[1] three, two, one -- let's jam.

[the_ironman]

[He looks a little tired.

...okay, he looks really tired, but despite that, he's still wearing a crisp, clean suit. He's been moving stuff around in the infirmary to help the staff -- mostly using his mad Tetris skills so the doctors and patients don't have to. Did you need a chair moved? Tony silently plucked it out of your hands and put it where

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[breakmychest]

...suddenly feeling a bit more wayward. Where'd you get the Henri IV? That stuff costs as much as a small country.

[the_ironman]

I may be in possession of several small countries, my good man. You're more than welcomed to have a drink with me if you can trade the drink for pertinent information about this lovely little space yacht.

[breakmychest]

[Great, a hobnobby upperclass git, from the sounds of it. But... really fancy booze. Spike's interested enough to play along for now.]

What do you want to know?

This icon is a joke, okay, seriously. I'll acquire more icons tonight...

[the_ironman]

[Tony believes he can buy friendship, okay, and usually it works because his two best friends are also paid employees. ]< ...]

How deadly is this place, on a scale of one to ten? Does it require that I carry around some cumbersome weapon for self-defense?

You mean Tony's not trying to make out with Spike? Man, this throws off my whole response.

[breakmychest]

[Just try that with Spike, man, it's not going to work. He's unbuyable. Except, occasionally, with booze.]

Maybe a seven, but it's not like you'll stay dead.

Maaaaaaaaybe...

[the_ironman]

[Booze? Tony has a lot of booze. I smell a friendship with shaky foundations and mutual cynicism!]

...er-- excuse me, what?

[breakmychest]

No one's filled you in on that bit? No one stays dead. You just wake up in the infirmary and have a week or so of being in a lot of pain.