[Dick hasn't wandered too, too far from the ship yet. He's getting his bearings, and it's still early on in port, before it's safe to return to the ship. In the background of the video, you can probably make out some of the wrecked buildings, and while Dick in in civvies, he's got a backpack slung over one shoulder with the Nightwing suit in it.]

Nice of the Admiral to pick another awesome vacation destination to crash the ship for repairs. You'd think there should be an outpost or something we can dock at for a while, rather than just hitting the brakes too hard and ending up here. Wherever... here is. [Have you guys seen the sky? There is no way we're not all coming out of this without some respiratory problems. :|]

I bet we lost people in the landing, too. Obviously we have no idea what this world is actually going to be like, and maybe we'll get lucky and have a quiet weekend for once, but use caution if you're heading out away from the ship, and I think we should do a roll call to see who's missing so we can start thinking about getting them back in one piece.

[Which brings him to the issue that's been nagging at him since port was announced.]

Has anyone seen Tim?

[ooc: Feel free to spam him! He's maybe half a mile out from the ship at this point, and will be doing sneaky Bat things to try and find out more about what happened here. Once the Vanquish start rolling in, he's going to be suiting up and heading off to find Tim and get him out of here, but is otherwise very open for plotting and shenanigans.]

[Private to Sarah Connor]

Where are you?

[Private to Sara Pezzini]

How do you feel about taking down some zombies?

It's been over a year and a half since I've been home for more than a few hours. I can pretty safely say this isn't the welcome back party I expected. [There's some humor there, but he mostly just sounds... tired. Maybe a little in shock. There's a short pause, and there's some quiet, largely unintelligible conversation with someone that sounds like Tim for those with good ears before Dick continues, and his voice is harder, more focused.

This might not be their Gotham, but they sure as hell aren't going to let it burn to the ground, and Dick is stepping up into leader mode. Which means bossy, lecture-y Bat, so sorry about that guys. :c]

I understand that for some of you, this is like stepping onto a set of a movie, but these are not characters from a cheesy kid's cartoon. They're violent, psychopathic murderers. If you see the Joker, or anyone dressed up in clown make up, run as fast as you can in the opposite direction. Do not try to engage him or any other costumed criminal unless you have no other choice. This isn't me trying to lecture you on laws of reality or common sense, it's advice to keep you safe.

Anyone who's able and willing should support the GCPD in any way they can. I understand first priority is keeping your inmates and yourself safe throughout port, but I'd be appreciative to anyone who's able to help stop this from getting worse. [And here he's warden filtering directions to the GCPD headquarters and Gotham General, with a note about how he's not sure either will be operational, but they're enough of a jumping off point to orient people and he'll provide further information once he gets updates.]

Stick together, and watch each other's backs. If anyone starts getting reports of or runs into anyone who's fallen overboard, keep people informed. Keep track of your inmates.

[Filtered Separately to Steph, Cassie and Superboy]

Tim and I are headed to see how bad the damage is. [Meaning, they're finding the Manor and the Cave and seeing if there's anything they can salvage/any proof that people they care about are still alive. :|] Try to organize anyone who's willing to help to start getting things under control, and make sure someone's helping out anyone who doesn't have combat experience who decided to leave the ship. We'll be able to help in a couple hours at most.

And I know this isn't a major concern on the Barge, but try not to be too open about our identities, especially on public filters. We don't know who could be compromised, and who they could pass the information along to in this world that could endanger our counterparts when things go back to normal. [Assuming they're still alive, anyway. :|]

If we find any information about [what happened to everyone else and if they're alive or not] you'll be the first to know.

[Filtered to Steph and Cassie]

Keep an eye on him. I trust you both to be able to figure out where to start working.

[Filtered Separately to Kirk, Shego, Buffy, Dean, Sara and Steve, forward dated to after he's got some more gear]

I need to meet with you in person at your earliest convenience. Assuming you came into port.

( And a Private to Rorschach and a Spam for Tim to spare your flist. )

[ooc: Dick is slipping pretty heavily into Batman mode, so he probably won't reply to trollish responses, and Tim will probably be chiming in as well. Dick will be out and about in port in the Batsuit pretty much the whole time, and I'll be putting up a log for that later in port for anyone who wants to run into him, and will obviously be tagging around with him! Batman tags will probably be coming from isthenight because omnomnom icons.

