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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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"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."

"An issue in that its temporary, and always JUST temporary," she said. "I've seen dad bring work home, telling me about why one gang wants another one gone, and what their deal is. It barely amounts to anything actually important, but they kill each other anyway. Now here, on the ship, you have mutants and wizards alongside demons and humans. We avoid conflict barely, just barely, because we're all in this together and all. And that might be enough, if missions didn't happen.

"But they do, all the time. A superhero and wizards will never take a life if they can spare it: but humans and demons, for example, are different. Both are used to killing to achieve a victory, and then there's always fear. So there's that conflict. The we know nothing about our leaders either: suspicion breeds more conflict. And then comes our leaders, our council. I think their mess ups are pretty self explanatory."

Man it was hard to say all this without cursing.

"Precisely," Tim agreed again. She'd clearly been exposed to a lot, through her father or otherwise, and it was all stuff that he himself was familiar with. The petty fights over territory or otherwise. That was what his work was all about-- both of his jobs. "Gang problems were pretty common back home, so I've seen a lot of the awful fights that break out. And, when I've been able to discern, rarely for any good reasons." He shook his head.

And he knew that conflict well. His entire training was about avoiding the loss of life, whether directly or indirectly, but he had seen his fair share of those who didn't think that way. He'd had his own conflicts because of it. "There are too many points of contention, with a crew this diverse. Moral conflict is the big one, like you've touched on. And the lack of trust. We have some records, statements, and analysis of members of the council and leadership, but it's not comprehensive and we only have their word on a lot of it." And that was hardly a valid piece of evidence, when not backed up. Not that he was any better, when it came to telling the truth or to trusting others. "And the psychological evaluations only became mandatory, from what I've read of records, after the first elections were held."

He softened, having come a bit too close to the 'Red Robin' personality than he would have liked. He smiled a little sheepishly, then said, "You're a smart girl. If that doesn't sound too condescending."

"You want to believe that these things have a reason, but if you've been watching as long as I have, some people just love to cause conflict. And then, keep in mind that not all people on the ship want to help: some of them were villains in their worlds, so they plan to just cause trouble, over and over again."

Mindy made a face. "Psychological evaluations are limited: the person giving them expects to be told the truth, and if you're planning to do nothing but cause strife to the crew, are you really going to go and tell them that? I understand why they do them now, but there are going to be those who are from different worlds where that doesn't exist and don't want them. Trust...well. I don't think I have to tell you about the trust part, you have that figured out."

Yup, this was Robin, all right: always thinking, analyzing, learning. "Not really. Kids on the ship gleam things from adults, but a lot of the time can't put two and two together. It's the kind of thing I do to make sure I know exactly where I stand, and what I have to do. Thanks."

"Right," he said. "Sometimes there is no answer, as much as you'd like there to be." Senseless, needless violence sometimes just happened and that was the sort of thing he sought to prevent. Especially with his own life and those he cared about. "And that is also true-- for whatever logic 'Stacy' has, there are some definite problems there."

Tim smiled a little. "To be fair, the job of the psychoanalyst is to be able to figure out when people are lying, too. The idea is to read into that, and to see what's not there as well, or else what's out of place." It wasn't that different from deduction, in the end. "It's not a perfect system, certainly not, but it's better than nothing, isn't it?"

He nodded. "Fair enough. Still, it's a useful skill, regardless. You have to know where you stand here-- and anywhere, really."

"I'm starting to see that's the case," Mindy said, shaking her head, still rooting through pieces of Grand Central Station. "But as far as I'm concerned, daddy isn't here, and I'm not going to be useful depending on anyone else, right? So better for me to get started on stuff right now."

Mindy shook her head. "Who is that good? I know a few people on the ship already who could probably fool a good psycho whatever, because they're just that good. It makes sense to think that if a superhero is good at being a good guy, a bad guy is even better at what they do. And one of those things is lying."

Hit Girl, after all, was a GREAT liar, and she wasn't even a bad guy. "Yeah, I know. And so far, its that skill that makes it so I'll have another day on the ship."

"Right," Tim said, smiling a little warily, looking over what she was doing. "It's unfortunate, but given the situation..." He didn't like the thought of someone her age having to grow up this fast, but what could he do?

"Naturally, but we do what we can to take precautions. We can't tell who is necessarily going to warrant caution, but-- if nothing else, the analysis is a good place to start, rather than be completely basis." And of course, Tim himself didn't trust either-- there was a reason he kept an eye on his crewmates.

"I don't have to time to think about what's fortunate or not fortunate: it just is. And when you're faced with a 'just is,' you figure out a way to find something that you can do, right? So you adapt, like every person on this ship is doing: anyone worth mentioning anyway."

"Well I hope so, but the big issue is making sure they show up and all, right? There are some people who don't want to have anything to do with the evaluations, and the doc might mistake that reluctance for something else. I get that I'm not very young, but if I can see the pretty obvious flaws, so can anyone else, right?"

Tim nodded quietly. "I don't think it hurts to know that a situation isn't right-- but that doesn't mean you should dwell, no. You just have to fight to take as much control as possible, right?"

"We can force people to go to an extent-- but with the size of the crew it's not that hard to stay under the radar for a while, I think. And with being made to run mazes and the like, as well. It certainly has flaws, like you've said, as a system, but it's what we have for the time being. It'll just have to be improved."

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I totally meant "I'm not that old," gah...

no worries! I figured as much. :)

Re: no worries! I figured as much. :)

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The "warm?" Christ. Gotta watch the typos.

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