Video: Election Results

[runs_on_batteries]

[ooc: Sorry this was supposed to go up yesterday.]

Please welcome with me our new council! We had a three way tie for our last two spots, so we're going to have twelve members.

These individuals are: Bucky, Curufin, Eva, Feanor, Kaiba, Nerdanel, Nita, Sarai, Yuffie, Ignis, The Doctor, and myself.

Congratulations and we'll have to come up with a good time for our first meeting soon.

Comments

[dredefulchilde]

Didn’t you Yanks throw a bit of a fit when you had no representation in government? Maybe I ought to toss some tea into a harbor.

[He’s having a hard time keeping a straight face.]

[runs_on_batteries]

Did we? Are you sure it wasn't legos?

[He smirked at the kid.]

[dredefulchilde]

What have legos got to do with anything?

[runs_on_batteries]

I don't know but I keep stepping on them and I was really hoping you'd have a harbor to throw them into.

[dredefulchilde]

Blame Parker for that, not me.

[runs_on_batteries]

You're the one wanting to toss something into a river.

[hashtagparkerluck]

[ Wow, he is being falsely accused to crimes he hasn't committed in MONTHS. ]

Excuse you, I don't even have any legos on the train yet.

You stepping on invisible legos Mr Stark, or are you still mad about the last time I left them at your house?

[dredefulchilde]

Do you often experience things that aren’t real, Stark? There’s medication for that, you know.

[runs_on_batteries]

Yes, but I heard you'd ordered them! Why must you afflict me with this even here?

[He rolls his eyes at Joss' barb.]

Depends how much I've had that day.

[He taps his travel mug, which could mean too much coffee but more likely something that's spiking his coffee.]

[dredefulchilde]

I fear for your liver.

...

If you die, will I inherit the Stark fortune?

[hashtagparkerluck]

No, I'm pretty sure it all goes to DUM-E and U.

[dredefulchilde]

...who?

[hashtagparkerluck]

His two first born.

they're robots.

DUM-E get very excited about making coffee and sometimes adds motor oil into it. It's really funny.

[runs_on_batteries]

There's healers on the train. My liver is fine.

[Sigh.]

I knew you were a gold digger..

[dredefulchilde]

Perhaps I couldn’t bear to be parted from my wealth and have to seek out riches elsewhere.

[runs_on_batteries]

Jokes on you, kid, if I can't figure out how to get us home!

[dredefulchilde]

Then it’s good I have already begun to work on a Plan B.

[That’s...quite a pile of gold and silver coins that Joss is holding up to the camera.]

I found a silver lining to that mission debacle, you see.

[runs_on_batteries]

You..

[Good job, you just made Tony speechless. He gaped as he stared at the coins.]

How much- wait..

[He chances the lock on the feed to Joss' room.]

How much did you get?

[He'd be mad that the boy stole those poor people's money if he didn't sort of think the world got blasted into oblivion.]

[dredefulchilde]

Rather more than I bargained on. I was in the process of playing Robin Hood with it when...

[He makes a helpless little gesture with his hands. They all know what that means.]

Can’t do anything with it now, which is quite the joke. There’s some jewelry here too.

[Catching Tony’s look, he quickly adds:]

And only liberated from those who could obviously afford to miss it. Bullies beating on their servants, women casually dripping with enough gold and silks to make Marie Antoinette jealous, that sort of thing.

[Okay, so maybe he’s exaggerating a little bit to make his own shameless thievery seem a little more noble. The part about the bullies is absolutely true.]

[runs_on_batteries]

[He nodded slowly, wanting to believe that.]

Try to keep it that way, okay?

[He wondered if there was a safer place to keep that for him, but their cubbies in their room were probably the best spot.]

Any thoughts on what you're going to do with it?

[dredefulchilde]

I... don’t know. They weren’t listening to us, and I got annoyed.

[It’s a sign of just how far Joss has come with Tony that he’s actually giving his foster father an honest answer. Joscelin steals things when he’s stressed, and then he has no idea what to do with his ill-gotten gains afterwards.]

The jewelry’s nice.

[He holds up a dainty metal comb, delicately wrought in silver and tiny sapphires. For some reason, it reminds him of the dress Misa had worn to the wedding, and it would look very pretty in her dark hair. Without meaning to, he blushes a little.]