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Grumpy Bird
Who: Robin
Broadcast: Yes?
Action: Marsiva & SS Goldstone
When: 4/12 - 8/12
MARSIVA
[Tim wishes he could say he woke up alert and already assessing his environment but the truth is, he's very slow, very groggy and extremely confused when he first edges towards consciousness. It's only the cold from the barren Hospitality Deck that speeds up the process. He curls up and tries to reach for blankets that his sleepy mind tell him should be there. Only their absence has him sitting up to assess his current surroundings.]
First Hour
[Tim's first priority is his own body. He appeared here still in his Red Robin uniform and after a quick pat down, he realise that's all he's been left with. No grappling gun, no bo staff which he is not happy about but at least his identity is still safe.
Standing he notices the large viewing bay first and is immediately drawn to it. Hands find themselves against the glass-like surface and he cranes to see all he can. The constellations are wrong; well not wrong but wrong for any system Tim has in his memory. He takes a couple of hurried steps back as if to take in the bigger picture. Shoulders squared, breathes coming in and out to a precise mental count, his head cocks to take in the screen playing out the default Drift Fleet Encouragement Messages.
Deep breathe in, slow breathe out.
Stuck out in an unknown system, on an unknown ship, for entertainment purposes.
Perimeter check. Yes, we can handle that.]
First 24 Hours
[The perimeter check happens. Tim goes over the entire Hospitality Deck with a fine tooth comb. First he goes over it in a basic walk through, then he ransacks the entire place; strips the beds of any sheets, opens every cupboard and every container. Then he puts everything back exactly where it was before. If it wasn't so sterile to begin with you'd swear it was neater than before.
Anything small enough in the Medical Bay will be sneaked away into pockets in the belt.
Samples of the water is steamed and then frozen and then defrosted before the food get a familiar assortment of tests. Unless he finds something that resembles coffee he does not consume any of it.]
The Next 48 Hours
[Sleep doesn't happen, it doesn't even appear to be considered. He walks along each wall, running his fingers along looking for seams and he spends a little time using the kitchen cutlery trying to pry it away at the seams.
He gives up.
He spends a little time pacing in front of the large viewing windows.
He eventually finds or clears a large empty area and falls into a series of katas. This continues for hours until Tim is a panting sweating mess on the floor.
Tim approaches the showers and glares at the walls suspiciously looking for cameras. He glares at the showers. He leaves, stripping one of the cots of a sheet and ripping it long strips from it. He then weirdly flips his cape over his head and shoulders. When he emerges, the strips of cloth are being used as a make shift zorro style mask and the cowl from the Red Robin uniform has been removed. Shower is had.
Unfortunately after re-emmerging, Tim seems to have gotten an idea and anything resembling a sheet or blanket is pulled from wherever it lives, chairs and cots are rearranged however he can manage and over a couple of hours a blanket fort is constructed in the Hospitality Deck.
Anything that resembles alfoil/aluminium/or that makes a crinkly noise is placed around the perimeter and through the most obvious entrance as Tim disappears inside.
The Last 24 Hours
[Tim sleeps.]
SS GOLDSTONE
[Tim jumps and is on his feet in seconds when confetti and welcoming music suddenly break the absolute silence of the Marsiva; or what was the Marsiva anyway. Surprised eyes scan over what looks like.. a lounge? It certainly looks more lived in than the last one.]
Hello? Is anyone there?
[He doesn't drop his defensive stance as he turns to take in the exits to this room. His cowl is still down but his make shift 'zorro' mask remains on. It looks silly.]
If you're an alien who has kidnapped me, I'd very much like to speak to you?
[Speak to you, beat you up, he can multitask.]
Broadcast: Yes?
Action: Marsiva & SS Goldstone
When: 4/12 - 8/12
MARSIVA
[Tim wishes he could say he woke up alert and already assessing his environment but the truth is, he's very slow, very groggy and extremely confused when he first edges towards consciousness. It's only the cold from the barren Hospitality Deck that speeds up the process. He curls up and tries to reach for blankets that his sleepy mind tell him should be there. Only their absence has him sitting up to assess his current surroundings.]
First Hour
[Tim's first priority is his own body. He appeared here still in his Red Robin uniform and after a quick pat down, he realise that's all he's been left with. No grappling gun, no bo staff which he is not happy about but at least his identity is still safe.
Standing he notices the large viewing bay first and is immediately drawn to it. Hands find themselves against the glass-like surface and he cranes to see all he can. The constellations are wrong; well not wrong but wrong for any system Tim has in his memory. He takes a couple of hurried steps back as if to take in the bigger picture. Shoulders squared, breathes coming in and out to a precise mental count, his head cocks to take in the screen playing out the default Drift Fleet Encouragement Messages.
Deep breathe in, slow breathe out.
Stuck out in an unknown system, on an unknown ship, for entertainment purposes.
Perimeter check. Yes, we can handle that.]
First 24 Hours
[The perimeter check happens. Tim goes over the entire Hospitality Deck with a fine tooth comb. First he goes over it in a basic walk through, then he ransacks the entire place; strips the beds of any sheets, opens every cupboard and every container. Then he puts everything back exactly where it was before. If it wasn't so sterile to begin with you'd swear it was neater than before.
