[Video] (Backdated: End of January)

[narcissistictendencies]

[Hello Moira crew, did you miss him? Probably not. Hell, he doesn't even recognise half the names on the roster anymore, so most of you probably didn't even know he was here. But he's back, not so much in black, and he's getting reacquainted. He's been out of cryo for a bit, but he's been trying to make sense of everything going on until that nifty little warning he saw on the network. A+ everyone. You managed to tick some new race off without the help of a Stark. Which, he seems to be the sole Stark onboard now. That's depressing.]

Okay, can anyone fill me in on who we pissed off this time, since I've been a little out of the loop as of late? Well, actually, until semi-recently, I've been an ice cube. Cap--saw your name on the roster; welcome back buddy--next Cap-cicle joke I make, you're allowed to deck me. I think I have freezer burn, I swear. Is that even a thing I can have? Medical gives me a clean bill of health, but I think I want a second opinion.

What was I saying? Oh, right. A recap would be nice. Stark out. [He waves at the camera and cuts the feed.]

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[narcissistictendencies]

Go big or go home, huh? Okay, do I even wanna know how that happened? Or why that happened? Are we setting the bar a little high for the disaster-prone or what?

[At the sight of the marks on Bruce's neck, the humour drains from his features and he stares closely. One of his best friends--one of the only friends that doesn't tell him to shut up on a minute-by-minute basis--has strange black vein-like things crawling up his neck. The last time he saw something like that, he was dying, so if he's a little concerned about you, he's warranted.]

Bruce. Buddy. Have you been to medical? That looks serious. And wait, you caught this thing and didn't flush it out an air lock? Really? It killed a captain and we're what, holding it in the brig? Marked you for what?

[You're not allowed to die, Bruce. Just so you know.]

[hyperkinesia]

[ Right. Sometimes he forgets what Tony was here for or not. ]

Glass planet. They wanted us to leave. I was trying to get people back to the Moira, and I was... attacked. [ Tony can probably imagine what came out of that. ] Someone in the crew actually tried to stop the other guy, but it only made things worse. We damaged the Ingress on the planet, and it just... cracked open and folded in on itself.

[ All that is delivered in a plain tone, almost detached. He's explained what happened time and again by now, relived the whole thing in his head more times than he even cared to count, and right now he really doesn't want to give all that the weight and seriousness that it's due. He's tired of it, just... tired.

He smiles feebly at Tony's concern, though, letting his collar cover most of the mark again. ]

It's fine, Tony. This is almost two months old, and yes - I have been to the medbay about it. Physically, I'm fine. This doesn't hurt, nor does it do anything to me. At least not so far. Most days I don't even remember it's there until I look into a mirror. [ Not that it doesn't weird him out anyway, but he's kind of learned to ignore it. ] It was how the Ploiatos operated - that was its name. It touched you once, it marked you. It touched you twice, it killed you. It was fast in the dark, and if someone happened to be alone, they didn't even see it coming, then they passed out. That's what happened to me.

[ Calm down Tony, he still can't die, not even here. Not so far, anyway. ]