oo1 || video + jointpost

[unionjackoff]

[a few people might recognize those bushy brows when the screen turns on. England doesn't use the communicator often, but he's here now, looking almost sheepish, for some reason]

Ehm. Good evening, everyone. I would just like to let those of you I'm familiar with [they're called friends, England] know that I was finally able to procure a larger flat. If you'd like to visit me, I'm now living in 2-06 of Building 3, with my roommate, Gilbert...

Oi! That's Prussia! [Prussia is a guy who has been out and about a lot, but relatively silent on the network. He pushes England's face away, and takes up most of the screen] Guten Tag! [he sounds really cheerful]

Hey! [England shoves Prussia back. don't you shove me, jerk]

[shoves back] Everyone wants to see the awesome me!

This is my communicator! [grabs Prussia's ear and twists it]

OUCHOUCHOUCH! [trying to tug his ear away from England's grip] Let go!

Not until you learn your lesson! [TUUUUUUG] Idiot!

Autsch! [grabs England's wrist trying to pull it away from his ear] Let me go! Miststück! Verdammt! Let go! Not awesome!

[feel free to interrupt them, or they will go on like this forever, on the Network. because they are so mature. replies will come from either, or both?!]

video || 0001

[ironyman]

[Surprise, it's Tony! He's in his apartment, having hooked up devices of some kind to the network. Also he's wearing sunglasses. Yes, inside. Maybe that's to hide the lines under his eyes and overall weary, strained look, because after months of insomnia he's fraying at the edges.

Maybe it's just because he's Tony. The world may never know.]

Okay, so, granted, our benevolent huggytime captors are apparently goddamn psychopaths, since shadow demons and evil snowmen count as "no big deal" for the science department. Yeah. You got a lot of 'splainin' to do, Lucies. But come on, seriously, who really thought this was a good idea?

[he jerks his thumb behind him at two industrial robot arms in the background with chassis labeled U and DUM-E. The one labeled U spins its claw in apparent confusion, while DUM-E just makes a quizzical mechanized hum. Tony makes a disgusted face that is far too exaggerated to be sincere.]

Two most useless robots, ladies and gentlemen. Anybody want 'em? They're good for, ah... well, nothing. I dunno. Dummy's pretty good with a fire extinguisher. Aren't you, Dummy? [he glances back at the bot, which tilts its claw, then wiggles its arm up and down enthusiastically in its approximation of a nod. Tony turns back to the camera and shakes his head sadly.]

God, it's like having a kid that never grows out of the idiot phase.

[U, meanwhile, has rolled slowly out of view of the camera. Shortly after, there's a loud crash from elsewhere in the apartment. Tony jerks in surprise and bolts out of his chair.] You! I swear, I'm going to sell you to the highest bidder, give you to that magic dragon kid, let him use you as a cape rack, wand holder, whatever the hell magic people use.