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downtime. honest. [open]

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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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 ))

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).

Tim made himself give a nervous sort of laugh. He was interested in listening to the girl's thoughts on that matter, that was for sure. A little introspection went a long way for figuring someone out.

"Considering the whole 'universe gone' thing, and 'multiverses' and all that other stuff sprung on us..." he frowned, "Well, we don't even know if it's yours, mine, or someone else's completely, right?"

It was kind of a distraction from the question about his health, idling and talking about that instead. Finally, though, he did answer, playing up the persona. "It's not that bad. I didn't get into anything serious... I guess I'm just trying to relax a little while it heals up." He shrugged, then asked, "What about you? You're doing all right?"

((ooc: Okay! Was just curious. (: Poor Tim wouldn't be happy with it, but. :P ))

"In a way, it doesn't matter," Hit girl replied. "You can feel your world beating in all of this mess: why else would you be here? You were called, like everyone else here, because we have strengths and powers, and we know how to use them. So I'm not exactly belating myself knowing some shmuck's version: mine is here, and I intend to make it mine."

She shrugged. "Well, if you say so. You look like it could have been pretty bad, whatever. but relaxing is always good, if you need it. Me? I do all right. Minor cuts, some stupid random shots, nothing big. Im lucky: I'm much faster than i ever was on Earth, you know?"

"Fair enough," Tim replied, offering a small smile. Frankly, while there were concerns over realities, and who/what came from which-- especially considering the dissonance between his memories and those of his friends on board, though it seemed to mostly be a timeline thing-- he could agree to an extent. There wasn't a lot they could actually do about the individual things on the ship. So he was privately pleased to see the girl taking a practical approach (even while his was more paranoid). "It just... feels weird, I guess." He shook his head. "Not that this entire situation isn't kind of weird."

"That's good then," he said, nodding. "That you're not doing too bad. Speed has its advantages, I guess."

He shook his head, then offered a sheepish, "I'm Tim, by the way."

It took a lot for Mindy not to say oh I KNOW who you are, but since coming to the ship, Mindy had made an effort not to tell people who's comics she read why she knew them. for all she knew, SHE could be a comic in someone's world, and she sure as hell wouldn't like the idea of someone rolling up on her and calling her experiences fiction.

"Well speed is just one of the things I'm getting good at: with the Ohm as a threat, threre's always more anybody can be doing, you know? I'm a little kid, but at least I can learn the basics, in case I need to help. Maybe I can help people load their weapons, or assist them in battle."

It was such a steaming load of shit, of course, that she would be doing anything like that, but she never knew hwo many people she could trust with knowing who Mindy Macready really was.

"I'm Mindy," she said. "So what kind of world do you come from?"

Tim nodded to that, listening to her explanation. He wasn't entirely willing to take it at face value, really-- not when most people on the ship seemed a lot more complicated than that, and that went double for kids who were worth pulling into a war like this-- but he wasn't going to outright question it either. "That's always good," he said, offering her a small smile. "The little things count for a lot, right?"

He offered a quiet kind of laugh at that question, before he replied, "That's kind of a hard question to answer. I mean, it was 'normal' for me, but since everything's different..." He frowned, then explained, "I guess there wasn't anything that spectacular about it, really. Normal 'earth' kind of stuff, you know?" His expression grew somewhat apologetic, then he asked, "I take it you're more or less the same then?" Partially testing her there.

"You better believe it," Mindy said, playing into the voice. "I mean, helping out on the ship and being productive is a lot better than just lying around and being useless, you know? I get why the ship brings alot of these heroes and technical guys and all, by why bring kids at all? I don't think its because they believe we're the future and we'll be leading the way anytime soon."

A joke, and not a great one, but it at least might throw someone off the track. "So not so normal by people who are considered civilians, am I right?" She didn't have to be Hit Girl to show she was observant. "But normal by the standards of someone who's a little extraordinary, right? As for me, I'm a cop's little girl. You could say my upbringing wasn't all that normal either."

