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[amelioraate]

[ When the feed click on, Tony manages to look annoyed and impressed all at once (you know, those emotions that he manages to bring out in other people pretty much all the time). He is sitting at a desk, the communicator propped up against something, and he has a small screwdriver (the micro kind) between his teeth as he speaks.]

So just how much shit am I going to get in if I try to take this apart and merge it with my Stark Phone? Not that I really care about how much shit I get in, but-- I mean, it is shiny new alien tech and you just gave it to me, you gotta know I'm gonna try taking it apart.

[ And figuring out ways to hack it. And make it better. And--

He takes the micro screwdriver out of his mouth and flashes a sharp smile.]

Also, as far as kidnappings go, this has gotta be one of the nicer ones, so no complaints here. Though I gotta know; anywhere I can get my hands on some more tools? Maybe a spare communicator, or three, or maybe an interface with the ship's core navigational systems...

[ That last one is said with only the slightest hint of 'I'm kidding' (because he isn't kidding, he is going to look for one no matter how much he has already been told 'NO', that's just like taunting him ok).]

Oh, and where might I find alcohol? Is that a thing in this section of space? I hope it is because I really don't want to try distilling my own shit again, that was a disaster the first three times and I really don't think I have managed to get better.

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[slackbeard]

[Jughead pauses, judges, and nods. Reference approved.]

Nice. You're gonna up the amount of panic towel after a couple weeks, though, just putting that prediction out there.

[amelioraate]

[ Tony gives a noncommittal hum at that. Maybe, maybe not. ]

Perhaps. Unless Thanos shows up though, gotta say that I can probably enjoy space. Enjoy it even more if I can get my hands on more tech to take apart of course.

[slackbeard]

For the sake of my own sanity I'm not gonna ask what a Thanos is. [Just going to assume it's horrible and move on.] Plenty of stuff here for you to dismantle, though. Even the food dispensers are high tech.

[amelioraate]

That is an excellent choice, you my friend, will live a long and happy life. If not a slightly ignorant one, but I hear that is blissful. I don't know. Also, this sounds promising. Perfect, with all this high tech shit I can totally make the suit even better. Which I didn't think would be possible.

[ pause ]

Should probably leave the food dispensers alone though.

[slackbeard]

Please. [He looks so earnest. So sincere.] I have one love on this ship-- nay, in my life-- and that's the food dispensers. Please don't threaten them.

[He has favorites! He's named them!]

What kind of suit are we talking about, here?

[amelioraate]

[ oooo-kay then. No touching the food dispensers. ]

I wouldn't threaten them, wow. Just... repurpose them a little. But food is a thing we need so, yeah I should leave them alone.

[ At the mention of the suit, he grins and moves a little, his suit sitting on the floor, a gleaming mass of red and gold on the floor.]

Giant mechanized suit of armour and amazing obviously.

[slackbeard]

Unless you can repurpose them to do an even better imitation of a triple chocolate shake from a very specific restaurant back on Earth you should take apart anything else. Life support. Gravity. Y'know, the secondary systems.

[He's joking! ....mostly.]

Yeah? [and now he's really interested.] How giant? Fighting Godzilla giant oooor?

[amelioraate]

... that sounds like a challenge. Do you have a recipe for said shake? Because if you do...

[ because it is possible. okay. maybe. a little. but he should probably leave the life support systems alone for the most part, gravity is totally fair game though. totally.]

Not that giant, giant enough to take on the Hulk, but-- I mean, you can see it. It gives me a whole extra four inches, but for the most part, just enough. I could probably make one big enough for Godzilla, if we think that is going to be an issue here.

[slackbeard]

Pops says it's just milk and three kinds of ice cream but I think he's holding out on me. Can you scan my brain or tongue to get the taste memory or something? That sounds like a science thing.

[It does not sound like a science thing at all, but hope springs eternal.]

What's a Hulk? And-- okay, I've only been here like a month? But I wouldn't be surprised if the next planet we messed with had Godzilla analogues.

[amelioraate]

I am a man of science, not miracles. I mean, I get pretty close to them but, no.

[ Though that does make him wonder how it might be possible to attribute taste to specific parts of the brain and then translate that into something tangible and-- wait, shit, you're still talking.

Tony blinks.]

Uh. A Hulk is sometimes a good friend sometimes an enraged monster that can take on gods, you know. Fun stuff. But note taken, time to make some alien godzilla suits then. I am going to have to go scavenging I think.

[slackbeard]

[Science, miracles, whatever! Same dif.]

You have some wacky pals, Ironman. [He says, casually. Yeah, sure, monster who can fight gods. Sounds legit.] There's probably a junkyard equivalent here somewhere? They gotta have the parts to use to fix the shuttles and the food dispensers.