[Just assuming that Tony has checked in with Jack and knows what room he's in, already. So he can pick up the bottle of vodka he has left over and goes on his merry way.]
FROM: stark.anthony@cdc.org
Taking advantage of downtime with a game of Hide the Cannoli?
[ both to the room and to jack's single room, the prince in question flopped on his mattress in pajamas, looking not at all groomed and unwilling to move. he'll be giving tony a little salute as he makes it in. ]
[He'll respond to the salute with a motion with his hand carrying the vodka, just to let Jack see that he had it. Otherwise he's sizing him up with an arched brow.]
Mh. [ he hums an affirmative, hands already reaching for the displayed bottle with gimmegimme gestures ]
Skeletal modification. They grafted something over the bones to reinforce it. Something like metal that isn't metal. [ as much as he likes erik, he doesn't trust him not to get pissed someday, and jack would rather not be susceptible to being ripped apart ] The downside being, everything moves different and weighs different now. I'm having to rewrite muscle memory.
[Tony steps forward, closing the distance, and passing the bottle to Jack in a way that wouldn't force him to exert too much energy. And that explanation takes his raised eyebrow and shifts into a complete weird expression.]
And they did this because...what? You weren't drinking your milk?
[ jack happily accepts the bottle, the other hand coming to help, as he doesn't quiet trust his limbs not to drop it as of yet, and he begins to work at the cap as he answers distractedly. or, pseudo-distactedly. it's an awkward bit of conversation. ]
[He would ask Jack why, if they weren't working for a company that destroys planets for a profit. And if they haven't already encountered things like elder gods and homicidal instructors.]
Not that you really need an excuse to drink vodka in bed. [The generalized "you." Since he'd do the same thing with less precedence.]
[ bottle being raised up in a 'cheers' sort of manner, brows lifted in a kind of amusement that might look tipsy if tony didn't know jack hadn't started drinking yet.
but, better late than never, and here he is taking a swig straight from the bottle, because he's so classy ]
[ well, that's a surprise. for a moment, jack blinks, before glancing to the side and clearing his throat. ]
Shit. I'm sorry. [ jack benjamin offering condolences. hilarious. he shifts some, hugging the bottle a little unconsciously. ] There's some good people in Grey, though. David. Barton. Guy named Corvo.
[ because it does suck, and he doesn't want to see tony struggling like david had once. he's gotten better there now, handled it well, but it's still unnecessary. ]
It wasn't a behavioral thing, was it? [ asked cautiously. tony, pls don't dissent. he doesn't want to lose you, brodad ]
[He gives Jack a sideways glance as he considers the question. If it was a behavioral thing, he wouldn't be surprised. The transfer even happened around the time that he was checking up on the recruits that were going to be punished, and questioning the CDC's reasoning.
But again, if they were trying to make a statement, why not tell him where he went wrong.
He makes a slight beckoning gesture for the bottle of vodka.]
No one told me what it was. I don't know. Maybe green's just not my color.
[ not meant to be harsh, but he doesn't want you there, bro. he wants you on a team and safe and taken care of by instructors and in a rover and etc etc etc.
jack considers for a second, before scooting some on his bed to offer the edge of the mattress, if tony would like to sit. ]
Orange, maybe. They like people like you. [ the inventive kind. ]
Grey's a neutral. [He brings both his hands closer to himself in order to gesture with sweeping motions to his torso.] And it brings out my tan.
[His noncommittal attitude is terminal, but he doesn't see his status as less safe than he was, before. And if he could survive three months being held prisoner by terrorists, he could handle a tent for however long he was there.
Tony sits down in the space Jack gave him.] They switched you too at some point, didn't they?
[ a small, internal laugh has jack's shoulders shaking mildly, smile pulling at his lips before he takes another drink from the bottle. ]
Fair point. Pity suits aren't really fit for this kind of employment.
[ tony probably rocks a suit. jack only really has to know him to figure he can wear it with the same dignity a king probably does. that's tony, and a large part of what jack likes about him. pride, and his fair share of arrogance and cynicism, but not without nobility. ]
[Tony does rock a suit--he's rocked one a few times even in service to the CDC. And he wouldn't protest to more opportunities to dress up, but the trick was to act like you're in a suit even when you're not. Internalize that Boss Ass Bitch persona.
He doesn't say anything after Jack's piece about pity, but he smiles and agrees with it in every other nonverbal cue.]
I've already worked with Orange, a few times. [And invented shit on his own time.] So it's something to think about.
