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[amelioraate]

WHO: Tiny SnarkTony Stark, Jim Kirk, Grumpy Cat McCoy... YOU?!
WHERE: All over. And the Enterprise.
WHEN: Backdated to February 10th
WHAT: Tony is a paranoid bastard and goes on an adventure in the suit
WARNINGS: Tony he is a warning, language, will update if needed

In between waking up (alive) in the middle of space, with no chance of going back to whatever the fuck might be left of his world, his friends, and making his presence known on the network, Tony decides that he is going to make the best of this ridiculous ship and space. Not that he believes that he was brought here by accident, oh no, there is far too much kept in the shadows and far too little information handed out here for things to be on 'accident' as far as he is concerned.

And the suspicions weren't exactly unfounded, especially when he delved further into the communications logs that he could get a hold of (read: could hack into) and he found out about the mess of a mission that had happened just prior to his arrival.

Yeah. Something was up but--

Well, maybe he was just paranoid.

Either way, the genius knows that, if he wants to get a head start on this place, he has to know it. And has to make sure that his suit is up to the task of carting him around in space. Theoretically, it was fine, it had worked in space before, but-- paranoia, right?

So Tony has gone on a little exploration of the ship, inside and out. He has FRIDAY fully integrated into his suit thanks to his STARKphone still being in pieces on the desk in his room (he was going to find a communication device to splice into it, he was) and he intended to make sure that there was a rendering of whatever space he could get into stored in the phone.

He was going to have to make himself a private server sooner rather than later. And cloud. And probably network.

Shit, he had his work cut out for him.

But first, exploration!

Tony dons the suit, shifts it to stealth mode and wanders his way down to the hanger. Firstly because, he might as well start from the bottom, and secondly--

There is a low, mechanical sounding whistle as Tony looks out at one of the space ships that happens to be flying with the Eluvio. It is pretty fucking spectacular looking, in that way that expertly crafted machinery could be.

"FRIDAY, you think it will be frowned upon if I took a look at her more closely?"

If it were possible to hear an eyeless artificial intelligence roll its non-existent eyes, Tony is sure he would have heard it right then.

Would you like me to ask the ship out for you, Boss?

"Nope, just gonna go say hi myself, I think."

And with that, Tony is throwing himself into the void (more or less literally) with only the vague hope that the suit hasn't been tampered with (his initial diagnostic didn't come up with anything, and FRIDAY said that it was good, so--) and a low, whoop of joy as he was airborn. Spaceborn. Whatever.

Incoming, USS Enterprise, there is an Iron Man coming aboard.

[ ooc: Clearly you may come across Tony in the suit wherever you would like to. The shit on the Enterprise is the closed bit. Because... uh. Whatever. Also, YEAH I KNOW THIS IS LIKE A WEEK OUT OF DATE I'm so sorry. ; ; ]