downtime. honest. [open]

[battorch]

In light of his injuries, Tim hadn't been doing as much work as he honestly would have liked to-- he was supposed to be taking it easy while he finished healing, and thus had spent more time around as himself, as opposed to as Red Robin.

Of course, he still had a lot of on his mind. Even without that taken into consideration, he wasn't a fan of idling. He'd spent a fair amount of time as 'Tim', at least, but beyond that-- well, if his work was being limited (though he could work on his own private things, as well), at least he still had training. He considered it physical therapy.

He had to be careful of course-- he was already probably moving himself too much-- but exercising was still important, after all. Even if it was lighter than he would normally allow himself. At least he was being sensible about it.

((ooc: Because of his injuries, Tim Drake is going to be around more than usual! While Red Robin is still in his usual haunts-- working with Engineering, Programming, Neuropathy, Security...--and with a decent amount of training mixed in. So feel free to run into him anywhere, as either, though those are the most likely places. c: ))

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[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Conisdering the last mission and the Ohm before that, Mindy had taken her fair share of knocks and bruises, and was perfectly happy being Mindy Macready for a little while. She had also kept herself busy looking for (and stealing) furniture for Ruffnut's new house. This meant running around from one place to another, looking for things to salvage.

Which meant, though she regretted it a little but, going to Grand Central and stealing some of the gears in the escalators so she could give the parts to Ruffnut for the elevator. If Tim were to approach, he'd see her gathering parts, her butterfly knife tucked in her back pocket.

[battorch]

Tim himself-- as himself-- just happened to be in the area, doing some scouting as he was prone to do (and, of course, he had his own hide away in the city). Of course, he was bound to look a little closer when he saw anything that might be deemed 'suspicious looking'... and a girl rooting through parts could be considered that. Especially because he could see that knife in her pocket.

He came a little closer, acting hesitant-- but it was just a showier version of his cautious. "Find anything?" he asked, voice holding a partial joking tone to it. Given the nature of the ship, looting through a place like this wasn't so bad-- but he still had to investigate.

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

Mindy started, looking up. Who the hell was actually able to sneak up on her without her knowing? She hardly knew anyone who was that quiet. When she saw who it was though, she had to hide a smile very quickly. Of course. If it would be anybody, it'd be someone that hung out with Batman.

Which would normally have have resulted in her fangasiming, but right now she was on a mission.

"Some stuff," she said, sighing. "It's sorta hard to try and get elevator parts when you only barely know what you're looking for. And of course this place is a mess, courtesy of whatever weird shit attacked the ship at the time. Suck too: I must have visited this station at least thirty times."

[battorch]

Tim hadn't meant to be too sneaky-- though it was, admittedly, a hard habit to break, especially the more he acted as Red Robin-- but hopefully she wouldn't think much of his silence. She'd been startled, but still.

He watched her a little cautiously, but he nodded to that, deciding to play it cool. "Understandable," he replied. "It's kind of... disheartening to see old memories trashed like this." He shrugged, then added, "Not much to do about that though."

((ooc: out of pure curiosity! How much does she know about him? :o ))

[hit-girl-mindy.livejournal.com]

The last thing that Hit Girl was going to do be pissed off at anyone for following her and succeeding in surprising her: if anything, they deserved props for the feat to begin with. Besides, it was DRAKE. She liked Nightwing fine, Jason Todd was probably more like her, but she had always had a special place for Tim, especially after the last fight she had on Earth (they had called it "Robin's Revenge" for a reason, after all).

"Yeah well, you just tell yourself its not the REAL place or whatever, but then you think 'what the hell IS real anymore,' you know? So you just sorta chase pieces of it, even in all this rubble. And now, I guess, I'm trying to make something out of it."

She shrugged. It was oddly introspective, for her anyway.

"But whatever. You look kinda banged up. What are you doing?"

[I'd say she'd know before Jason Todd came back, so she doesn't know about Red Robin yet. She could guess though).

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Why look it was someone he didn't know at all

Zouichi spotted Tim in Hydroponics, where he appeared to be Training While Injured. He sped up to catch up with Tim, curious.