"Fair enough," Tim replied, easily. "Besides, if you thought that the 'future' logic was what it was... that they'd be kept in the pods. Or, I don't know, brought older or something." Since 'Stacy' clearly had the potential to be carrying people from different points in time. He'd experienced that first hand. Which, of course, was just more reason for him to think that there was more to Mindy here than met the eye.

It was just a shame that the same logic applied to him, if not quite as heavily. "Well, I guess weird stuff happened sometimes, too. It just seems like nothing, compared to most of the things I've heard on board here." He laughed weakly, then followed up on hers, "I guess that dose give you kind of a different edge, yeah. I imagine it was pretty different." But still, it didn't seem like enough basis to bring someone on board, without more.

((ooc: sorry this tag is kind of derp ugh))

"Well that would actually make sense," Mindy observed, "and from what I've seen, the ship isn't exactly big on doing things that make sense. Not that I really understand any of this: as far as I can grasp, aliens bad, living good, so we fight. But the more I listen to people, the more I realize we're kinda disorganized."

Not to mention probably lied to and messed with on a constant basis, Mindy thought additionally, but kept that to herself. "From what I've heard, there've been plenty of different kind of troubles on the ship, enough that it keeps people on their toes. Me, I dunno why I'm here, unless I'm supposed to analyze things and come up with plans, like Penny from Inspector gadget?"

She sure looked the part.

Tim had himself laugh. "Okay, fair point. This kind of went way past 'nonsensical' a while back." He grimaced, adding, "It kind of is, isn't it? Hopefully that gets resolved soon." Of course, they had a lot more to deal with. Trust issues, deaths... Tim pushed those thoughts from his mind for the time being.

He relaxed a little, though, at that, and nodded. "Hey, can't knock that," he said. He was still trying to figure her out, though. "I feel a little out of place sometimes myself. But if I had to venture a guess it'd be business/diplomatic skills for me." And the superhero business but that was a digression.

"You think?" Mindy said, shaking her head. "If I were completely honest with myself, I should be dead along with plenty of other people in my world. Why am I here? Blah blah, feelings of sadness and stuff. So no point in feeling sorry for myself when aliens are coming, right? I have to be sensible."

Yup, play up the cop's daughter thing. It's not like it was even a lie, right? She was just specifically not getting into what a cop's daughter could actually DO.

"Oh c'mon, that's BORING," she declared. Robin, doing business and diplomacy? Man, he was half lying just as much as her! "You gotta have some other stuff up your sleeve, like, firepowers or something! Maybe you're a latent mutant!"

"Survivor's guilt is brutal," Tim replied to that, voice dropping just the slightest bit as he said it. But it fit, at least, with the character he was presenting-- and this entire situation would wreak havoc on the normal person's psyche. "Right. Only so much we can do, but feeling sorry for ourselves won't help, right?" He played up his voice being a little bit more uncertain at that.

Of course, he did manage a laugh at her declaration of his civilian life being 'boring,' and her ideas for what else he could have going on in his life. "No, no superpowers to speak of, sorry," he said, smiling a bit. "Not that I can say if there's anything latent, but pretty sure I'm just a regular human."

Oh he was good: he was very, VERY good, and he'd even have her fooled if she didn't know who he was. But then, wasn't that why she was able to lie so well to begin with? Heroes weren't supposed to put themselves out there, they were supposed to lead you away from the secrets about them. "Yeah, it won't. We have to find ways to be useful."

She could do it too, Robin. "Well, you don't know. You could be a mutant or something. Maybe I could be too! Though I hope I'm not, like, Jubilee, or that lame version of Rogue from the movie..."

Oops?

"Exactly," he agreed, with something like a sad smile. He was still trying to place her-- she seemed earnest, yes, but it was off to him, given the context. He couldn't tell if she were lying, or if it was just another strangeness in their new lives. He'd have to watch out for her.

