Dick Grayson
12 February 2013 @ 03:20 pm
[Dick turns on the camera feed and smiles sort of sheepishly,]

So, I'm back. Checked on a few things at home, dropped in to say hi to some friends, Kirk says hi back. Doesn't sound like I missed anything too awful on this end.

[He hesitates, like he's considering just leaving it at that, because he's got a pretty good idea by now how some people take this sort of thing, but. Hey. Sometimes it's good, to remember it's actually worth it sometimes.]

I came here two years ago to save the lives of one hundred thousand and sixty eight people who were killed when a living chemical bomb was dropped on the city I'd spent years trying to protect. Part of the reason I went home was to make sure the Admiral followed through on our deal, because that's a pretty big thing to ask for, even for this place.

The city's still a radioactive wasteland, but everyone got out okay.

[One corner of his mouth ticks up in a small smile, almost embarrassed, or maybe just disbelieving, because he can still remember what it had been like, to watch it happen and run back to try and help, passing out in the wreckage of the city from the radiation, honestly not expecting anyone to get him out and maybe not even wanting them to.] You can tell me this place is awful and I'm crazy for being here all you want, but I don't care what crap the Admiral puts us through on a day to day basis. If this place helps one person - and it's done way more than that over the years - then it's worth it, and I'm not sorry I agreed to work here.

[Private to Tim]

Thanks for looking after Jinks for me.

[Private to Sara]

Hey.
 
 
Dick Grayson
04 February 2013 @ 04:05 pm
[Slightly Backdated Spam for Babs]

Is it bright where you are? Have the people changed? )

[Public, Present Dated]

I'm going home for a couple days to make sure the Admiral actually followed through on our deal. I don't plan on being gone for too long, but we all know how reliable the Admiral is with this kind of thing, so. Hopefully I'll see you all again in about a week.

[Private to Rorschach]

I know this must seem kind of scary, to be in charge of someone else's well being and everything, but I wasn't kidding when I said I thought you'd be a good warden. I've got a lot of faith that you'll be able to help him, so try not to be too hard on yourself. [And don't fuck it up. :V]

I'll be back soon. I'm asking Tim to keep an eye on Jinks while I'm gone, but if you want to come over to raid the kitchen, try picking the lock instead of breaking down the door, unless you want to just ask the Admiral to fix it after you leave.

[Private to Tim]

Any chance you can check on Jinks for me while I'm gone? I'd bring him with me, but I'm not actually sure where I'm living right now and I don't know how Alfred would feel about needing to pick up after a cat while I apartment hunt.

[ooc: And Dick will be on hiatus checking in on everything back home until about the 11th or 12th! He's in his room if anyone wants to spam him.]
 
 
Dick Grayson
01 December 2012 @ 05:31 pm
[Dick looks a tiny bit in shock when he turns on the video feed and slowly holds up this enthusiastically patterned sweater for everyone to see.]

This is the third hideous sweater I've gotten from the Admiral since I got here. [Two years, Three Christmases. It's depressing. :|

He doesn't have much more to say besides that and reaches over to click off the camera.]


[Private to Tim]

I guess I should take the fact that there haven't been any reports of you or Jan winding up in the infirmary as a good thing?

[Private to Sara]

Are you ready for the next chapter in the "Awkward Ways in Which Sara is Introduced to Dick's Psychotic Family" saga?

[Private to Dean]

Any luck with Buffy?
 
 
Dick Grayson
25 October 2012 @ 02:14 pm
[Warden Filter]

[Dick's gone back and forth on saying something public about this, because while he's still kind of freaking out about this and knows this isn't his Bruce, he still feels weird basically siding with the other wardens/the good of the Barge instead of him. This wasn't exactly the father/son reunion he was expecting. :c] That isn't the Bruce Wayne from our world. If he says anything to anyone that gives you reason to be concerned, I want to know about it immediately.

[This is legitimate, okay, he's already talking about staging an escape attempt. B(]

[Filtered to the DC Cast]

I need you to tell me everything he told you. [This is an order, not a suggestion. :|]

[Private to Dean]

...

[Private to Sara]

...


[He was going to message you both, but he really doesn't know what he wants to say, and there's a pressing issue he needs to deal with right now.]

