batmanschmatman | 016 [audio]

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016 [audio]

So, don't get me wrong, I appreciate that there hasn't been much mass murder and mayhem since we got back from port. Aside from all this politics stuff that I'm not getting into - by personal choice, I trust the rest of you who are actually more involved with the situation to be able to sort it out - I think it's pretty safe to say things have been pretty quiet, all things considered.

And that's fine. Seriously, I'm definitely not complaining about the apparent lack of horrible crisis situations with dozens of people dying or anything like that. Heck, I've even been kind of enjoying having some time to take it easy, I guess.

But it's the excessive down time I really can't figure out what to do with. I mean, sure, it's nice to have some time to relax and hang out in CES or watch movies or whatever, but I'm used to always having something to do with myself. And I don't just mean helping out an inmate or something, like a tangible case or something to work on. People to interview, places to stake out, paper work to file... I was basically living from one difficult case or catastrophe to the next, and without that everything's felt kind of... weird, these last couple days. I guess somewhere between being a cop and coming here I forgot how to just be used to having some free time to kill.

Anyone got any suggestions on how to cope until the next catastrophe?

[Private to Steph]

Sorry I skipped out on lessons without warning you about it. You up for some more practice later tonight?

[Private to Hayley]

This doesn't change anything.

[ooc: So this is an audio because Dick broke his nose. And it's sort of a funny/embarrassing story, the bruises are still really colorful/noticeable, and therefore no video for you, Barge. Infirmary folk would know it happened twoish days ago in CES while sparring with Costigan, who broke/fractured one of his ribs. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. :| ]

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I would, especially when your kid brother's slapping you in the face trying to get you not to fall asleep.

[His tone made it pretty clear that he didn't really mind, since it was definitely better then the alternative.]

I meant that it's a little more than annoying in my book.

[Then again, after seeing the scars Dick has, she really shouldn't be that surprised.]

It's not a big deal. There were a lot worse things that could have happened.

[Like dying, which had actually happened to her, and had been just as horrible to watch as if it was happening back in the real world.]

[She doesn't miss the hint and she swallows, looking away. She really doesn't ever want to experience that again. Really, really doesn't. Just the thought terrifies her and it definitely leaks onto her face.]

Yeah. There are.

[But she's quickly trying to find some way to change the topic of conversation, maybe turn it back to Dick. There's a lot about him she doesn't know.]

[Dick sensed the need for a change in topic and latched on to the first one that came to mind.]

Do you want to come in? It's... kind of a mess, but...

[He trailed off, shrugging sort of sheepishly. He wasn't great about picking up after himself.]

Sure, yeah. Thanks.

[Ariadne didn't mind the mess; she was naturally organized, but wasn't a neat freak. She entered his room and couldn't help but look around, take in the surroundings as best she could.]

You sure you don't need anything for your nose?

I swear I'm fine. The swelling's down, the break's a pretty clean one, Dr. Jones and the Seventh Doctor won't let me get away with not getting medical treatment if something goes wrong... I'll be totally back to normal in a couple weeks.

[Ariadne looked back at him and that nose.]

Have you told anyone else how you got it?

[It's not a test of trust but a genuine question, she's thinking about Tim.]

Well, after Costigan made that gloriously public reply and then asked about my nose, I think anyone who cares about what I post knows. And the infirmary staff knows, obviously.

[And he's going to start attempting to tidy up a little bit, which mostly means trying to organize the piles of stuff he has all over the place. Fortunately, all the stuff tying him to the vigilante community was safely tucked away, but there were still books and papers and DVDs spread out all over the place.]

[Ariadne nodded, taking that answer, but when he started to clean up, she had to protest.]

You don't have to. I don't mind. Really.

[And considering how her room had stacks of pages of drawings from a night or so of finding it difficult to sleep, she wasn't about to start pointing fingers.]

No, it's okay, I should try and straighten up anyway.

[At least the room had been put back together after the detox thing. That was something.]

[Ariadne really didn't know whether she should help or just stay out of the way, so she sat down on the couch and waited for any kind of instruction.]

It's not that bad.

[He shrugged.] Guess it could be worse.

So, you've been here about a month now, right?

[Ariadne nodded, still watching him.]

Yeah, just about a month.

[It'd passed pretty quickly, actually.]

You're two months, right?

Yep. Sort of already feels like I've been here forever though.

[He grabbed a stack of books and started re-shelving them.] So, what do you think?

Of... the Barge?

[She raised an eyebrow, considering. ]

It's an adventure.

It's definitely different. You miss home at all?

Not really.

[She was here for a purpose, after all, and that purpose kept her driven to stay.]

Do you?

[Dick paused for a moment before shrugging and continuing to shelve the books. It was a lot more complicated then just a yes or a no.]

Sort of. Parts of it, anyway.

You like to keep busy.

[She'd read his entry, despite her first question being completely unrelated. Still, she's watching the titles of the books he shelves, reading for hints about him.]

Yep. It's definitely been a transition. I actually can get sleep here.

[Upon closer inspection, she'd find a lot of them are just general good books, maybe leaning a little towards sci-fi and crime dramaish stuff, with a healthy smattering of nonfiction covering just about everything from the history of martial arts to criminology to biographies.]

[Martial arts. Hmm. She supposed that could be slightly normal for a cop. Criminology made sense. Sci-fi made her smile mentally. ]

You mentioned that. Is it really something you don't like?

[Finished with that stack, he started trying to reorganize some of the papers on his desk, looking over with a smirk.]

What, sleeping?

[Ariadne smiled at his smirk, raising her eyebrows at him.]

Yes, sleeping.

[She really liked sleeping, probably a little more than the usual person, especially now that she'd started to remember some of her dreams here and there. It took practice definitely, but she'd been improving until a few nights ago.

Before talking to Eames, she hadn't ever seen dream sharing as akin to murder. She'd been surprised to even hear that they were going to destroy Fischer's relationship with his father, but to hear that with she had aided in, essentially, the murder of a man, she'd been utterly shocked. The only time the architect had ever raised a weapon against someone was Mal, and that was after she'd shot Cobb. Even then, it'd left her out of breath. Then, Crane arriving back so soon after that had made her jump to conclusions she shouldn't have; she knew about Bargetwins.

The thought of killing Fischer had kept her up one night already; it disturbed her, deeply.]

I just don't really have time for it, back home. Plus I've kind of had problems sleeping since I was a kid, so busy schedule, plus general insomnia... There you go. Not really something I spend a lot of time doing, usually.

[And he still kept weird hours, even if he didn't really have anything specific to be doing at four in the morning on the Barge. Probably just out of habit - because he'd been doing this since he was a kid - but at the same time, it felt weird being able to get this much.

And, as stupid as it sounded, if he wasn't exhausted when he went to sleep, he did have nightmares more often then not about a variety of things. Lately they'd been a little focused on not being able to save Costigan in time when he'd sliced himself up in the bathroom, but there were general stress dreams left over from home too. Training with Steph until the small hours of the night had been helping get them under control, but it was still unpleasant.]

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