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.

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... Yes...

[Shifty eyes. But. Sigh. He knows Mr. Stark will nose around for information anyway.]

I honestly don't know much about it. The AI was compromised in some way, and somehow was used in the creation of some sentient robot... being. And he goes by the name Vision. And he was apparently here for a time.

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You said that already. [ but the new information is still appreciated, even if he isn't sure what to do with it. he's certain jarvis is even less sure. ] Is it... wrong [ creepy, eery, weird? he doesn't know ] that I'm relieved your memory will live on?

... I suppose not, no.

[He smiles mildly, glancing down at his mildly eaten meal. Jarvis is a slow and proper eater, that one.]

I am a bit relieved that I've done well enough in my duties to have something that advanced named after me. I wasn't particularly excited at the thought of being a disembodied voice, but...

If that disembodied voice helps to serve a Stark in the future... it is an honor I'll more than gladly accept.

[... Is it getting sentimental in here? Or is it just me?]

[ he holds his breath as jarvis gets through his words, letting each one weigh on him with more significance than the last. it's true that jarvis must have left an impression on tony to have something fashioned after him that way, but with how heavily he relies on the man he can hardly be surprised. ]

And any Stark is lucky as a lark to have you at their side. [ okay we can stop having feelings now!!! any time... now. ]

Well. In that case -- [Because he's so awkward about all these feelings, too, we're so bad at these.] -- is there anything you'd like to know about the time since you've been gone? I can try to provide any information I have at hand. Otherwise, I... can grab you desert.

[Such choices.]

[ oh, dessert... but what else jarvis offers is also enticing. ] Maybe you could tell me over dessert. [ nothing would make him happier rn ] Start from the beginning. ...Your beginning, I mean.

... Very well. I have quite a lot to go over, at any rate. Raiders, memory sharing, meteors... flamingos. All sorts of unfortunate things. [He moves to collect the plates, and he's a bit humored at a thought:] I think you'll be very sore about missing the ocean planet where we all could breathe underwater.

[ jarvis goes through his list and he mostly just sort of vaguely registers it all, knowing the man will go into more detail when he asks. but the ocean planet succeeds in getting his attention in the end of course. ]

What? Come on! You and Peg get to have all the fun.

[He has to stamp down a huff as he moves toward the back.]

If you call deep sea monsters and terrible ailments fun. Just a moment.

[He's already got some miniature pies made in the back; before the bistro, he'd been great at distributing these as needed. It's not as fresh as at home in regards to ingredients, but it's warm and sugary and that's what counts. He places the plate down before settling again. Have at it, bud.]

The people had been getting ill there, at any rate; the fleet managed to help them so that they could curb the sickness. And I... may have accidentally created a chain reaction... in which particular pink birds have become intergalactic fashion symbols....?

[That was the biggest thing he's ever done, and it all started in sickly ocean world.

Goddammit.]

[ he gives half a shrug. jarvis knows he finds a great many things fun that aren't really. but then he's distracted by pie. oh yes. this is zealously torn into while he listens. ]

You made Bernard into a fashion statement? [ his eyes light up at that, talking with his mouth full for a second before swallowing. ] I need to hear all about this. [ spare no detail!!!! ]

[GROOOOOAN.]

I had just been trying to rid myself of a crate of these awful -- awful plastic flamingos! [He's so salty omg.] So I'd given them to the populace there, and when we visited other planets and stations, I'd -- well, I'd found people were developing them into a fashion trend.

[He rubs his temples.]

Truly a terrible sin I've committed.

Or a wonderful public service. [ such a smugness is this ]

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