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

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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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[John's always up for meeting new people. Especially new crewmates. And there's not a whole lot for him to do, right now, with their captain still MIA. In any case, he gets a similar feeling about this guy that he did from Alexander, so -- perhaps a gentle reminder to eat would be helpful. He'll be poking his head in the cockpit and knocking on the wall, cheery.]

Yo, my man, you should prob'ly eat more than a snack. Considerin' you're flyin' and all. It's Howard, right?

Knew Tony before. Seems like you already know the lay of the land so not sure what I can offer, but checking in.

If you need anything.

[Just regarding this with raised eyebrows.]

Like father, like son, huh?

[ it's not long after learning about howard's assignment that peggy comes a-calling aboard the bishop. within hours, really, and she's striding down the other ship's halls with considerable purpose. on a hunch, she doesn't bother checking the quarters -- prioritizing the bridge.

so here she stands. just within the doors and with her hands on her hips. ]

You're lucky you're not on the Starstruck. I don't allow crumbs on my bridge.

[ 'llo, howard. you're a sight for sore bloody eyes. peggy fights down a smile and somehow manages not to rush the pilot's seat for a hug. ]

[Pidge isn't used to seeing someone in the cockpit of the ship. There hadn't been any pilots onboard the Bishop for the entirety of Pidge's stay there, after all. And the last several passes made around the ship had found the cockpit empty, as usual. Except for this time.

It's enough to make Pidge stop, peek inside, and end up looking at the man in the seat with wide, curious eyes.]

Oh. Hi. [...And now there's been a beat of hesitation that's gone long enough to make this just the tiniest bit awkward.] I didn't know we had a new pilot.

[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.

Howard Stark. Of Stark Industries? [Matt can hear his voice coming from the cockpit too, halfway across the ship, along with the unwavering steadiness of his heartbeat. He's not lying. Howard Stark is here.

Guess that Billy kid really wasn't just insane when he'd said there would be some time and universe discrepancies.]

[Oh... Is he hallucinating? He's fairly certain the mushrooms he picked from the garden for his soup weren't hallucinogenic. He stops his kneading of dough in The Melting Pot's kitchens to look more closely at the message he'd just received. He plays it again. And one more time. He's not sure what to feel -- he's so relieved, in some strange way, like he'd just learned Howard Stark were alive. Which is ridiculous! Of course he's alive -- he's alive for them, and for some time, but --

Like a dramatic wartime movie housewife, he clutches the end of his apron to his chest, hopeful.]

Mr. Stark.

By god, it's you! When did you arrive? Are you soundly placed already?

Should I come fetch you?

[ well, you know what they say about steve rogers and being late to things. worse than the underground during rush hour, he is. so this is typically days late. this might have been a little easier through text but at the end of the day, facing the music isn't something steve plans to entirely cower from.

not anymore, that is.

he doesn't look much older than the last time they've seen each other. ]

Howard. It has been a while.

[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?

That's a heck of a lot of titles.

[Lance gives a little grin. This guy seems pretty cool, he has to admit. Confidence is a good aspect to see in a person, one of the reasons why Lance tries to put a face of it on the vast majority of the time.]

I don't know who's the captain of the Huntress, but I can tell you that the pilot's a...

[Pause.]

He's an incredibly capable pilot. Was best in our class back home.

[Sayid doesn't have a problem with taking command when he needs to. He's sure of his own abilities, his own decision-making skills. In the situation he's been put in, he definitely has needed to step into a command role.

Which isn't to say that he's not happy to relinquish some of those responsibilities if someone capable decides to take charge. So when a new shipmate arrives and begins to assume some of the captaincy duties, Sayid doesn't protest. He keeps an eye on Howard for the first day or so, until he can be sure he's capable. And, of course, he does make it clear that with Looma gone - until she returns...if she returns...which seems possible, at least, given that her name is still listed in the ship's directory - he is effectively the acting captain. Not in a way that has anything to do with chest-puffing. Just a calm reminder, once.

Howard does seem to know what he's doing, though. At one point while they share the bridge - Sayid at the comm station, reviewing broadcasts - he turns to look at their new pilot.]

I wanted to thank you, by the way. For assuming so much responsibility so quickly.

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