Grumpy Bird

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

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.]

Comments

[sassy_assassin]

Sure, but both Speedys were adults when they tricked their way into the position.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

They were both teenagers in my world [He shrugs] Another difference, I guess.

When did you start? crime-fighting that is

[sassy_assassin]

Now that is kind of a long story, but essentially about six years ago, give or take a few months.

How old were you?

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[Maybe he shouldn't have asked that question. Cause now he doesn't want to answer it back.]

I-I was thirteen when I first put on the suit.

[sassy_assassin]

[ her face says it all ]

Thirteen? You're kidding me right now. And that was after your tutoring?

How old are you now?

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

No, that was before training. I kinda stole the suit just that once, but to be fair I had gone to Nightwing first to help Batman but they both got caught by Two-Face so I took the suit and rescued them.

Training started after that.

And I'm seventeen now.

[sassy_assassin]

It's a good thing I'm used to superhero names or that would be a hard story to follow.

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 ]

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[He smiles to show he can tease back] You think if I had any inclination to drink at all that a warning to bar staff would really hinder me?

Also, there's a bar? do you run it?

[sassy_assassin]

Nah, but it might embarrass you.

[ 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.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[He pouts. He doesn't know enough about the people on this ship yet to know if that happening would be completely insufferable yet. I mean just imagine if there's an alternate version of the demon brat here.]

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.

[sassy_assassin]

[ she makes a face ]

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?

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

I'm pretty sure it was an intentional pun. It does make a little sense, they are married in my world. [He shrugs.]

Her costume tended to change every couple of years, but the most consistent features were the fishnet stockings and leather jacket. I don't know if that's current though; the Arrows I tended to stay in touch with were Arrowette who has retired anyway and Green Arrow- [Oh wait, that code name isn't going to work] a different Green Arrow...

[sassy_assassin]

Yeeeeeeeeeep. We are definitely from different worlds. Green Arrow is married to someone completely different where I'm from, but frankly, it's shocking that he's married at all.

[ she furrows her brow ]

Okay, but, like, how are fishnets comfortable or practical to fight in. Leather jacket, I get. But I tend to also go with pants. Pants are good.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

I'm pretty sure it's shocking he's married in our universe too but it's been a few years? So something is working and honestly I'm a teenager, I don't know what makes a successful marriage.

[He shrugs] I don't know how she does it but I prefer to have armour over all my squishy bits.

[sassy_assassin]

Weird.

And, I mean, a good costume has some protection, but a girl's gotta move.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

At some point I think it was just the look of them on armour? But I confess I did not ask or go about feeling her legs to find out?

[sassy_assassin]

Good boy.

So, Gotham? Is it just as seedy in your world?

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[There's an instinctual need to defend his city]

Gotham isn't- she- it's not her-

[He shuts his mouth.]

Yeah, probably.

I mean you don't have Batman but you might also not have a lot of his rogues either. Is there anyone defending Gotham?

[sassy_assassin]

The police? I don't know. I don't go there.

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

Most of cops in Gotham can't be trusted though. If you get back there, trust Jim Gordon if you need to deal with the police at all.

Which criminals do you encounter regularly?

[sassy_assassin]

The time-destroying ones. Demons, lately.

You?

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[He was curious about names but oh well. Time destroying villains and demons sounds about par for the course really]

Lately, Ra's Al Ghul and his Assassins have finally withdrawn from Gotham but I'm expecting retaliation will be forthcoming.

A new one who hasn't given himself a name yet also organised The Tournament of Assassins recently. Unfortunately, I don't have much more on them except their well connected, possible ageless, if not another immortal.

[sassy_assassin]

[ Sara can't hide the tonal shift at Ra's name. She tries to school her face to calm, but her eyes are watching him more closely now ]

You deal with Ra's al Ghul a lot?

[permanentlyexhaustedbird]

[He can understand that reaction to Ra's. Seems an enemy their universes have in common]

More than I'd like. His interest was largely with Batman becoming his heir for many years but that's been unsurprisingly unsuccessful. Apparently though when B is [dead/lost in time] I make a good enough substitute.

[Hopefully the attempt for an heir from Tim was a once off]

I presume you've had to deal with him yourself?

[sassy_assassin]

Yeah.

In my world, he's after Oliver for all of that.

You ever deal with his daughters?