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

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Wow. Talk about a legend walking into town. It's not exactly on par with meeting the heroes he used to love watching while he grew up, but there's no one alive in America who doesn't know the Stark name. All the good tech comes from there. Plus, you know, the whole Iron Man... thing.

Which is why Billy's response is a little hesitant, though he tries in vain to hide it. Never had the best history with that guy.]

Um. Tony Stark was... here?

[ howard blinks. ] Is that a question or...?

[ he shrugs, he's tired. he decides to just answer it without his usual theatrics. ] He was here the last time I rolled through town. [ that's how i know he exists goes without saying (hopefully) ] I've been told he's since moved on. Another fan? [ his lips twitch crookedly, his son sure seemed to have a track record. ]

Sorry, sorry, I just... wasn't aware. But thanks.

[Yeah you know what he's just gonna avoid being honest about what he thinks of Tony Stark with his dad.]

Not a fan. Former co-worker, I guess is the most accurate version? Acquaintance? We've met.

[ billy doesn't have to say anything, unfortunately. ]

That's... a running theme.

[sorry about your son, sir.]

I'm not surprised. He got kind of popular in our community back home. Or communities, I guess, thanks to all the alternate realities.

I'm not seeing the connection.

Yeah, don't worry about it. I'm being unhelpfully vague.

[on purpose. it's probably best to leave it at that before he digs himself a bigger hole.]

So, Stark Senior, huh? What year are you from?

There's a lot of that going around too. [ infuriatingly enough. what do people want to keep from him so badly?? ]

[ stark senior ugh. skipping!!!!! ] 1947. Let me guess... 2015-16? Thereabouts?

Edited 2017-10-04 21:28 (UTC)

Pretty good guess, yeah. Is that the trendy year to be from?

Trendy, yes. Tony had some metrics on why exactly that is. Which is why I'm after his research. [ and you know, for other reasons he'd never tell anyone!! feelingsy reasons. ]

I'm all but useless with that, then. I just got here myself, and he wasn't around.

[he sympathizes on the feelsy front that isn't being discussed, though.]

[ howard nods, it's a common theme. something he can hardly blame billy for. ]

That's alright, son. He left a ways back. What's your name?

Billy Kaplan. Nice to meet you, sir.

[Alas, he is an unknown nobody in their time.]

Likewise, Billy. [ he does love when people have simple, american names. thank ] Which crew and augment do you find yourself with?

I'm over on the Blue Fish. No special skills augment, just the personnel one. So if you ever have the sudden urge for therapy, uh- god, even as a joke, that sounds weird.

[ he snorts ] I'm the last one you'll have to worry about becoming a patient, Bill. [ not because he doesn't need it, mind u ]

I don't think I know anyone on the Blue Fish. Who's your captain?

Guy named Sokka? He's nice, if you haven't met him. Likes meat and swords.

[he's probably nuanced in ways Billy has yet to discern, but that's the immediate first impression.]

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