"Not doing anything Medical would scold you for, are you?"

[battorch]

Tim felt Zouichi approaching before he spoke up, so he was ready enough to lower his staff, just slightly, head turning just slightly as he looked over to him, signaling that yes, he saw him.

"Why ever would they disapprove?" he asked dryly, but there was the slightest smirk to go with it.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe you'll pop some stitches or sprain something. If anyone asks, I had nothing to do with it." He also didn't inject the Master with any anesthetic compounds! Okay, yes he did

Huh. A staff. "Preparing for the next fight?"

[battorch]

"I'm a model patient," Tim replied casually, finally relaxing more and dropping his staff a bit further. He could return to training shortly. "Besides, I don't have any stitches." Definitely the point.

"Hn." A somewhat dismissive noise, but he followed it up after a moment's pause with an explanation. "Keeping himself in top form," he said. "I'd rather keep myself exercised, injured or not."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Well, as long as you're getting some exercise, how about a practice match?" Zouichi couldn't exactly use his full strength and speed on Tim (especially not when he was injured)... but it would be fun. Like playing, in a way.

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Yo, Red Robin!" Punchy's already made himself at home in Programming - and by that, he means he's set up a small camping tent with a series of computers in it and a sleeping bag, so he can sleep at work (and thus avoid his annoying roomie). Also he's shirtless and has half an extremely stale gummi worm hanging out of his mouth, because he's super classy like that.

The goggles are still on, though. Because.

He pokes his head out and waves to Tim. "I think I'm hitting a breakthrough on this SOS shiznat. Froze a bunch of the distress call's code with a recording gig, been looking it over for like..."

He checks his watch. "I don't know, twenty-six hours? Either it's starting to jigsaw itself into sense or I'm mad jacked on sleep dep."

[battorch]

On one hand, Tim can appreciate Punchy's very obvious dedication to his job in Programming. He is clearly serious about giving ample time to work on his tasks.

On the other hand, sometimes he made it hard for Tim to take him seriously.

Tim raises an eyebrow under his cowl at Punchy suddenly calling him, but it was clearly work related (even before he explained). He peels himself away from his own projects, turning to face Punchy before he moves closer to the tent.

"I take it you'd like a second opinion, then?" he asks. And he knew how sleep deprivation could wreak havoc on proper work. Not that that stopped him in the past, either. But still, to hit a breakthrough-- considering what they had-- was impressive.

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Word." He slips back into the tent and sits cross-legged with a laptop that must be wired to about eighteen other gadgets (and thus defeating the purpose of a portable computer). He motions for Tim to sit next to him and take a look at the strings of white on black code he's been analyzing. A notebook sits next to him with notes scrawled in some of the most illegible handwriting known to all mankind - it resembles English less than it does ancient runes or artistic representations of dust bunnies.

"Okay, so we got this gank scrambled signal, right? I spent like, eight hours trying to crack that bitch, turns out I was having trouble with it because it was coming from two different zones."

He switches to another laptop, set up beside him. "The one I been dogging on this comp's too weak for me to get a solid pinpoint on, so either it's a mirror or it's the original and this other one..."

He goes back to the first laptop and switches tabs on it. "Is a booster to bring that crazy noise. Or it's the original and the other's picking it up by accident. But the thing about this signal is it's got enough juice to really bite into it. So if you run it through a pinpoint..."

Punchy takes a flash drive out of his computer and sticks it in the second laptop, running a program. "It gives you coordinates. And it's right in the City, so we can check it out and see what it is."

He grins at Tim, a little bit buzzed but mostly just stoked to have figured all this out.

[battorch]

Tim lowers himself into a sort of crouch, one arm resting over a knee, where he was directed to sit. Behind the lenses he's looking over Punchy's work-- noting the writing, as well, with a faint frown-- before he rests his gaze on the other teen's computer, listening to his explanation of what he's found.

And honestly, he was vaguely impressed. Punchy was certainly smarter than he seemed, and he had done some good work with this.

