097 [video/spam]

[batmanschmatman]

[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 to Jim]

You know, if you were going to start dating Shego, you probably should have told the one person on board who can talk her ex-boyfriend down from murdering you.

[Private to Rorschach]

Anything exciting to report?

[Private to Dean and Ariadne]

Just to get this out there, if you talked to the other me, I don't remember any of it, but I kind of remember you two talking to Tim. So if anything important was said, you might need to pass it along again. [He's half trolling half serious. :c]

[Private to Steph]

I didn't know you and Kara were buddies.

[Spam for Tim]

[It was weird, to come back and not really remember most of what had happened over the last weekend. His apartment was clean, a note was taped to the fridge making fun of him for being a slob and there was a Robin costume stashed in his closet, which really just confirmed what he already knew, and there was maybe a tiny part of him that was almost disappointed he'd missed seeing Tim as he'd been years ago.

But almost immediately, he felt guilty for thinking that at all, because as much as he missed Tim being a kid - cautious but still optimistic, and generally just a little dork - Tim had grown up. And even if it was weird that he'd changed, he still loved him. That hadn't changed, and really? Dick was proud of him and everything he'd accomplished, and he'd gotten over the ache that things were different. Tim was always going to be his kid brother. No amount of time or growing up was going to change that, and he loved Tim for who he was, not just for who he had been.

After mulling things over for a while over a bowl of cereal, Dick got up and left his room, heading down the hall to knock on Tim's door.]

[Spam for Ivy]

[Dick hasn't felt this stir crazy in months. Between getting pretty knocked out of commission for a while by a snake bite and bronchitis and then just general having done just about everything there was to do on the Barge at this point, he was almost missing feeling like he was running himself into the ground between being a cop and being a vigilante, and very, very occasionally having some time to himself. Things were easier when he wasn't basically forced to sit still and wait for things to happen.

So, for lack of anything better to do, really, he headed up on deck and decided the greenhouses were as good a place as any for a change in scenery, considering he didn't really spend much time there at all, really. He wasn't really expecting anyone to be there, and it didn't look like there was, initially, so he just opened and closed the door behind him, kind of just planning on attempting to meditate or something. Nothing wrong with some alone time, right?]

Comments

[ Private : Audio ]

[batmanschmatman]

Sorry.

[ Private : Audio ]

[surfaceshine]

Yeah, it's not... [Pretty. For amateurs. Dick's fault. Dean's forte. There's a lot of things it's not, but Dean doesn't know which one to pick. Instead -] Anyway, that's what I got, across the board. Circular conversations, creeper videos, and just enough Latin to piss a lot of things off.

[ Private : Audio ]

[batmanschmatman]

There are worse things to work with, I'm sure. Can anyone work in the exorcism business where you're from, or are you like, the guy version of Buffy?

[ Private : Audio ]

[surfaceshine]

[He doesn't even realize, yet, that he's probably said too much - or that Dick is believing him far more easily than he anticipated. He snorts at this last, pairing it with a dry laugh.]

Me? God no, I'm not special. There's dozens of us, apparently. And most of 'em aren't half as cute.

[ Private : Audio ]

[batmanschmatman]

[Dick just laughs at that.] I'll take your word for it. How does it work?

[ Private : Audio ]

[surfaceshine]

I'm not the one to ask for how it works - I just know what I do and then the demon is toast. Or, well, back where it belongs.

There's a couple different rituals, depending on what you're dealing with and how much time you have to prep; Devil's Traps are useful so it stays put where you put it; get the right inflection on your Latin, some holy water action, a cross if you have one and boom. One way ticket downstairs.

[ Private : Audio ]

[batmanschmatman]

Do you mind if I put you on speed dial if we ever run into that sort of thing here?

[ Private : Audio ]

[surfaceshine]

Honestly? I'd prefer it. See: how often people fucking up prep happens.

And I don't care what you're trying to kill, if you screw it up and it knows what you were trying to do, what happens next ain't pretty. I'd just as soon it wasn't a civilian on the receiving end, you know?

[ Private : Audio ]

[batmanschmatman]

Believe me, I get you. [See: why he doesn't want other people confronting people like Ivy. :V]

[ Private : Audio ]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean considers that for a long moment, then nods. The corner of his mouth curls up when he talks, not quite a smirk.]

I don't care what they say, Dick. You're alright.

[ Private : Audio ]

[batmanschmatman]

[Dick just laughs, mostly kidding when he responds.]

Who's been saying bad stuff about me?

[ Private : Audio ]

[surfaceshine]

Oh, I think you know. [Dean leans on the emphasis, making it sarcastic before he laughs, too.]

[ Private : Audio ]

[batmanschmatman]

Jerk.

[ Private : Audio ]

[surfaceshine]

[...okay way to kill the mood pretty much instantly, Dick. Dean's laughter trails off, and if they were face to face or on video, he'd probably look like he just got punched in the throat. Or at least strongly backhanded. He swallows, shakes it off, and keeps his voice as even as possible when he comes back.]

See you around, man.

[ Private : Audio ]

[batmanschmatman]

[Dick's maybe a little confused at the abrupt end, but figuring Dean just has something better to be doing right now or something, he doesn't pay much attention to it.]

See you.