A break from the break

[battorch]

Tim had returned to the ship for a time, wanting to get away from 'Happy Happy Fun World,' at least for a while. He might still return later, to make sure there was no trouble, but for the time being? He'd much rather be back on the ship.

After getting some rest (and probably sleeping longer than he had in a long time), he had, of course, returned to work. There was something nice about the opportunity to get some work done in relative silence, anyway.

First, as Red Robin, he had spent a bit of time in each of his departments, checking up on individual projects, seeing if there were loose ends he could tie up, or else new things he could work on, in the meantime. Even if it was supposed to be an extended break, he didn't really feel at ease if he thought there were things that could use working on.

And, eventually, he shed the costume in his room, and headed to Hydroponics. The closest thing to fresh air on the ship might be nice for the lingering headache he still had, if nothing else. He settled himself under a tree, a terminal in hand with a novel on it-- to switch to in case someone came to investigate what the shifty teen was looking at. Otherwise, he would be working on some work from programming, seeing if he could pick apart anything useful.

((ooc: Feel free to bother him as either Tim or as Red Robin-- he can basically be found anywhere as either, though he's prioritising his workplaces.))

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As Red Robin!

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

Punchy is actually just making a snack run. And by that, he means filling a cooler in Programming with all the overpriced loot he got on Happy Happy Fun World, including so, so many gummi worms and energy drinks from the extreme sports complex. Dinner of champions, right there.

"Yo, Red Robin, what you doing in here? This is your chance to kick back and floss, not beast out over some dead-ends, dawg." He holds some of his prize out to Tim. "Sour Patch Kid?"

[battorch]

Tim isn't overly surprised to see what, exactly, it is that Punchy is stalking up on in Programming. He watches him filling the cooler suspiciously, and a part of him wonders if maybe he should point out how unhealthy it is. Then again, it's not like he can get many other non-perishables on this planet. And Punchy probably deserves the break.

"No thanks," he replies, turning the candy down with a raised hand. "But I was out there. I think that was enough."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Are you fronting right now?" Punchy laughs. "Dawg, I thought I was too dedicated to the nine-to-five for my own good, but you bump it up a whole level. Did you even go on the rides?"

Granted, not like the entire programming department isn't stuffed to the gills with workaholics and socially awkward dweebs substituting code for human interaction. Even Punchy's picked up on that trend.

[battorch]

Tim gives a clipped laugh at that. "Not much of a 'ride person,' actually," he says. "I have a couple of jobs, anyway, so I have to make sure to give enough time to each." He frowns slightly. Plus, he does actually enjoy his work.

"I take it you're not back for long, then?" he asks, instead.

[misschocolover.livejournal.com]

Megan had been enjoying Hydroponics a lot herself - finding it a peaceful place to settle and meditate, something that did more than a bit to calm her these days. Familiar minds wandering into the space she frequently found empty was more than enough to draw her attention though.

She's been on the ship for a while but has only managed to speak to so many people. Tim is one of the handful from home that she knows but has yet to really meet on board and him being on his own and convieniently right there - it seems like as good a time as any to finally say hello.

"Hello."

She doesn't want to invade his space by taking a spot under the tree without being invited so she settles for 'sitting' in the air, floating across from him with an almost shy smile.

[battorch]

Tim had been vaguely aware of someone nearby, and he let himself get on guard, ready to switch what he was doing in order to cover it up at a moment's notice. However, she does get closer before he notices it-- probably as a result of her flying.

He looks up at her when she greets him, and he gives he a nod and a smile. He considers her a friend, certainly, considering their time together on the Titans, even if he'd not been as close to her as some others.

"Hey Megan," he says, lifting one hand in a half wave. The friendly gesture is meant to show that she's welcome to join him, if she wants.

[misschocolover.livejournal.com]

"Hi Tim."

She takes his invitation as given and settles onto the grass next to him.

"You're back from shore-leave already too, huh?"

[battorch]

Tim nods to the question, and smiles crookedly. "Not really my thing," he admits with a shrug. Then, he asks, "Why are you back so soon?"

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

After their brief exchange over the comms (http://trans-channel.livejournal.com/397951.html), Terry had made he way down to the Precinct. But not before stopping by the lockers and finding his Batsuit. He was glad to find it - once again, something that had changed, since before, Stacy was not quick to hand such things back to the crew. But he needed it now, if only as a symbol.

He arrived at the precinct a little earlier then twenty minutes from sending his last message. If there was one thing he liked about not having to fight crime on a daily basis anymore, it was that he could keep promised meeting times.

And so he stood out of the way of anyone, keeping an eye out for Tim, hoping he could still recognize him... and that he hadn't changed too much.

[battorch]

Tim probably stood out well enough, considering he was dressed in the Red Robin costume-- something that was normal for when when he was working, anyway.

He stood off to the side, checking over his comm quietly, before he raised his eyes to the figure who had only entered a moment before. He watched him carefully for a brief second, eyes narrowed slightly under the cowl. The suit he showed up in leant credibility to his story, of course, though Tim questioned if there were any ulterior motives.

Stepping out and moving closer to the man, he spoke up. "Batman, I take it." He said in his gruffer tone. Then, adding for clarification, "Red Robin."

[itsmynamenow.livejournal.com]

Terry nodded, then held out a hand. "I'm sorry for surprising you like this," he said, his voice lowered to his Batman-tone. He hadn't really planned on doing it, but the suit made it almost instinctual to him. Besides, even if Tim did seem a little older, and his voice a little different, Terry could tell he was masking it slightly.

"But we're part of the same... family, and I need to be sure we - you, me, Dick - know about each other." He paused a little at the word 'family'. He hardly knew the rest of the Batfamily in his time, knowing Barbara Gordon the best, besides Bruce. But he'd started to feel like he was actually a part of it, before he'd gone back into the pods.

