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driftfleet2018-12-08 07:52 pm
permanentlyexhaustedbird) wrote in driftfleet2018-12-08 07:52 pm
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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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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?
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Which criminals do you encounter regularly?
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You?
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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.
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You deal with Ra's al Ghul a lot?
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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?
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In my world, he's after Oliver for all of that.
You ever deal with his daughters?
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Good luck to Oliver. The man is a cockroach; worse than in fact.
Talia has little interest in anything besides Batman but I have encountered her. Nyssa took an interested in the second Batgirl but last I heard was believed dead by the league's own assassins so presumably on Ra's orders.
and I've recently encountered a half sister [the shudder again] who did not give a name but I hope I never see again. This is unlikely.
[He is deadpan just annoyed and fed up at this next bit] His grandson is my adoptive brother who has tried to kill me on more than one occasion but is apparently something I'm just going to have to put up with until he's house trained or something.
I know that's not a daughter but the demon spawn annoys me.
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Ra's grandson? From Talia or the half-sister?
[ it doesn't cross her mind that he could be Nyssa. Or, well, it does, but she dismisses it as a possibility ]
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Talia and Batman's. Don't ask. I don't want to think about how that happened.
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[ she sighs, switching tone again slightly ]
And you know, I think I can figure out how it happened. When a crazy assassin and guy in a mask...
[ she trails off, teasing him with the whole thing ]
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[And sudden he's a teenager again as his face screws up in disgust.]
Oh ew, that's already way more thought than I want to put into the demon brat's conception. Do you go around hinting at everyone to picture their father- yeah I can't finish that sentence.
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Only when I know it'll make them uncomfortable.
What's the kid's name?
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[Tim smirks] Demon spawn obviously. [before he sighs] This real name thing is going to keep coming up isn't it?
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It's not personal. I didn't tell my best friends for months and then it was no mask and a fake name for a while.
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I was given access to their entire computer network for a time so while it might not all be accurate for your world there might be overlap.
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[ casual. very casual. ]
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Please clarify which Al Ghul exactly you were dating.
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Yeah, I think I'd rather leave you in suspense.
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At least tell me it wasn't Ra's
[Ra's has the lowest chance of being the correct answer but he needs to know for sure.]
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