively gone now, like a cat showing up where you last fed him, Adrien settled in the spot where Tony seemed to have alighted. Not that the Iron Man was doing much sleeping, that fact didn't escape the doctor but the space had Stark's signature all over it. So of course that's where the doctor curled himself up in some blankets and sacked out.

For the record he missed the swinging beds. Not that he couldn't sleep on the ground in a small bundle of blankets but he did appreciate a mattress. Ah well. Courser was curled up on the ground next to his companion, his colorful tail folded across his nose and his ears alert for any sounds out of the ordinary. Stark moving about was not considered out of the ordinary.

At one point, when Adrien was balled up and doing his best to make a pillow out of a rock, Tony would return to find a piece of paper tacked somewhere he couldn't ignore it. Trying to find time to actually talk, with both of them busy running like hell while standing in place, was near impossible.

Besides, sometimes writing and reading, were easier than sitting and talking. ]

Well that sucked.

I'm writing this because trying to do this as a conversation would be painful for both you and me and I think we've had enough painful. But don't imagine that I can't see what you're doing to yourself.

We took a gamble. We ... repeated after me ... WE took a gamble. This isn't on you and I know you want to take it, because that's what you do in that never ending quest to find what we both know we'll never receive. I was told once, that in trying to take it all on myself I was being a little arrogant; thinking the universe rose and fell on the strength of my decisions alone.

Yeah, I still struggle with that shit, but the words made an impact when I heard them.

If we'd done nothing, we would be on a ship that was already decaying around us. We would have been facing an unknown contagion that risked the crew and an even riskier attempt to resolve it. We were in the frying pan.

So we took a gamble; and now sure ... it looks like we're in the fire and some of us are dead, and no I can't promise you they're coming back. I can't even figure out how to manage the cryo units; which remind me to dig out the anti-grav units. That's how we'll move them.

Sorry, my thought process still gets muddled.

I can't promise you anything, Tony. Did we do right? Did we do wrong? I know how it looks at the moment and it sucks, but we're here and the only direction we have is forward, and if you suggest that I wrote any of this next bit I will fucking shoot you in the knee.

You're mad at yourself right now so these words may not mean shit to you but you need to understand that you saved my life. I was going to die in that cargo bay, the Scourge (that's what they're called by the way) were there to kill me and they weren't going to stop.

I owe you my life and my gut tells me that I'm not the only one on the crew who owes you that debt.

It's going to be hard for a bit, harder than it was and I can understand if you're done with it. You want to be angry at yourself, alright we seem to have some time while we shake off this bad landing, by angry. Be angry, be furious, be ready to throw in the towel and fold up inside where it's ... safe. I wouldn't blame you, especially as I suspect you're in a very dark and lonely place right now.

But while you're doing that to yourself, when you stop to take a breath, I hope you'll remember that you're not alone.

We need you, Tony; I need you.

Okay, reading time over now. Please destroy this so we can purposeful forget to acknowledge it when I wake up.

AA

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Y'know, I'd say some of that seems concerning, but who am I to judge? As long as you're having a good time, you've got my full support, pal.

[ Tony shuts the tool off, giving Mettaton a long, considering look. ]

Though I gotta say, as much fun as this is, I think we should address that vocalization problem before we deal with the other arm.

[ He's gonna hear robotic stuttering in his sleep if this goes on much longer. ]

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