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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.]

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Pfft, nah. I mean, it kinda weirded me out too, to be honest. But who'm I to judge what someone does for stress relief, right?

[Her power level was faaaar above his anyway, so he wasn't about to get on her bad side if he could help it.]

Some people stress bake, some people go shopping, and some just blow the ever-loving-fuck outta some shit. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

I'm guessing you're a stress baking? Just going by your profession?

[He knows he tends to just focus on the mission but there is no mission here so... he has no immediate stress relief. This will need to be taken care of]

I'd have to care enough about something in order to get stressed.

[He sounds appropriately blase about that, but in all honesty, the greatest stress he's ever under is when he's fighting for his life. He doesn't exactly have to do that here, so saying "I kill whatever is annoying me" is probably not the right answer to a Lawful Good.]

What about you, Mr. Cloak and Cowl? Punching bad guys your go-to?

[Tim will just nod to that.] How did you guess? I usually focus on the mission. I like to be kept busy.

Not necessarily just the punching part although that is part of it.

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I mean... [He gestures at the screen and at Robin through it.]

Kiiiiinda got the whole "vibe" off you. Not much to punch here though, so you miiiight wanna pick up a new hobby.

Knitting? Stabbing with knitting needles? Painting?

[Tim feels like he's looking down at himself in confusion a lot during this conversation]

I think you're getting a more violent vibe from me than is accurate... I hope.

Also if there's no one to punch here who exactly would I be stabbing with knitting needles?

I dunno? You're the masked vigilante.

[Taako shrugs.]

Who do you usually stab?

I don't usually stab anyone. I use a collapsible bo staff; blunt weapons only. We arrest and capture criminals. We don't kill. [The last part is said not like a mantra but there's a weight to it.]

Are there jobs to be done for the whole fleet? I'm sure I will find something. [or go stir crazy]

Edited 2018-12-14 15:28 (UTC)

Oh, so you bludgeon 'em - so much better.

[Slightly better, actually, but Taako isn't sure if he'd rather be stabbed or beaten to death.

Neither, honestly. They both sound pretty shit.]

But jobs for the whole fleet? Ehhhhhh? I don't really know. I work at the Melting Pot - pseudo-owner actually. But there's a shitload of places on the Iskaulit.

[He shrugs] I know I prefer a concussion over a stab wound. [Actually that depends, he hates not being clear headed]

What's the Melting Pot?

I mean, both are shitty, let's be fair. And I've been nearly blown up with Magic Missile before - so I know alllll the options.

[Spoiler alert: they're all shitty.]

Melting Pot's the restaurant. Not mine originally or I would've come up with a snazzier name, natch. One of the only places on the Fleet to get real bacon.

Magic Missile? Are you joking with me or is that an actual spell? [Tim use to run games of Wizards & Warriors for his small group of friends in high school so the idea that this is a real spell is both mind-boggling and hilarious]

I don't know, the name kinda seems to fit? It has a very witchy feel to it?

Mmhm, no joke. Fucker nearly got me because he cast it at a higher spell slot than me and I was still, you know, level one. But I wasted his ass on the second round.

And I'm a wizard, not a witch. Very different there, bud.

[spell slots, levels and rounds. oh wow. Tim's eye glaze over a little at the possibility of a world where these things are real.]

Sorry, wizard. My mistake.
Um.. what level are you now?

Twelve. ...Why?

[Oh wait. Taako laughs suddenly.]

Oh shit, are you one of those nerds who pretends to be an adventurer? Some lady here was talking about our lives like it was some kinda game people who couldn't adventure used to play in her world.

[Tim joins in the laughter] I use to run those games for my friends back in high school. So I was the Dungeon Master as it was. [He says this with a air like 'when I was young' despite clearly still being a teenager]

It was a lot of fun but yes nerd would definitely be the right description.

Wait, you call yourself a Dungeon Master?

[Yeah, nooope. Taako is losing his shit with laughter. That is the nerdiest thing he's ever heard. Who would call themselves a dungeon master?]

Do you-- [He dissolves into giggles again.] Do you-- like wear-- [Wheeze] black robes and shit? Holy crap, I have to tell Lup. This is amazing.

[Tim calms his own laughter as Taako continues but you can tell he's still amused.] No, no hat or robes to be had. Just a lot of books and paper to keep all the rules at hand and Dungeon Master is just the title you get as, some use Game Master or Story Teller

What rules are there to even bother with? You go in and blow shit up until you get what you want usually. Unless you run into puzzles or some asshole bugbear or gerblin or something.

[Although Klarg was generally nice now as long as he didn't fritz the fuck out and suplex Taako into the ground.]

It's still weird to me that people would rather pretend to be a ranger or cleric than go out and actually do it.

Because all games have rules of some kind, even if you play fast and loose with them they are there to give the whole thing, structure. Although I can see how someone having a whole set of rules on our your world and life works would be strange.

And different worlds and different opportunities. People can become rangers and clerics in my world but the job description and abilities are vastly different and there are generally less supernatural encounters, [pause] depending on who you are. No bugbear, kobolds or mindflayers in my world.

If you want adventure and fighting you become a vigilante or criminal I suppose. If you want gold or loot, again criminal or businessman is an option; archeologist if you want to explore ruins.

Soooounds..... [He thinks for a moment, trying to find a nicer way to say this and? Nope, can't think of one.] boring. Even if I'm new to the adventuring game, I'd rather be one than play a game about one.

Because we get adventure, fighting, gold, and loot and don't have to choose one job or another. Pretty basic package for being an adventurer and, as long as you don't up and die, pretty easy to do.

Well to be fair, for me it was a break from the excitement to run a fun game for my friends and for them I imagine it was a form of escapism.

My life does have adventure, fighting and I'm not hurting for money or um loot I guess. [Gadgets will count as loot in this case.]
Perhaps that's why u chose to run rather than play?

I mean if you were ever interested I suppose I could run a version where you could pretend to be vigilantes. You could see what it's like to experience a different world.

[He'd have to care about the law in order to be a vigilante, Robin. But he does appreciate the offer to try a new world out.]

Mmm thanks but no thanks. I'm not into the nerd stuff and? I think I've had my fill of 'experiencing a different world,' what with being kidnapped from mine.

[He gestures to everything around him.]

Elves don't go to space, my dude. We like staying on the ground.

[He pauses and snickers.]

Unless you're a weird wood elf.

It's an open offer if space ever gets boring for you?

How are weird wood elves different?

If I ever get so bored I want to pretend to be myself, I'll let you know.

And wood elves live in trees - that's how.

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