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Here's how I know I should be seeing a therapist. Well, one reason. Of many.
I actually MISSED Gotham City.
15 August 2031 @ 01:58 pm
26 December 2011 @ 08:27 pm
[There is a child turning on his communicator. He's wearing an ugly little yellow and red and green Christmas sweater. It looks pretty awful, but he doesn't seem to notice it. In fact, he will even wave! Tiny Tim is better adjusted than older-jaded-Tim. :c]
Was I - what's the word - de-aged again? I remember being here last time, but not so much the in between...[He looks over his shoulder for a moment, off to the side.] Do you need help?
[And from somewhere off camera, we can hear Dick:] They're just sandwiches, I can handle it.
Tim gets up and wanders away for a few seconds - you may here him saying something about cutting the crusts off - but then he comes running back, leaning over the communicator.]</i> Oh yeah! Is, um....Is Sylar still here? Am I still supposed to take care of him? [Pause frown there is one he's forgetting...oh yes.] Shego? Are you still here, too? [How does one greet their older self's pretty girlfriend, WITH A TINY SMILE, HI SHEGO.]
((OOC: Lol my userpics expired just in time for lj dickery, so I apparently don't have kid icons on this account. Despite posting with them ten minutes ago. okay lj. :| ANYWAY I will reply from either
whatimcapableof or boycreeper.))05 December 2011 @ 11:52 am
[Private to David]
I figure we've both had time to chill out and think, now. So maybe it's time to talk.
[Public]
[And Tim just realized that he's just been doing his thing since coming back from Gotham, and that he hasn't actually told anyone he hasn't seen that he's back. Whoops. :c]
I'm back, by the way. Gotham still smells like Gotham.
I figure we've both had time to chill out and think, now. So maybe it's time to talk.
[Public]
[And Tim just realized that he's just been doing his thing since coming back from Gotham, and that he hasn't actually told anyone he hasn't seen that he's back. Whoops. :c]
I'm back, by the way. Gotham still smells like Gotham.
26 November 2011 @ 06:58 pm
[Private to friends]
I'm heading home to Gotham for a little while. don't worry; I'll be back. It shouldn't be too long. So if you want anything, yell.
[Private to Cissie]
Promise.
[Private to Dick]
I'm working on a new costume design. And I don't really trust the Admiral to get me the right material, so I'm going to grab it when I'm home. [And I want your opinion the look but you have to ask. :c]
You can come with, you know. I mean, to your time, or mine if you wanted. Just to see I'm not lying. [It really is okay man. And then, on an entirely different note:]
How's life as a zookeeper?
I'm heading home to Gotham for a little while. don't worry; I'll be back. It shouldn't be too long. So if you want anything, yell.
[Private to Cissie]
Promise.
[Private to Dick]
I'm working on a new costume design. And I don't really trust the Admiral to get me the right material, so I'm going to grab it when I'm home. [And I want your opinion the look but you have to ask. :c]
You can come with, you know. I mean, to your time, or mine if you wanted. Just to see I'm not lying. [It really is okay man. And then, on an entirely different note:]
How's life as a zookeeper?
11 November 2011 @ 04:11 pm
[There is a half-smile on Tim's face because oh hey he almost forgot BUT HE IS A GOOD BROTHER and he only forgets his own birthday]
So while the network is completely open...Everyone wish Dick a happy birthday. Since he's turning into an old man and all.
And if there's anyone lurking from home...[He waves lazily. Because he is very aware there may be Titans around to catch up with, along with Jokers.] Hey. [At least there's a smile?]
So while the network is completely open...Everyone wish Dick a happy birthday. Since he's turning into an old man and all.
And if there's anyone lurking from home...[He waves lazily. Because he is very aware there may be Titans around to catch up with, along with Jokers.] Hey. [At least there's a smile?]
01 November 2011 @ 10:38 pm
[Tim is still in the CES, and the angle would indicate he's on the roof of one of those buildings. Because this is what Robins of all generations do. They climb buildings and stand on roofs.]
The staffers are gone.
[He sounds so tired, and the circles under his eyes are intense, but he isn't booking it out of there yet.]
The door showed up, and the rain stopped. [He's turning away, hiding a yawn.] I'm going to check all the buildings, make sure everyone's getting out okay. [Those who surviveddid anyone even die in this death trap anyway.]
Is the infirmary back? The choices here were exposure or monster: a lot of us are going to need it. [Someone make him go too. :|]
[Private to Dick]
Can I stop checking in now?
[SPAM in the CES]
[Tim stayed on top of the small building for the duration of his post, and then a little longer to watch a few people leave. Then he dropped his makeshift staff over the edge of the roof, pocketed the communicator, and swung back down to the ground to make good on his promise to check the houses.]
The staffers are gone.
[He sounds so tired, and the circles under his eyes are intense, but he isn't booking it out of there yet.]
The door showed up, and the rain stopped. [He's turning away, hiding a yawn.] I'm going to check all the buildings, make sure everyone's getting out okay. [Those who survived
Is the infirmary back? The choices here were exposure or monster: a lot of us are going to need it. [Someone make him go too. :|]
[Private to Dick]
Can I stop checking in now?