[Spam for Tim]

[Dick isn't honestly sure how he's processing all of this. He's angry, he's frustrated, he feels like he's running on adrenaline but doesn't have anything to do with it, which means he's been pacing and kind of shaky the entire time he's been talking to Bruce. It's stupid, he knows it's stupid to get this worked up over the Barge throwing something like this at him, and really, with all the different realities out there, he probably should have been anticipating it. But that doesn't make it any easier to deal with, and it doesn't change the fact that he's seen what that kind of psychotic break does to someone like them, and he's never really actually... dealt with the fact that he'd been killed by someone with a pretty similar mindset.

At least this time, the crazy murderous Batman apparently wasn't planning on holding a gun on him any time soon.

Which is actually the more pressing issue he needs to deal with right now, so, message composed and posted, Dick tosses his comm down and head out of his room down the hallway and knocks at Tim's door impatiently.]


It's me.
 
 
Dick Grayson
29 September 2012 @ 02:59 pm
[Spam for Sara, backdated to after this log.]

[After dragging himself to the infirmary and getting patched up, Dick had been pretty insistent that he just wanted to go back to his room and sleep it off there rather than being held hostage in the infirmary. So, with doctor's approval, he limped down the hall and, instead of taking the stairs up to the first floor, went right to Sara's room and knocked on the door, too tired to care if anyone else was walking through the hall and wondering why the hell he was wearing blue hospital scrubs with a Batman uniform mostly tucked under one arm, the cape trailing on the floor, and looking like he'd had the crap beaten out of him.

He was holding the boots and cowl in his good hand - the other was in a cast that hopefully wouldn't have to be on too long between magic and the tech they had on board - and after he'd knocked, he carefully moved to prop himself up against the wall to hopefully prevent falling on his ass. Getting up again from that really just sounded awful.]


[Private to Tim]

I just got my ass handed to me by Superboy, so I'm going to be passed out at Sara's for a while. But if you need me for anything, give me a ring.

[Private to Rorschach]

I'm going to be sleeping off a broken wrist and some busted ribs for the next ten or so hours, so feel free to ask Tim if you need anything in the mean time.

[Private to Cass]

[After they've both had some time to recuperate, Dick is realizing they probably need to have a discussion about the whole "Why I was wearing Dad's pajamas" thing.]

We should talk.

[Private to Babs]

I'm guessing you got an update on what happened.

[Spam for Erik]

[Most people would probably think he was a complete idiot for not kicking back and taking it easy after almost getting killed by an out of control alien, but Dick didn't really do downtime and usually started getting a little stir crazy after he'd gotten over the initial period of I just want to sleep for a week and pretend I never have to get out of bed again.

Which was why the day after it had happened, he was up and about as usual, and currently mentally swearing a little over having to balance his lunch tray with one hand. The other was in a cast in a sling to help keep it out of the way, and his ribs still hurt like hell, but it could have gone a lot worse, really, so he pushed aside the discomfort and looked around for somewhere to sit.

He spotted Erik by himself, and - potentially against his better judgment, because it wasn't like you could really just walk up to someone and ask how they were doing because their breach counterpart had really reminded you of your old inmate - he headed over to him and gestured at the seat across from him. Or, you know, as best he could while holding a lunch tray in one arm with his other in a sling.]


Do you mind if I sit here?
 
 
Dick Grayson
20 August 2012 @ 04:28 pm
[Open Spam for the Gym]

This is a story full of restless nights, of do or do not 'cause there is no try )

[Filtered Separately to the DC Cast (minus Nygma, Ivy and Crane) and to other Friends, backdated to a few days ago.]

How's everyone doing?

[+ Private to Tim]

[And this is asked less conversationally and more I am concerned-ly. :|]

How are you doing?

[+ Private to Dean]

Keeping busy? [This is slightly rhetorical, as in, he's seen you running around the infirmary a bit.]

[Private to Erik]

Did you find who you were looking for?

[ooc: Also as a note, Dick was in the infirmary helping give first aid after port ended, so people might have seen him in there.]
 
 
Dick Grayson
19 July 2012 @ 01:03 pm
[Filtered to Kirk, Shego, Claudia, Steph, Kon, Kara, Cassie, Steve, Sara, Buffy and Merlin.]

