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[housepartyprotocol]

Who: Tony Stark and anyone!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Still on The Marsiva
When: Now

[ The video feed crackles to life, and on the screen is a man looking equal parts composed and annoyed. He settles into the frame and smiles wryly.]

I'm not going to waste time here asking where we are, since I'd like to think we can all recognize space, but fair warning: you've got about [ he looks at his watch ] 2 minutes before I start taking this place apart. Not a threat, just making you aware that without a pretty impressive explanation, I will cannibalize your lovely and expensive ship and fly myself home.

[ He smiles briefly and with no humor before sitting back in his chair and tapping his watch. ]

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[stagstorm]

[Ah. That satisfaction in surprising others. Somehow it never gets old.]

It was your claim, not mine.

[housepartyprotocol]

[ Realizing that he's been misunderstood. ]

Don't worry Hagrid, I don't plan on eating anyone.

[stagstorm]

[Robert has a laugh at that.]

Worried? Har! I hoped you might try. A fight might liven things up here.

[housepartyprotocol]

[ Looking him up and down. ]

Yeeeeah... nope. Won't be fighting you.

[stagstorm]

Bah. It's just as well. [He crosses his arms and huffs out a breath. Gods, but he's so achingly bored. Robert has very simple passions, but this place lacks any of them that he can take advantage of.]

So what are you, then? One of these Abogans?

[housepartyprotocol]

Excuse me? 'Abogans'? No. Human. At least 95%.

[stagstorm]

Then you've been brought here, same as I. [Well, he'll make the best of it. He steps forward to give Tony a hearty clasping of the shoulder.] Well met. This is the Morseven. A big bloody waste of space.

[housepartyprotocol]

[ Looks at the hang on his shoulder with some disdain, but doesn't try to remove it. ]

Right.

Been here long? Or did you just wake up too?

[stagstorm]

I arrived a few days past. I've had little to do but pace this bloody beast.

[And a beast it is. The ship is as big as a castle might be, yet not nearly so entertaining. He hasn't found a single serving wench to sneak off to some abandoned bedchamber with.]

[housepartyprotocol]

[ Looking around again himself. ]

Couldn't find a TV?

[stagstorm]

A what? [Speak medieval, good man.]

[housepartyprotocol]

[ Tony makes a face at that. ]

Okay, lets start slower. You know we're in space, right?

[stagstorm]

Aye. I am not daft, ser.

[He doesn't really understand the concept. But he's been told he's in space and so he's accepted that.]

[housepartyprotocol]

Okay, but you look like you came barreling out of Dungeons & Dragons, so I'm still trying to figure out the baseline.

[stagstorm]

[He snorts.] Is that what you think? I've been in no dungeons and I've seen to the last of the dragons.

[Even if those dragons were of the human variety.]

[housepartyprotocol]

Wow, that was honestly more literal than I was expecting.

[stagstorm]

You're a peculiar man. Do you have a name or would giving it bewilder you further?

[housepartyprotocol]

Tony Stark.

[stagstorm]

Stark. You don't look much like a Stark. [He is no expert on family history, but he didn't think there were many Starks left outside of Ned's immediate family. Still...]

[housepartyprotocol]

Is there a look you're more familiar with? Higher beard volume maybe?

[stagstorm]

Aye. And more lordly. [Tony Stark looks noble enough... but only because of the care put into his beard trimming. Peasants didn't bother with that. Nor did most lords, given the nature of Robert's own bushy beard.]