[SPAM in the CES]
[Tim stayed on top of the small building for the duration of his post, and then a little longer to watch a few people leave. Then he dropped his makeshift staff over the edge of the roof, pocketed the communicator, and swung back down to the ground to make good on his promise to check the houses.]
30 October 2011 @ 10:40 am
[Have a quick pan of the CES, with all its creepy, shitty storming.]
I didn't walk in through the door. I can't find the door. And I've never seen weather this ugly in here.
[The camera wobbles a little, and Tim looks down, then all around him.] Great.
Who else is - [He's pausing, checking the network] - Who besides Buffy is here? And what's happening on the Barge?
[Private to friends]
Updates. Now. [Pause you are not ordering them Tim.] Please.
[Private to Dick]
Tell me you're not stuck here.
I didn't walk in through the door. I can't find the door. And I've never seen weather this ugly in here.
[The camera wobbles a little, and Tim looks down, then all around him.] Great.
Who else is - [He's pausing, checking the network] - Who besides Buffy is here? And what's happening on the Barge?
[Private to friends]
Updates. Now. [Pause you are not ordering them Tim.] Please.
[Private to Dick]
Tell me you're not stuck here.
23 October 2011 @ 09:37 am
[The video is just of a Parisian cityscape, seen from fairly high up. Like on a roof. Tim won't be showing himself at all.]
You know, I never liked Paris. My memories of it aren't the best. But it could be worse - we could be in Madrid. Madrid is definitely the Gotham of Spain.
In my universe, anyway.
[A pause, and the camera turns off for a few moments. When it's on again, we're higher up, and the view is of where the Eiffel Tower should be. The debris has been cleared away, but there's a pretty wide swatch of destruction all around it. The base is being rebuilt.]
For anyone who's interested, this didn't happen naturally. It didn't just rust and fall down. You might run into trouble with local authorities, so try to keep an extra low profile.
[There's some shuffling out of view, and then Tim turns the camera on himself. It's carefully just on his head, and if you can see some material bunched around his shoulders and neck....it's a scarf. :|]
Sight seeing's kind of out of the question, I guess.
[And off goes the camera.]
((OOC: So Tim will mostly be looking into the Eiffel Tower incident, but he's so very open to spam anywhere. Because he needs to get out of that costume before he starts smelling too hideous, okay. OH and all his replies will be voice!]
You know, I never liked Paris. My memories of it aren't the best. But it could be worse - we could be in Madrid. Madrid is definitely the Gotham of Spain.
In my universe, anyway.
[A pause, and the camera turns off for a few moments. When it's on again, we're higher up, and the view is of where the Eiffel Tower should be. The debris has been cleared away, but there's a pretty wide swatch of destruction all around it. The base is being rebuilt.]
For anyone who's interested, this didn't happen naturally. It didn't just rust and fall down. You might run into trouble with local authorities, so try to keep an extra low profile.
[There's some shuffling out of view, and then Tim turns the camera on himself. It's carefully just on his head, and if you can see some material bunched around his shoulders and neck....it's a scarf. :|]
Sight seeing's kind of out of the question, I guess.
[And off goes the camera.]
((OOC: So Tim will mostly be looking into the Eiffel Tower incident, but he's so very open to spam anywhere. Because he needs to get out of that costume before he starts smelling too hideous, okay. OH and all his replies will be voice!]
17 September 2011 @ 04:43 pm
[On a teeny tiny communicator made of acorns and fairy dust and BELIEF is Tim. Who has an acorn top as a hat. Oh and wings. He has wings, too. They're still for the moment, but they twitch and he lifts off his tiny branch in his very big tree every now and then, because HOW DO SIT STILL.]
Hey! Listen!
[No that's all you get for now. Timkerbell is Navi. Good luck.]
[Open Spam]
[It was always so hard to go anywhere when the wind was gusting. Tim struggled to fly onward, his eyes tearing up as the wind stung. It would have been so much easier if he could just walk like a human boy. It would be so much easier if he WAS a human boy. No more flying everywhere and not being heard and oh goodness that wind.
It barreled him over, head over heels over head over heels and wings and heels, through the air until he hit a tree, or a rock, or a person. Tim groaned; at least he hadn't landed on his head. Being a fairy was not what it was cracked up to be.]
Hey! Listen!
[No that's all you get for now. Timkerbell is Navi. Good luck.]
[Open Spam]
[It was always so hard to go anywhere when the wind was gusting. Tim struggled to fly onward, his eyes tearing up as the wind stung. It would have been so much easier if he could just walk like a human boy. It would be so much easier if he WAS a human boy. No more flying everywhere and not being heard and oh goodness that wind.
It barreled him over, head over heels over head over heels and wings and heels, through the air until he hit a tree, or a rock, or a person. Tim groaned; at least he hadn't landed on his head. Being a fairy was not what it was cracked up to be.]