[Dick's sounding considerably more cheerful than he has over the last couple days, if only because he has an evil plan and doing nice things for other people usually works pretty well in terms of yanking him out of pits of depression.]

So today's is Tim's birthday, I'm throwing him a surprise party, and you're all invited. Meet at my room after dinner, and don't tell him anything. [Or else.]

[Private to Claudia]

Hey. I know you're kind of in a rough place, so no pressure if you're not feeling up to it, but we'd love to have you there.

[Private to Rorschach]

I know this isn't really your thing, but it's Tim's birthday and I'm throwing him a party. I'm just inviting a couple people, so it's not a huge get together or anything, so if you want to make an appearance, I'd be happy to see you there.

[Spam for Tim]

[At some point while Tim was out of his room, someone - cough - has broken into your room and put red, green, black and yellow streamers everywhere. Everywhere. Enough that it almost looks like someone was trying to host a high school dance or something in your apartment. There are also a couple matching balloons.

Oh also there was a note taped to your door in very nondescript handwriting that said "You forgot something, didn't you?" because it's just not a surprise birthday without leaving vaguely incriminating notes taped to people's doors.]


[ooc: If people are interested in doing a log or something, I can throw it together, or we can just assume a fun time was had by all. Whatever works best for everyone. c:]
 
 
Dick Grayson
08 July 2012 @ 02:16 pm
[Filtered away from Babs, Ivy, Crane and Nygma]

[Dick's keeping his voice as level and normal as possible, which really probably just gives it an edge to anyone familiar enough with him of there's something not quite right going on, but. Oh well.] I'm going to be in the gym for the next hour or so, if anyone's interested in sparring.

[And that said, he's now switching over to filters to properly express his akkldngdskktjadds;kl by being clipped and borderline Batvoiceish because clearly this is the best way to cope with things, right? Right.]

[Filtered to Tim, Steph, and Cassie]

She's not from our world. Her parents intervened when the Waynes were being attacked and died instead of them. If she knows why she's here, she's being evasive about it, which means she's an inmate. I don't know specifically why, yet- [Although he maybe has some ideas. :|] but I guess we'll find out eventually.

Obviously it's up to you about how much you want to tell her about back home, but keep that in mind. She's not the same person.

[Private to Kon]

What do you know about Barbara Gordon? [Maybe she's from your universe. :|]

[Private to Jim]

She's not the Barbara Gordon from my world. [She barely knows who I am and she's totally an inmate what do Jim. :c]

[Private to Shego]

Are you sure you're not up for violent paintball?
 
 
Dick Grayson
04 July 2012 @ 12:06 pm
[For anyone who'd be paying attention, Dick sounds a little more grounded than he's been over the last few weeks. Port was a good for him, even if he's not really up for being his usual chatty self.]

Funny how these things always seem to happen in groups, isn't it?

[Private to Sara]

Thanks for making me take a night off. I had a lot of fun.

[Private to Rorschach]

I know you're probably going to brush it off, but how are you doing? [What with Claire leaving and all.]

[Private to Tim]

I've got something for you.
 
 
Dick Grayson
08 June 2012 @ 12:24 pm
[Dick has been very much keeping to himself since Gotham port, both on the network and in person. He looks kind of resigned when he clicks on the video feed, but tries to force a believable smile anyway.]

This is Dick. [He's gotten smart about introducing himself with his full name and home town on public filters. :V] If there's anyone out there from back home, [Bruce. :C] I'd appreciate hearing from you.

[Added Later: Private to Tim]

Are you around?
 
 
Dick Grayson
17 May 2012 @ 05:28 pm
I think I'm going to be hopping on the bandwagon of "let's never talk about that breach again."

[And there's about a second where he thinks about saying something to new arrivals, but that's kind of not his thing and he's kinda cranky because of the whole dream plot thing. So that's all, Barge.]

[Private Separately to Tim, Dean and Buffy]

We should talk.

[Private to Leslie Knope]

So, the breach kind of got in the way, but if you're up for that self defense brush up, I'm available whenever's good for you.

