Dick Grayson
30 September 2011 @ 11:13 am
So, in unflood related news, for those of you who have been able to go home or off somewhere else on vacation or something, how much of the Barge did you remember while you were there if at all? Out of curiosity.

[Private to Tim]

You up for some tree tag?

Dick Grayson
11 September 2011 @ 03:53 pm
Sometimes, I really miss being a cop. Every day was a little different, but you still always had a routine and something to do, and even if it was just doing paperwork, you'd never complain about needing something to work on. Especially not in Bludhaven. And I know it probably sounds naive to some of you, but you could really see the impact you were having on the community, there. Once the department started getting on the right track again, people weren't as afraid to go out at night. It wasn't as much of a warzone run by the mob, at least, not like what it used to be. We were really making a difference, for a while.

I'm not sure I could ever go back to it. Starting over again in a new city doesn't really appeal to me, and so much happened between when I started and when I first got here, on the Barge, that I'm just not sure it's an option. But I still miss it.

[Private to Jim]

Thanks for letting me borrow your couch.

[Private to Summer]

So, settling in okay?
Dick Grayson
31 August 2011 @ 05:21 pm
[Private to Molly]

I'm feeling more up to that walk if you are.

[Private to Slade]

Can I ask a favor?
Dick Grayson
23 July 2011 @ 09:44 am
So, what does this place have against goodbyes, anyway?

[Private to Tim and Dally]

Have you seen Steph?

[Private to Arthur]

Hey. Are you busy?
Dick Grayson
08 June 2011 @ 07:02 pm
[Filtered from the source of his headache, a.k.a. Costigan and Mal]

Alright. I don't care about Barge comas or politics or anything right now. I need someone to spar with. Any takers?

[Private to Tim]

Tree tag would also be acceptable.

[Private to Angelica]

We need to talk.
Dick Grayson
22 May 2011 @ 08:29 pm
I think everything that needs to get said about the breach has been pretty well covered, and while I'm not really complaining about getting to say I've officially sort of lived through that part of history? I'm definitely not complaining about this not being a once a month thing.

[Not. Addressing. Gun issues. >>;]

[Friends Filter - if you think you're on it, you're on it.]

How's everyone doing?

[Private to Kon and Molly]

So, do breach marriages count? [Amuuuused.]

[Private to Miss Parker]

I know it wasn't... exactly us, but I'm sorry we didn't get him before he attacked you. Honestly.

If there's anything I can do... let me know?

[Private to Jason]

[After like 9000 revisions being like OH GOD WHAT wait no should I even say anything, you're getting this:]

Jason, I know that wasn't technically us, but I'm... really sorry about what happened. Seriously, you know I'd never -

Are you doing okay?

[Private to Jim; after his conversation with Hoffman]

How do you feel about getting drunk?
Dick Grayson
17 April 2011 @ 05:36 pm
[Dick turns the video feed on to show him sitting on the beach. He's wearing a long sleeved baseball shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows - he doesn't wear actual short sleeves often because of the ridiculous amount of scars he's acquired over the years - and jeans. What's he been doing almost all day? Shucking coconuts. There's a sharp stick shoved pretty securely in the sand, and he's been stabbing the outer husk against it repeatedly, rotating it until it's all off, which leaves behind the fruit you'd see in the grocery store back home.

It's very therapeutic.

But he's stopped for the moment to make a post, so the stick is just there, along with a pretty impressive pile of ready to be cracked open coconuts.]

This could very easily be paranoia built up from months of living in a place where things have a tendency to fall apart almost every other week, but is anyone else just waiting for a polar bear to come smashing through the jungle? Or like, a smoke monster that sounds like a didgeridoo? Anyone got cursed numbers following them around ever since they won the lottery? Anyone? Anyone? ... Bueller?

I'm not sure I'm all that jazzed about swimming either. I mean, this pretty clearly isn't Amity Island, but if I'm remembering my terrible movie sequels correctly, the sharks don't really care where the directors wanted to film. Howie, you haven't had any random urges to tell everyone the beaches should be closed, have you?

Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not complaining or anything that nothing like that's happened yet, but I guess I've just kind of come to expect a catch. So, where's the catch? Or is the Admiral just feeling randomly charitable? And if so, why now? It's not like this month's been any better or worse then any other week.

Kind of a bummer when you can't even enjoy a vacation because you're worried it's not a vacation, right?

Oh, and if anyone needs some coconuts - [And here he jabs his thumb towards the pile.] I'm pretty sure I got you covered.

[ooc: If you're so inclined, spam away, fellow beach goers! Dick's going to be doing some wandering around anyway, so if you want him to be somewhere, I can come up with a reason for him being there. The Jaws reference with Howie is specifically from a conversation Arthur and Dick had a few days ago.]