Tim rose any eyebrow at that, watching her closely. Something about those names was familiar-- like he'd encountered them before. But she was clearly talking about something fictional from her world. Right? Anything else was coincidence. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with them," he admitted.

((ooc: sorry for the huge delay and the fail of this tag. :c ))

He was definitely trying to place her: it was Tim Drake after all, probably the smartest Robin that Batman had. Of course, she was from a place where his story was just a comic book, so it was better that she keep this information to herself.

And she had to be careful not to give Hit Girl away either.

"Eh, it doesn't matter: there are still plenty of ways to make yourself useful without having to be super powered. We are on a living ship of meat: we have access to all this training, whether to fight or to operate stuff. Knowing me, I might be able to pilot a ship or something."

Ha! That would be the day! Of course, she did know how to drive a car and a tank, so that was a start.

"True enough," Tim agreed, with a grimace. "At least there's a lot of resources. I know I'm not really much of a fighting type, though." At least his generally body shape showed that, though it was probably clear he was fit, anyway. "So I guess I need to put my brain to work, see about strategy and that sort of thing." He shook his head. "Learning to pilot something would be useful, though. I'd say you should go for it."

"Well look at me: if I was all about fighting, I wouldn't be here right now, digging around for things. I'd be, I dunno, training under a waterfall of something, like they do in the movies. The best I can do is find something I'm really good at and do it to the best of my ability. Piloting would take awhile."

Ah, truth sprinkled in with the lies. The best kind.

Tim laughed. "Fair enough, I guess that would be the case." Of course, here he was-- though admittedly he was mostly not training to give his injuries a rest. He'd return to that later, of course. He nodded, and smiled, faking warmth. "That's true. But I'm sure you'll find something."

Fake warmth. Ha. She knew all about that stuff: hell, she'd done it herself just to get what she wanted. Tim was good, and he would be amazing if she wasn't who she was (and knowing who he was helped, really).

"I know I will. I won't ever just sit back and let the adults do everything. The kids here have just as much to lose as anyone else!"

Ha. When was the last time she considered herself one of the kids here?

"Exactly," he agreed. "We all have just as much to gain from helping however we can. We can only benefit ourselves by trying to find a niche and working to save our own worlds, right? There's really no reason to not do our parts, in this case." Plus, there was the whole hero thing-- he couldn't exactly stand idle when there were people to save, who needed help.

"It seems like such a simple thing to come to terms with, but people fight and backer all the time, and then there's so many factions on the ship, with a council and captain and such. So how do you get all these people to look out for each other when they don't even trust each other?"

Tim frowned, and nodded. They still had a lot of issues, as a crew, to work through. Not that he had room to talk. "Hopefully that gets solved soon. We're not really going to be all that effective if we don't start to shape up a little. At least there's nothing too seriously going on, right now, though." Meaning no extreme cases of physical violence against crewmates.

"Well now, no, but its only a matter of time, right? All you need is just the right issue. If I were a villain, it'd be pretty easy. All you'd really have to do is play the characters morals against each other in just the right situation. The easiest way to do it would be the killing issue. We have a bleeding heart on the council: how easy do you think it'd be to manipulate her? Its weird, being on the ship and knowing at any time, someone will slip and then we'll be played against each other, or similarly not care."

Hints, Robin. She knows even YOU would see something like this coming. The clone planet and recovering the kidnapped was enough for that.

"Of course," Tim replied, sobering up somewhat. Even his 'civilian' self couldn't take something like that lightly, though internally he was quietly taking note of just how introspective this girl was-- and how she was analysing things in a way that most people on the ship seemed they never would. He was curious about her, and wondering if she were getting at something in particular or speaking generally. He'd have to get more from her.

"There's too much conflict on the ship, from what I've seen. And you're right, the morality of it is certainly a big part of that. I think we're kind of in a precarious situation. You're right that it'd be a bit too easy to tip over the edge, one way or another. Unity is a big issue here."

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