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Jason stumbled out of the room he'd been in and glared at basically nothing. How long had it been? Did the stupid thing just like him to keep him so damn long, and for a second time? Jason had given up on ever seeing the 'cake' they kept taking about. It wasn't like he had a sweet tooth so it didn't matter. What mattered was finding out what the hell had happened on the ship since he had been kidnapped. It couldn't have been much, right? No way would the program from hell keep him locked away as the rest of the ship fought for their lives... right?

He moved along the corridor, heading back towards the room he had once claimed as his own. Would it even still be there? Was all his stuff still there? If the ship trashed his room, he was going to go and blow something up. He wasn't in the mood for stupid pointless crap the ship could throw at him, he just wanted to lay down. Actually no.. he wanted to punch someone in the face, but he could just as easily lay down and pass right out.

[ooc: Jason's back folks. Sorry it took me so long to get the post up.]

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Coming down the corridor the other way was a girl carrying a book. Said book was some five feet in height, three in width, and possessed of a face.

(Did someone mention 'stupid pointless crap the ship could throw at him'? At least it has a face...)

"Hey," the book said, not at all politely, "where the hell's the bar on this ship? Every starship's gotta have a bar," it added, mostly speaking to itself out loud.

Jason stopped moving and stared at the book. Really Stacy? A talking book? He hated this ship in ways that he could never actually word without flailing.

"Can't honestly tell ya. Bar's have never been my scene." Not the truth. Back in Gotham he used to visit a bar nearly every night. But this book didn't need to know that.

Totally a talking book. A grumpy-looking talking book. That at least sounded ~~like Crispin Freeman~~ pretty badass, anyway.

"Damn. Why the hell isn't there a map to this place? Even a freakin' 'You Are Here' sticker would be nice."

The book grumbled a moment, paused, then looked around. "...Where the hell am I?"

Well, it's possible that Jason's going to see Dick as 'stupid, pointless crap' that the ship could throw at him. But, given everything that had happened in the past little while? He'd take it.

Dick was coming out of his own room, which was next to the one Jason had picked. He'd checked the room once he remembered Jason. Once he'd remembered everything. So, in some ways, he wasn't surprised to see Jason coming down the hall.

"Want a hand?" he asked, stepping forward.

Jason could have hugged the man standing in front of him. But instead he snorted and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Nah, I've been through worse. Can't let a little computer program stop me." He gave Dick a smirk before sighing.

"How long have I been gone?"

You're a Bat, Jason, whether you like it or not. That means no hugging! (Just because Dick breaks this rule all the time doesn't mean anything, really.)

He managed a half smile. "I don't think that's something you want to be hearing on your feet, Jason." Dick wasn't even sure how long it had been, but he could make an educated guess that 'too long' was a good measure.

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