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[prorenataa]

[ Though he's keyed up the MID for video, Adrien is ignoring the screen and looking down at an old fashion pad of paper, upon which he's making notes. ]

I'm getting the impression that this crew is a little [ what's the word he wants here? ] accident prone. [ You know, just giant sentient beings crashing through walls, bullets and some of the other chaos he's witnessed since arriving. ]

As such I'm going to take our current opportunity to bolster the MedBay's supplies; just because it never hurts to be over stocked.

[ He's confident they can find nooks and crannies to stuff shit in, as necessary. ]

That brings me to two questions.

Are there any specific medical needs anyone requires that we can try to bring on board? Provided it's available.

And is anyone willing to help me coordinate getting all this back up to the Moira?

[ Because after having lugged his own personal collection of goodies back off the planet, Adrien found that transport was a bit of a challenge. ]

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> private video;

[prorenataa]

[ Fuck.

Again the pencil stopped on the paper, though Adrien still didn't look over at the video feed. ]

Oh I don't know. I can fling crap all day long and never find it exhausting.

[ He remarked, which was the truth. His entire existence involved flinging crap around and see who bought it and who didn't. Sometimes, when he really put his mind to it, he was quite excellent at the art form.

But here in lay the rub. Tony was a genius and Adrien knew it. He knew the man was also wickedly perceptive and often five chess moves down the board before the next closest player.

For fuck's sake, he'd trusted his life to the very perceptiveness that was now sticking him in the hot seat. This whole situation was a giant fucking headache. ]

It's a long, extremely unpleasant story and you won't like it.

[arcreact]

[ There it is. Some part of him sighs with satisfaction, the scientific part that craves vindicated theories like an addict. It had been easy enough to overlook the first few days, the strange familiarity Adrien seemed to have with him, but it quickly began to make a deeper kind of sense, the more people he talked to. The more people who knew him from "before", people who knew him from other worlds entirely.

With the benefit of hindsight, it seems obvious. ]

"Long, extremely unpleasant story that I won't like" could be the title of my autobiography, so I wouldn't stress about it too much.

[ Translation: he doesn't really care. He wants to know, and he half suspects it can't be worse than the things he's already heard about himself from his fellow Avengers. But if he's adding more to the shit heap, he may as well go for broke. ]

[prorenataa]

[ Oh, you never know Tony, it could be worse.

Tapping his pencil on the paper, Adrien was obviously still reluctant about this course of action, for reasons that weren't entirely tied back to Tony himself. But he weighted what he knew about the man against the whole game board and after a moment, he nodded. ]

Alright. But not over the network.

[arcreact]

[ You're not about to hear him complain; though he's confident these posts are locked to other crewmembers (because he'd tried to crack them, and if he can't do it, then in his humble opinion it probably isn't possible for anyone else, either), that confidence does not extend to the Captains and whoever they've decided to give the keys to the computer systems.

It's basically the least comforting security ever. ]

Well, good thing I know where you live. Pick you up at eight?

[ Said like it's a date, because he's an ass. ]

[prorenataa]

[ Adrien rolled his eyes, mostly because he understood that the reaction was expected but otherwise the wise-assing rolled off him like water off a duck's back. ]

I'll put on something pretty.

[ He shot back.

As for his paranoia caution about the network? That will be part of the story. ]

[arcreact]

[ This guy always bites back. It's the best part. ]

Fantastic. Can't have anyone thinking I've got bad taste.

[ (It's a joke because everyone already thinks that.)

He gives a sarcastic salute and cuts the feed. ]