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[The audio clicks on first, and there's a grumbled swear before something strikes the communicator once and gets the video going. There's a lovely shot of the ceiling of Dick's apartment before a Steller's Jay pokes his head into view.]

Not that I'm necessarily complaining about being able to fly again, but it sort of feels like we just did this one. [And as fun as it was for the first couple hours last time, he's a little bummed he's missing things like fingers and a normal mouth.]

I guess most of the people who were here then are gone, now, but I still figured I'd turn into a pirate again before I went back to being a bird. Is anyone who was around for the last one a different animal?

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[... Alright, when he said he was a little bummed about getting stuck like this again, it is pretty cool to be able to actually fly. So while he's not zipping around the hallways and preforming arcobatics or anything, he's still out and about keeping tabs on everyone else, and making sure there wasn't going to be a repeat performance of one of the big predators trying to eat him.

Which, admittedly, there was less of a chance of, what with Slade being gone, but still. It never hurt to be ~~extremely over~~prepared.]

[ooc: Dick can communicate with anyone, and feel free to start multiple threads in the spam, I don't have any definitive timeline plans or anything. c: Steller's Jays are about a foot tall, for size reference.]

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When did this happen last time? I must not have been here.

Last July, I think. It was while you were gone.

A few months ago last July or last year last July?

It kinda threw a wrench in my plans but the pool is suddenly the best thing ever.

Last year July. [You were here a few months ago. :v]

I didn't realize otters liked chlorine.

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[Barbara is unabashedly delighted. It was a shock at first, of course, and she hated the thought of unpredictable, uncontrollable transformations. But then - then she spread her wings.

She tells herself it's surveillance, and in part it is; goodness knows this is a good recipe for chaos. But the soft, low coos crooning from her throat betray just how much she's enjoying herself.

When she sees Dick, her first thought is 'food'. She'll have to watch that.]

...Dick? [Her second thought, of course, is 'who else'.]

[Hey, you can have fun while doing surveillance. What do you think he's doing right now?

Dick's first thought as he lands on the back of a chair is who is it, quickly followed by oh crap, not this again, because getting hunted down by panther Slade had really not been a fun way to spend the afternoon, but that eases off when the owl speaks.]

Hey. Fun, right?

[Barbara lands on the seat, staring up at him and wishing she could grin.]

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

[She could have denied it, but it's usually pretty pointless, doing that with Dick. And she doesn't mind him knowing, really, how much she's enjoying this.]

Seen anything interesting? [She knows that's not the only reason you're out here.]

[Dick moves his wings in a way that probably means he was trying to shrug.] Not really, things have seemed pretty quiet.

[And, because likewise, he doesn't mind you knowing this sort of thing about him:] Last time this happened, I ended up getting chased around by a panther for a while, so maybe my definition of quiet needs some reevaluating, one way or the other.

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[So the Barge has its own menagerie now. Her response to this is basically 'well okay then' and to get on with her life, because really, what else can she do? Surreal bullshit is clearly the Admiral's stock in trade.

And when she opens the door from the deck to the stairwell - that is definitely a reasonably sized bird and she goes reeling back in surprise.]

Jesus-!

[Hands down, the crummiest part of this was the lack of hands thing. Or paws. Or appendages that could be used to do much of anything, really, because as much fun as having a beak and wings were, they couldn't really open doors.

So as soon as the door opened, he was swooping out to get out on deck andddd backpedaling immediately and landing on the top stair to apologize because oh hello there.]

Sorry Sara! I was just excited the door was open.

[Also hi your boyfriend is a bird.]

[And now she's in a Disney movie, this is a lot weirder in person than it is over the network.]

....don't worry about it, I guess if you don't have thumbs it must be a real...

[Wait, what. There's some real voice/face dissonance happening right now.]

...Dick?

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[He'd been worried at first that flying would be a nightmare, but apparently there were instincts that just completely took over. And there was no way Tim wasn't relieved by that, because this? This was awesome. What had started out as an experimental flight to get the lay of the land turned into a forget-other-people-I'm-having--too-much-fun flight. He barely noticed Dick, but eventually flared his wings and circled the jay before landing on the back of a chair, probably poking holes through the upholstery. Whoops.]

Dick?

[Dick almost-not-quite startled at the arrival of the other bird, and was actually pretty relieved when he realized it was Tim and not someone planning on eating him. But then he landed on the seat of the chair and looked up at Tim, and things just went down hill from there.]

Oh this is not fair. You're like, one of the eagles from Lord of the Rings! [... okay maybe he's exaggerating but seriously. You're huge. :|]

[And Tim was just outright laughing at that, because it was so nice to have other people look up for once. He stretched out his neck and shifted his wings, and if a beak could smirk, he would be.]

I'm pretty sure I can't carry Hobbits. For what it's worth.

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[Here's something curious. And noisy. And trying to wedge itself behind a table in the fourth floor common area.

It's got its front end out of sight, but his back end is bouncing around like its own creature, fluffed out tail and all. And it's trying to pull something bronze and shiny in along with it.]

[Dick lands on top of a bookshelf and cocks his head to the side a little, studying the ferret and making a guess on the identity, because either this was someone's escaped pet, someone making off with Dean's warden item, or Dean had turned into a ferret and was endeavoring not to lose his item or something. idk you're weird, Dean.]

Dean?

[Your face is weird.

Weirder today than usual, actually. Shut up.

The noise stops abruptly, as does the bouncing back end before Dean hits reverse full speed and scrambles out to where he can look around. He licks his lips, shakes his head to fix his fluffed out fur, and then starts chittering again while bouncing in place the moment he spots Dick.

He's either very excited, or very annoyed.]

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[The good thing about figuring out how to fly with mechanics is that when he's actually built with the proper muscles and such, it doesn't take long for him to figure out the ins and outs of uh. Flitting around.

And flying backwards.

He's pretty sure he'll be the only one capable of that, this flood.

Which is why he's in the hallway as that jay flies on by, just a little red, gold, and green hummingbird practically narrowing his eyes, hovering perfectly still in one spot, trying to figure out who the hell this bird was.]

[If Tony had seen the Nightwing suit and not the Batman one, the answer probably would have been a little obvious. But Dick had kept pretty quiet about his past codenames - not that he really felt like Nightwing was in the past so much as just still private information, one last not quite secret he could keep to himself and the people he trusted - so it wasn't surprising.

Dick couldn't hover in the air like that, so once he spotted the other bird, he quickly landed on the ground and looked up at him, cocking his head in that mini dinosaur way birds have.]

Neat trick.

[ Flying the hallways, Cassie spots a familiar blue speck in the distance. Thanking her perfect vision she flies toward him shouting his name only after she is a few feet behind him. ]

Dick! [ And she's not bothering to check her volume. ] Wait up!

[Dick doesn't startle so much as just slow down and eventually land, because jays aren't really meant to just hover in one spot having a conversation, but if he could grin, you'd bet it would be a big one.] Hey, Cassie. How's things?

A zoo. [ Oops. Is that insensitive. ]

I had to barricade my door. We'll see how long that lasts.

You're much cuter in person, if you don't mind my saying. [ Really it takes some willpower not to scratch some of his blue. ]

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[Big black armored warhorse looks up and stares with creepy glowing eyes as the jay flies overhead.]

Do you speak Common?

[Dick lands on the nearest convenient flat surface to continue this conversation, because jays aren't meant to stay in one spot in the air long.]

I speak English, and about ten other languages. [Which is sort of a smart ass answer, but he's saying it conversationally enough. It's just how he rolls.]

Whatever you call it. Where's the damn food?