Red Robin nods, looking it over, before he actually-- nearly-- smiles a little. "Not bad at all," he comments, looking over all of the information on the screens. It seemed solid to him, as well. Lack of sleep or no, Punchy'd gotten it. "Nice work," he adds, casually, before he straightens up. He figures they should investigate right away.

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

Punchy gets to his feet too, before remembering that he probably shouldn't go wandering around the City shirtless. Not that his topless body isn't something all the ladies would clamor for, or that it probably couldn't be written off as cultural differences, but still. He pulls his jacket on, slips down his Serious Business goggles, and nods to Tim.

"It was no big. Just a little elbow grease and some cranking with the binary. Gummi worm?" He holds the nearly-empty bag out to Tim. It's very likely Punchy hasn't eaten anything else in the last twenty-six hours. "Or you wanna just slap leather and see if we can find some prints or DNA or whatever shizz on whatever this is?"

Unless it's the real thing! In which case they should bring backu...nawwwww they're superheroes, they can handle anything.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"Tim?" A faintly familiar voice called out to him as she made her way towards Engineering for her usual shift. She generally took the same route, but sometimes she enjoyed taking a different one, even if it meant it was way longer... but as per usual, she was way earlier than she should have been, what could she say? She loved her work so even if she got lost she'd be there ahead of time.

She walked over to him, sporting her newest accessory over her right eye in the form of an eye patch, slightly covered by one of her wine colored bangs.

"Haven't seen ya in a while, how are ya?" her tone of course, was as timid and yet friendly as ever.

[battorch]

Tim, of course, had seen Ronnae around a little bit more, via Engineering-- but he'd not been terribly prone to speak to her as Red Robin, so it really had been a while, even for him. He turned at the sound of her voice, shy and quiet, as per usual.

He feigned surprise at hearing her address, and smiled to the girl. "Hello, Ronnae," he replied, a little bit formal, but adding some friendliness to his voice. "I'm... alright, all things considered. How about you?"

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"Better than I many thought I'd be," she smiled timidly and nodded.

"I'm glad to see you're alright, I didn't see many people during it or afterwards. It was all quite intense." Not that she had minded the intensity of it at all.

"What are you up to?"

[battorch]

He nodded to her, smiling a little bit more warmly, back. "Glad you're okay," he said.

He shifted slightly on his feet, shaking his head. "Trying to kill time, I guess. Keeping myself at least sort of occupied. What about you? Working?"

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

"Yup~ on my way there actually! There's been a lot of talk about what needs to be done in our department. So I'm doing what I can to take the brunt of the workload since I can take it." She grinned proudly and gave him a playful thumbs up.

[iceiceprincess]

[I hope you don't mind late tags :'D]

Despite being an overlord and an fake oracle, Pram rarely associated with humans. All she knew about humans were the typical stereotype of being weak but stubborn and, at times, even worse than a typical demon. They were extremely unpredictable and she never liked uncertainty... But there she was, associating with them on this ship. Really, the Sacred Tome could at least have told her about this beforehand...

She watched the other train from afar with a slightly curious and confused look on her face.

[battorch]

Tim, being aware of his surroundings as always, was aware of someone watching him train from a distance. For a time, he just let her do so, while he worked off some stress and some stiffness in his injuries (which were fortunately on their way to recovery by now). He couldn't tell who it was-- not without looking directly there-- but they were also keeping space between them, so he ignored it for a short time.

Eventually, however, he did vocalise, calling out, "You have any intention of joining in?"

((ooc: no tag is ever too late, soo. (8 ))

[iceiceprincess]

"No." Pram replied without hesitation. Why should she, a magic-user, go through physical training? "I don't do any sweaty and gross exercises."

She waved it off as she floated in her place.

[battorch]

"Fair enough," Tim replied, letting out a noise kind of like a laugh, though he didn't really pause in his exercise either. Though having spared her a glance, he did notice the floating. Which just helped form the theory in his head. "More of a magic user, I take it?" he asked.

[iceiceprincess]

"Well, duh." She said with an irritated sigh, as if the other had just pointed out the most obvious thing, as she brushed her hair away. "I mean, why else would I be floating and wearing a fluffy dress?"

Pram, the master of having a decent conversation.