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

[pidge_out]

[That gets Pidge to nod a little, thoughtfully, while she carefully files that information away.] So that'd be... What, 1940s-ish?

[speedboat]

[ oh very good, he's actually impressed. he nods enthusiastically. ] 1947. When do you hail from, my dear?

[pidge_out]

[She grins, terribly pleased with herself for getting such a close answer. Computers are kind of her thing, after all. It wouldn't do not to know its history.] 20XX. [WHATEVER THE YEAR IS FOR THEM BECAUSE WHO EVEN KNOWS] We've just started being able to send explorers out to the edge of Earth's solar system.

[speedboat]

That's a damn sight later than I'll ever see. [ said with no bitterness, he's used to it in this place. ] Explorers... like you? [ or is he far off with that one. ]

[pidge_out]

[Pidge looks thoughtful for a second there, head tilted and lips pursed, but then she nods.] Yeah, I guess technically we're still space explorers.

[speedboat]

Still? Moved onto bigger and better things already, have we?

[pidge_out]

[There's a shrug in response to that, along with the slightest of smiles.] Something like that. We kind of didn't really have a choice at the time.

[But back to science-] So being from the '40s and ending up on a spaceship must be pretty crazy for you.

[speedboat]

It's pretty wild. Mostly in a good way. [ even if it does highlight his own limitations at times... the technology is something to marvel at. ] I made a hovercar.

[ just FTR or something ]

[pidge_out]

[Pidge raises her eyebrows, the makings of a grin on the corner of her lips.]

On your own? From scratch?

[speedboat]

On my own, and from scratch at that. [ it took him... how many years to perfect?? but at least it was right on time to save the world. as these things often go. ]

[pidge_out]

[Okay, okay, Pidge will admit that's fairly impressive. A hovercar is no small feat for a man from the 40s.]

You could probably try making a small shuttle with the tech we have here, then.

[speedboat]

[ hm that's an idea for a project... ] Would you... want to run second chair for me? In case I have any space-aged questions.

[pidge_out]

[Now there's some real light in Pidge's eyes.]

Totally. Yes. Whenever you want.

[speedboat]

[ he grins. fully won over, and all in an afternoon. he's still got it, it would seem. ] I'll let you know.