[battorch]

"Hn." Tim nodded slightly, and did reach out to accept the offered hand in greeting. He didn't say anything else of the apology, still trying to decide how to take this guy. He'll work on getting a read on him.

"Understandable," he said, a bit stiffly. He wasn't sure about the word 'family' himself-- he didn't know Terry, though Dick had been his 'brother' for a long time. If they'd known each other, were they close now? He'd seen them talking on the comms, at least. "A common motivation is good reason to work together."

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

It was time to break out that third voice, Tim. Zouichi was also in Hydroponics, getting some fresh air (well, sort of) with Alan, who landed on a tree branch above Tim, peering down at the terminal in his hand.

"Avoiding the park?" Zouichi asked.

[battorch]

Tim really tried not to show the worry on his face when Zouichi approached him. This would be the first out-of-costume direct interaction, after all. Zouichi was smart enough to figure things out-- and, while it was pretty foggy in his memory, he was fairly sure he had slipped at some point during their last interaction.

He coughed slightly, trying to show it as surprise, and he flashed a winning smile. "Kind of," he said, making the effort to put his voice somewhere between Tim Drake and Tim Wayne-- private school educated, smooth talking socialite. "If we're going to have a break, I thought I'd rather spend it reading." He cast a glance up at the bird, but paid it no mind for now.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Zouichi blinked for a moment. Something about the voice...

And the build...

And the posture...

Oh, of course. It was Red Robin.

"What happened to your costume? Did you fall into a puddle on your way back?" Zouichi honestly thought this, or something like this, must have been exactly what had happened. Because Tim seemed really into wearing that suit, and so OBVIOUSLY.

[battorch]

Damnit.

Tim's posture stiffened slightly at the question, and the smile dropped just slightly. Obviously it was pointless to pretend to not know what Zouichi was talking about. And lying would get him nowhere, all things considered.

Maybe he should have used one of his sleazier voices after all.

"No," he said, dropping the friendly socialite voice completely, and edging towards Red Robin's voice. "Let's call it a break."

[guardian-haylin.livejournal.com]

Hay Lin was by that exact same tree that Tim had stopped at to read, though she was using her power of invisibility...and hadn't expected company, hence her not being there when Tim had arrived.

If she only knew that he was someone she'd met quite some time ago...

"I'm not usually at this part of the ship, but I thought everyone went down to the planet to relax! 'Course, I was down there myself but...!"

If Tim were to look to his left, he'd see a wooden staff near the tree that wasn't his.

[battorch]

Tim had meant to just get some quiet, private time on his own to 'read' (or work, whichever), away from the hassle of the shore leave.

He did not, however, expect to run into that many people, let alone here and let alone... invisible?

He frowned, hearing a faint voice, and noticing that staff.

"Is someone here?" he asked, flatly, voice a bit more serious than 'Tim' normally used.

[guardian-haylin.livejournal.com]

After a few seconds, and a faint gasp of surprise, Tim would see the staff move right before Hay Lin allowed herself to be seen; the girl's expression was one of surprise and awe.

"...You're not who I think you are, are you?" With her ability to talk to the air, Hay Lin would know almost immediately what was truth and what wasn't. "If you can't go into detail, it's okay! I know what it's like."

As RR

[monster-san.livejournal.com]

Fuu had been studying the Department lists more closely since her arrival. With much of the crew enjoying themselves on the planet, it seemed like a good idea to start exploring them in-person without getting in the way.

And Neuropathy... that in particular had stood out to her. Fuu didn't think her student's knowledge of computer programming from 1998 would be terribly helpful, but it was still a starting point. And she was good at languages and math.

She was rather surprised to see someone in a mask and cape, though. "Ah... hello?"

[battorch]

Tim had been looking over the terminals, minding his own business, to see if there was any outstanding work that he could deal with while he had the chance and the focus. Or even new projects or goals he could begin to work at.

He glanced up when someone entered the room, a face that he didn't recognise-- not from Neuropathy, nor from around the ship in general (she was likely new). He frowned just faintly, and asked outright, "Can I help you?"

[monster-san.livejournal.com]

Maybe she shouldn't have spoken up--on the other hand, sneaking around quietly would definitely have been rude. "I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm new here, you see, and I'm trying to get a feel for the ship. My name is Fuu Hououji." She consciously put her name in the Western order; Fuu had started making a habit of listening to what was language was being spoken under Stacy's automatic translations.

She looked around the glowing terminals, not able to disguise the slight sense of awe. So this was where the crew interfaced with Stacy? An enormous living organism, but still programmed and guided by tiny things like them; it would be like a human being piloted around the streets by ants. "This is Neuropathy, right?"

As Red Robin

[slagyouwebhead.livejournal.com]

After being on shore leave, Mark was just wandering throughout the ship. He had no real purpose on the ship as of now but they may change in the future if he actually calmed down and talked to the younger Peter Parker. Neither one really cared about the other one, though Peter was more honest about it than Mark. Even if he got control of his powers, he had no plans to hurl himself in harms way.

[battorch]

Tim was making the trip between departments, heading to Engineering next to check what there was that needed to be worked on there, while he had the time. He was kind of wrapped up in his own thought, but he was still attentive enough to notice the other man in his path. He stepped out of the way, nodding a greeting to him, sparing him a glance from behind the cowl. "Sorry," he grunted in passing.

((ooc: sorry this tag is kind of lacking sob.))

[slagyouwebhead.livejournal.com]

As Red Rboin passed by him, Mark's only real tangible thought was great another hero-type... As he gave the other a glance, he should have a just kept walking but Mark couldn't help with a comment of his own. "You another of those hero-types?"

[ooc: No problem, some tags get like that.]