[Private to Superboy]

Have you talked to Wonder Girl yet?
 
 
Dick Grayson
12 May 2012 @ 11:51 am
Well guys, I guess we'd better get comfortable. And hope the trees don't take out a powerline, am I right?

Before anyone freaks out, don't worry, I'm knocking on wood and everything. [And look, that's exactly what he's doing. On his table. So don't freak.]

I vote we come up with some fun ways to pass the time. I mean, who knows how long we're going to be stuck here, and we can only run lines for so long, right? Like a talent show, or a screening of some movies or something. Or a board game. Not Monopoly, though, I figure there's enough tensions here on a good day without adding in an eight hour game of slowly trying to bankrupt each other, which I'm sure will just end in hurt feelings, flipped over tables and tears. [There is no other way for Monopoly to end, you know it's true. :|]

Maybe you've heard, [Because he talks about it kind of a lot when there's opportunity to. Which is always.] But back home, Logan and I were pretty famous for our dueling Simon Le Bon impressions. I'm sure we could contribute that, to whatever people want to do for fun around here. Right, Logan?

[ooc: Dick is Matt Anderson, who is originally from Crapsack Middle of Nowhere, Ohio, and had his big break a couple years ago by playing the plucky sidekick in an Indiana Jones-esque action movie which did pretty well financially. He's been in a couple other Michael Bayish movies since then as minor/supporting characters, but he is not half as famous or important as he makes himself out to be. He's been harassing Logan to revisit the good ol' days of doing song and dance routines in their backyard for basically a year and a half, and will be legitimately trying to bully him into doing this until the breach ends.]
 
 
Dick Grayson
03 April 2012 @ 08:07 pm
[Dick switches on the video feed to show he's sitting on a couch in his apartment, which for anyone who's ever been over to visit before probably looks a lot cleaner/well organized than it usually is. Tim is a lot neater than Dick and might have tidied up his mess for him while they were swapped. >>]

Sorry for anyone that was confused about the whole "swapping places with Tim but not exactly" thing. I'm pretty sure we're both back to normal now. [And almost like he's just checking to make sure things are in the right place, he rubs a hand briefly over his face and brushes some hair back from his forehead, smiling sheepishly.] I probably shouldn't think too hard about where we go when we're not here, should I?

Anyway, what languages do you all speak? I know the Barge seems like it translates everything to English - or it does for me, I guess perception could be different for someone who's used to something else - so there isn't a lot of reason for it, necessarily, but I was wondering if anyone would be interested in brushing up on their French with me. Or anything, really, I'm pretty fluent in a couple different ones and I'd be interested in learning more. [Basically, Dick is bored and understimulated, and this will help him feel productive. :c]

Private messages to Jim, Rorschach, Dean & Ariadne, and Steph + a Spam for Tim + Spam for Ivy )
 
 
Dick Grayson
30 March 2012 @ 03:33 pm

[Hey Barge, it's Tim! Except he's... broadcasting from Dick's journal. In Dick's room. And he's younger than the Tim who's usually on the Barge, looking maybe a little slimmer and shorter than usual, with shorter hair and generally looking less... mature teenager who's been through some shit and more lol I am a shy little nerd.

He's done some network stalking, fully explored Dick's apartment and stashed the Robin costume somewhere safe and changed into normal clothes that look just a little too big for him, and (mostly) satisfied that this isn't some elaborate scheme by some villain has decided to say hi to the Barge at large.]


Hey, I'm Tim. I'm filling in for Dick for now, but I guess we're both here normally anyway? [He knows, he's checked and man it's weird to see and hear yourself in threeish years on old video feed.]

How does that work, exactly? Running into yourself never seems to work out whenever it happens in fiction.

Anyway. Does anyone have any information about the ship? I'd love to get a look at some of the schematics. This is way different from anything we have back home. [Especially since he's just a boring teenager from New Jersey right guys. :V]

[Private to Rorschach]

Hey. I guess you probably know by now, but Dick's not around, so, if you need anything, let me know and I'll see what I can do.

[ooc: Replies will be coming from [personal profile] ikeptstaringatyou. Tim is about fifteen and is from before his life became TERRIBLE so say hello to slightly happier less crushed by the world Robin Tim.]