001 } Can't keep my eyes from circling skies.

[speedboat]

Who: Howard Stark & You
Broadcast: Network
Action: SS Bishop (cockpit)
When: Right meow!

( OPEN BROADCAST )

[ howard has been here a few days, enough to suss out that something has happened. it's caused a bit of disquiet among his crewmembers already since apparently their captain died or something?! whatever. he's finding it disturbingly easy to fall back into this role. peggy told him how long it's been and who else is among them, but in usual peggy fashion: not much else. it's left him bereft and even a bit listless which is very uncharacteristic indeed.

he sets his communicator on the control panel so he can record as he flies. as a result, the feed is much more low-key and features a cool, collected version of howard those who know him might not expect. howard nods his head once to show that he is in fact recording on purpose. ] I hope my Huntress is in good hands. Though I guess... she isn't mine anymore. Forgive me, I'm usually not so bittersweet when saying goodbye to a lady friend. [ something of a wan look shadows his gaze, but it's quick, just a glimmer really. ]

Howard Stark. Ace inventor, innovator, pilot, and now director. [ a bit of a lopsided grin begins to spread across his lips, his mustache twitching with the movement. ] I'm also usually pretty charming if you can believe it. I would say you all missed me, it's been so long, but the turnover in this place is something else.

[ he hesitates over this next part, but he needs the intel. he knows questions will follow, but right now he doesn't care. later he'll be annoyed with himself, naturally. ] And if any of you used to know a Tony Stark or are holding his research... get in touch. [ tightly: ] Please.

( ENCRYPTED TO EDWIN JARVIS )

Hi-de-ho, old pal. [ a warm smile is reserved for his closest friend, even if he doesn't always treat him that way. or most of the time. whoops. ]

( ACTION SHENANIGANS )

Howard has been more-or-less just going through the motions since being assigned to the Bishop. He was actually a bit releaved to be off the Marsiva and have something to occupy his time with, truthfully. But with their captain MIA and everything more than slightly hectic, he's thrown himself into the work full on. He can really only be found in the cockpit or in his quarters for maybe two hours a night/morning. Even trips to the galley are extremely short-lived and involve toting snacks to the pilot's seat. With that said, he will be outspoken when matters of the ship come up that the captain would usually handle. It's easy for him to become attached and though he doesn't know these people yet, he feels responsible for them.

He hates responsibility.

Comments

Voice.

[servantnotserving]

[He's experienced Jarvis' calibration room and recognises this man from his memories. Ah, this will either be wonderful news or an absolute nightmare for Jarvis. Could go either way, in all honesty. Still, for now, Lumière keeps the video feed off. It's easier this way. ]

Ah, welcome back to the Fleet, monsieur Stark. I am a friend of Jarvis, he has spoken a lot about you.

permavideo

[speedboat]

[ great, russians and now the french!! what did he do to deserve this fate :'| other than you know, everything. ]

Well, any friend of Jarvis is a friend of mine. [ wait ] What did he say about me?

voice for a while at least

[servantnotserving]

[He did all the things to deserve this. ALL OF THEM. ]

Only good things, I promise. I am sure he will be delighted to see you.

[He also bitched a little, but servants don't rat on other servants. THERE'S A SACRED BOND THERE. ]

[speedboat]

[ somehow that actually does a lot to bolster his confidence after all this cryptic talks with his future son's not-friends-anymore. ]

He missed me? I mean, of course he did. What's he been up to? How long's he been... [ he's being rude, but he's only realizing it now so he just trails off and leaves it ]

[servantnotserving]

[Lumière's a helper like that. ]

Oh yes, a lot. [PROBABLY.] He is fine, running a bistro, in fact. He has been here longer than I have, so you would have to ask him that himself.

[speedboat]

A bistro. Well, I'll be damned. Sounds like our boy's been busy. [ the 'without me' is implied. ]

[servantnotserving]

Oh, he has! It certainly brings some character to the Iskaulit. Though Jarvis could do that all by himself.

[speedboat]

He's an extraordinarily capable man, that Jarvis. [ his lips twitch into a smile again, impossibly fond. ] ...Does that mean you work for him?

[servantnotserving]

I would not argue that at all. [Cheerfully! ] Oui! I am a waiter, not quite the job I had back home, but it is close enough. It is good to have the opportunity to work again. I am grateful to him for giving me this chance.

[speedboat]

[ that was probably enough gushing... oh nope, there's more. ] He's good at giving chances, too. Sometimes more than a body deserves, even.

[servantnotserving]

[He will gush about Jarvis ALL THE LIVE LONG DAY. Jarvis is the best. ]

Very true! It is a very admirable quality in a person. We are all very glad to have him around.

[speedboat]

Lucky, too. [ of course he and jarvis would just miss each other, like ships in the night. ] I didn't get your name, friend.

[servantnotserving]

I'm Lumière, it's a pleasure to meet you!

[speedboat]

[ wow yep that's suuuuper french. oh well, you're perfect otherwise buddy. ] The pleasure is all mine, pal. I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other. [ since he'll be glued to jarvis like 24/7 ]

[servantnotserving]

[He will be the Frenchiest French you have ever known, Howard. ]

Oh, I look forward to it.

[He really hopes that will give Jarvis time to explain the whole curse or they're going to have a super fun first meeting. ]

[speedboat]

...Same here, bud. Even if I won't recognize you until you open your mouth. [ he'll figure it out eventually... or something. ]

[servantnotserving]

[He laughs; a nervous hah-hah rather than an actual laugh. ]

Oh, trust me, monsieur, you will absolutely notice me before then.

[speedboat]

[ well that's... ominous. though given the kind of creatures he's encountered here, really not surprising. ]

Good to know. [ it's dry without being dismissive, met with a little head nod of acknowledgment. he assumes u are some type of robot or alien or robot alien as history would suggest with these things. ]

[servantnotserving]

Well! Until then, monsieur!

[The amount of people who assume he is a robot alien is already startlingly high. ]