[ oh, that's something jack knows plenty well. doesn't always practice, because he gets sick of it, but knows. he likes lying around and being sleazy and getting shitfaced and having no dignity. sometimes while in suits. whatever.
he nods, holding the bottle back out to tony. sharing is caring. ]
[It catches him off-guard for a moment, since it sounds like Jack has an opinion about Green that they never talked about, before (since they never really talked about the teams before now, in general).]
Steve's still on Green. But I wouldn't call him an attack dog...the mental image for that is a little too scandalous for our American archetype.
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I have an overabundance of sobriety.
[ not near turnt enough to deal with anything going on rn, halp him, dad ]
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FROM: stark.anthony@cdc.org
I can meet you somewhere or bring the party to your room.
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Walking is off the list of activities for the night. Bring the party.
[ and next couple days. well, walking that isn't... walking practice. getting a new skeleton is hard times. ]
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FROM: stark.anthony@cdc.org
Taking advantage of downtime with a game of Hide the Cannoli?
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Haven't had the chance to get to that part of the to do list as of yet.
[ despite how it seems like a pretty great idea. it wouldn't probably just be pathetic, if he tried, at this point. ]
FROM: benjamin.jonathan@cdc.org
Skeletal reinforcement. Makes everything move different, by incidental consequence.
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That makes two of us.
FROM: stark.anthony@cdc.org
I'd ask, but I'm on my way.
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Door's open.
[ both to the room and to jack's single room, the prince in question flopped on his mattress in pajamas, looking not at all groomed and unwilling to move. he'll be giving tony a little salute as he makes it in. ]
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So you were saying something about your bones?
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Skeletal modification. They grafted something over the bones to reinforce it. Something like metal that isn't metal. [ as much as he likes erik, he doesn't trust him not to get pissed someday, and jack would rather not be susceptible to being ripped apart ] The downside being, everything moves different and weighs different now. I'm having to rewrite muscle memory.
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And they did this because...what? You weren't drinking your milk?
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Because I asked them to.
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Not that you really need an excuse to drink vodka in bed. [The generalized "you." Since he'd do the same thing with less precedence.]
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[ bottle being raised up in a 'cheers' sort of manner, brows lifted in a kind of amusement that might look tipsy if tony didn't know jack hadn't started drinking yet.
but, better late than never, and here he is taking a swig straight from the bottle, because he's so classy ]
And you? What'd the CDC get you for thanks?
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Not sure if it counts as a "thank you," so much as Armada deciding to shuffle me onto Grey.
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Shit. I'm sorry. [ jack benjamin offering condolences. hilarious. he shifts some, hugging the bottle a little unconsciously. ] There's some good people in Grey, though. David. Barton. Guy named Corvo.
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[He agrees with a nod and looks around Jack's room for something to pick up or rearrange. Having nothing else to do with his hands.]
You don't have to apologize, either.
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[ because it does suck, and he doesn't want to see tony struggling like david had once. he's gotten better there now, handled it well, but it's still unnecessary. ]
It wasn't a behavioral thing, was it? [ asked cautiously. tony, pls don't dissent. he doesn't want to lose you, brodad ]
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But again, if they were trying to make a statement, why not tell him where he went wrong.
He makes a slight beckoning gesture for the bottle of vodka.]
No one told me what it was. I don't know. Maybe green's just not my color.
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[ not meant to be harsh, but he doesn't want you there, bro. he wants you on a team and safe and taken care of by instructors and in a rover and etc etc etc.
jack considers for a second, before scooting some on his bed to offer the edge of the mattress, if tony would like to sit. ]
Orange, maybe. They like people like you. [ the inventive kind. ]
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[His noncommittal attitude is terminal, but he doesn't see his status as less safe than he was, before. And if he could survive three months being held prisoner by terrorists, he could handle a tent for however long he was there.
Tony sits down in the space Jack gave him.] They switched you too at some point, didn't they?
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Fair point. Pity suits aren't really fit for this kind of employment.
[ tony probably rocks a suit. jack only really has to know him to figure he can wear it with the same dignity a king probably does. that's tony, and a large part of what jack likes about him. pride, and his fair share of arrogance and cynicism, but not without nobility. ]
I did. Dagger asked me to, I agreed.
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He doesn't say anything after Jack's piece about pity, but he smiles and agrees with it in every other nonverbal cue.]
I've already worked with Orange, a few times. [And invented shit on his own time.] So it's something to think about.
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he nods, holding the bottle back out to tony. sharing is caring. ]
You'd be less of an attack dog, at least.
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Steve's still on Green. But I wouldn't call him an attack dog...the mental image for that is a little too scandalous for our American archetype.