homeless & voicetesting, blah blah blah.

[ferric]

So. We're doing this again? With the— everything.

[ B e a t. ]

Yeah, okay.

Where we going, Sprocket?

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[widowing]

Candyland.

[ferric]

Agent. Romanoff.

Is this going to involve candy striper uniforms, because I'm telling you now, I have a— policy. About that.

[widowing]

[ what's wrong tony aren't you happy to see her :3 ]

If there are, they're not being worn by me. But I'm sure your typist would be able to find one in your size if you were that interested.

[like_a_gerbil]

Sprocket?

[ferric]

Yeah, it's a little— [ He makes little motions with his hands before giving up trying to explain it because Steve "I'm an accelerated superhuman with an intellect of blah blah blah" probably knows what a sprocket is oh god please say he knows what a sprocket is. ]

It's a nickname.

[like_a_gerbil]

[Despite trying to be polite about people's assumptions about him, Steve can't stop himself from rolling his eyes at the beginning of Tony's explanation.] I know what a sprocket is, Tony. Just wasn't sure why you're calling your mundane that.

[dinosheriff]

Glad to see stubbornness isn't unique with these guys.

[ferric]

[ Bypassing the point: ]

You know what is unique? Dinosaurs. Tell me more about that number.

/trololol

[capischeja]

Vizh zhe everyzhing is very, very right. You vear a suit incredibly vell, Herr Stark.

[Intense look of barely-contained lust is go!]

[ferric]

[ . . . ]

Hello, German Me.

[subecho]

...you keep with sprouts now, man of iron?

[ferric]

Sorta. She's tiny enough to be a— Nevermind. It's like a little. [ Was this a bad idea? This was a bad idea. ] Gear. Cog. With little teeth. Bumps, if you will. Sprocket, not sprout.

[odinsonthor]

Man of iron it is good to see you!

But I would like to inquire about the sprocket. Is it a place? As we do not appear to be going there currently..

[ferric]

[ Tragedy. Absolute tragedy. ] It's a thing. Object. It's used in— almost everything. Cars, bicycles, you name it.

[staunch]

[ Official billionaire playboy philanthropist who galavants around in an uncomfortable suit tally: 2. ]

Sprocket.

That's a first.

[ferric]

[ Oh no Batman quick hide the stanning!!!! You're tacky and I hate you. ]

It's called lightening the room. Mood. The— space. C'mon, Sourpatch, you know what a nickname is.

[rhodeing]

Maybe you're not going anywhere. Maybe you just get to sit at home and be at the beck and call of, uh, Sprocket.


[Rhodey would like to see that. A lot.]

[ferric]

That's. Oddly specific. We could arrange that for you, Rhodey, if you've been sitting on that one for a while. I could learn to share.

[ Ha ha ha ha ha ha. ]

[therealgenius]

Oh my God, did you just call her a sprocket? Why? Is she British? Are you making fun of her teeth? That's rude.

[ferric]

Hammer. Your hands look. Orange. —It's a nickname, not a picture.

[hasthekeys]

"Everything"?

[ferric]

You know— go out, go in, get more facetime, do nothing. It's a repertoire. We have a established schedule. Or flexible, I forget which.

one voicetest deserves another?

[brazenly]

You're awfully compliant.

wiggles fingers!

[ferric]

I like to consider the path of least resistance a home. Summer home. At the least.

[butwhytho]

You could go somewhere other than New York City.

That would be the most logical place to go: anywhere but the Big Apple.