Anything small enough in the Medical Bay will be sneaked away into pockets in the belt.
Samples of the water is steamed and then frozen and then defrosted before the food get a familiar assortment of tests. Unless he finds something that resembles coffee he does not consume any of it.]
The Next 48 Hours
[Sleep doesn't happen, it doesn't even appear to be considered. He walks along each wall, running his fingers along looking for seams and he spends a little time using the kitchen cutlery trying to pry it away at the seams.
He gives up.
He spends a little time pacing in front of the large viewing windows.
He eventually finds or clears a large empty area and falls into a series of katas. This continues for hours until Tim is a panting sweating mess on the floor.
Tim approaches the showers and glares at the walls suspiciously looking for cameras. He glares at the showers. He leaves, stripping one of the cots of a sheet and ripping it long strips from it. He then weirdly flips his cape over his head and shoulders. When he emerges, the strips of cloth are being used as a make shift zorro style mask and the cowl from the Red Robin uniform has been removed. Shower is had.
Unfortunately after re-emmerging, Tim seems to have gotten an idea and anything resembling a sheet or blanket is pulled from wherever it lives, chairs and cots are rearranged however he can manage and over a couple of hours a blanket fort is constructed in the Hospitality Deck.
Anything that resembles alfoil/aluminium/or that makes a crinkly noise is placed around the perimeter and through the most obvious entrance as Tim disappears inside.
The Last 24 Hours
[Tim sleeps.]
SS GOLDSTONE
[Tim jumps and is on his feet in seconds when confetti and welcoming music suddenly break the absolute silence of the Marsiva; or what was the Marsiva anyway. Surprised eyes scan over what looks like.. a lounge? It certainly looks more lived in than the last one.]
Hello? Is anyone there?
[He doesn't drop his defensive stance as he turns to take in the exits to this room. His cowl is still down but his make shift 'zorro' mask remains on. It looks silly.]
If you're an alien who has kidnapped me, I'd very much like to speak to you?
[Speak to you, beat you up, he can multitask.]
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[He seems to realise that this conversation is a little one sideded]
Wait, sorry, these are a lot of questions I'm just throwing at you. Don't feel like you need to answer. I'm just used to trying to compile as much data as possible.
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[ she smiles ]
I'm just trying to get you to relax a bit. I'm almost positive that we're not in my universe, or someone would've come to get me so far or I would've recognized a planet or whatever. Sounds like we're on the same side, anyway.
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I've been mistaken for Dr Mid-nite in this costume a couple of times. That was a little embarrassing.
I appreciate the effort and warm welcome. It is reassuring to see someone who can relate to the way things are at home? Have you made any progress in getting out of this.. situation?
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That cowl? Uh, I would think that'd be kind of a hard mistake to make but okay.
[ she does sober up slightly at his next question, though ]
Nope. And people have been here awhile—competent people, smart people, magic people... no luck.
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You have no idea how nice it is to hear that.
[Ugh he always has to ruin a good mood doesn't he]
That just doesn't make sense to me, surely someone has to have escaped at some point.
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People leave, but like showing up here, it doesn't seem to be of their own volition.
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So what do we do around here then? To keep our audience entertained? What happens if we don't? if we're boring.
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And if you're boring, you just get less skrilla.
[ she makes a money motion with her fingers ]
So, this Batman. Does he dress up as a bat? Use bats for weapons?
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I'll endeavour to be as interesting as possible. [He sounds sceptical at his abilities there]
Ah, Yes kinda. The idea is to be a symbol of hope for the innocent and fear for the criminals. He's considered the world's greatest detective by those who know him and a complete myth and boogie man but Gotham's underbelly. The weapons tend to be bat-themed. Batmobile, Batwing, Batarangs, although I think most of the names came from the first Robin. He was nine at the time.
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He recruits children?
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Perhaps consider it more that he gives us the training and tools to survive what we'd insist on doing anyway?
I know he didn't want me as a Robin but I found him and insisted and even then I was sent to train with many different tutors before I was allowed to wear the suit.
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Batman needs a Robin. He is apparently very terrifying, and when dealing with victims, hostages or anyone who is panicked it's generally better to send in a Robin. Except for children. Kids prefer Batman a lot of the time?
You're telling me that Green Arrow doesn't have a Red Arrow or a Speedy?
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When did you start? crime-fighting that is
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How old were you?
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I-I was thirteen when I first put on the suit.
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Thirteen? You're kidding me right now. And that was after your tutoring?
How old are you now?
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Training started after that.
And I'm seventeen now.
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God, you're young. I'll have to take a photo and tell everyone at the bar, "do not serve this child".
[ she's teasing. she teases ]
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Also, there's a bar? do you run it?
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[ she smirks ]
No, I don't run it, but I work there a lot. When you don't have to save timespace, you have to find something to do with your time.
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I can tell you have siblings.
The Black Canary on my world owned a florist in Gotham once, it had a pun for a name. [He tries to remember] The Sherwood Florist. No, wait that one was in San Francisco. [He shrugs] I don't remember the Gotham one.
Working would have gone with her vigilante 'look' more though.
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Oh, god. I am definitely entirely unrelated to your Black Canary. Jesus.
Is that a Green Arrow pun or just incidentally awful?
What's her costume like?
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