FEEL FREE TO ASSUME THIS IS A WHILE AFTER THE ADMIRAL'S ANNOUNCEMENT. I just got impatient and wanted to post. :V]

[Private to Rorschach]

[Dick sounds pretty terrible. His voice is all croaky from coughing all night and he may or may not still be basically curled up in a ball in bed. Damn you, bronchitis, making him miss out on having his organs repossessed a fun port. >C]

Rorschach, go ahead if you want to go into port. I think I'm going to be staying here.

[Private to Tim]

Are you going into port?

[Open Spam]

( Here there is spam. Multiples welcome. :D )

[Private to Rorschach]

So, what have you been up to?

[The enchanted book starts broadcasting an image to your own communicators of Dick, who looks exactly the same as his Barge counterpart, but with different clothes. He's a more or less familiar face around this town, although he and his bff Jon Snow come and go as they please to avoid getting caught by you Sheriff of Nottingham types. He's currently hanging around the marketplace looking for Jon.]

It seems we have a few new faces in town. Where have you all come from, if you don't mind me asking?

Also, I am looking for an old friend of mine. A sorcerer, with red hair and missing the two middle fingers from his left hand. If anyone has any information about him, I'd love to hear it.

[Private to Jon]

I hope you haven't wandered off too far.

[Private to Rowena]

Are you nearby?

[ooc: Port!Dick goes by Richard or, more commonly, Robin, and is probably best known as a sort of jack of all trades who shows up every once and a while and heads off again. He's looking for his lost love, Summer, and has probably asked around for said sorcerer who kidnapped her years ago enough that most people who've been here for a while will just roll their eyes at the question.

Also he steals from you rich greedy bastards and gives back to the nice poor people, with the help of his childhood bff Jon Snow.

OPEN TO SPAM, WHERE EVER YOU WANT HIM TO BE, HE WILL BE THERE :D ... within reason.]

[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.]

[So, even despite the fact that this can really only go quasi badly, Dick still sounds pretty happy for someone who's about to leave what looks like a fallout shelter to go running off into the great unknown apparently armed with just a gun. Which, obviously, he's not too stoked about. Bats don't use guns. He's not even complaining about the jumpsuit since let's face it, this is high fashion compared to some of the stuff he's worn over the years.]

So, I'm guessing two days isn't a ton of time to get to wherever it is we're supposed to be going. Anyone else ready to head out?

... And am I the only one who thinks Megaton sounds more like a Transformers knock off then a city?

[ooc: Spam welcome, I think the game plan right now involves Tim and Molly, but I'm sure we can all be flexible. <3]

[Dick is still sorting through all the stuff at his house. He's maybe starting to get a little obsessive about it, and probably would look a little crazy to anyone who wasn't from the Barge, as he's got clues to his fake life sprawled out around him on the floor. Not that you guys can see it, but to any passersby, he looks a little nuts. Or at least like he's getting started on spring cleaning a little early by ripping everything off the shelves.]

Anyone else have some pictures of people from back home around the house? Like, not Barge people? I'm trying to figure out how closely this place parallels our home universes, which obviously isn't all that much, but I'm still curious.

I mean, obviously we're all here, and some of us have pretty developed family units that aren't like our original ones at all, but what about the people we left back home? Do they exist here too, or is this place just populated with strangers and us?

[There's a specific reasoning behind this questioning, but most of you aren't getting any reasons as to why this is suddenly bothering him.]

[Private to Tim]

I found pictures of my parents.

[Private to Steph, added after talking to Roman]

Are you okay?

[ooc: Multiple spam threads are welcome if you're so inclined, Dick's just probably on the couch watching home movies or analyzing all the information he can find in the albums and papers around the house.]

[Dick is wandering around the house, which is a nice, normal looking place. He's particularly focusing on the family photos and any other traces of the people who apparently really live here who happen to look... just like him and some other Barge people. Including apparently Wally. And Tim. Who are both the wrong ages.]

I'm still in the "this could be worse" stage, but not gonna lie, this is pretty freaky. I think I'm a cop. And maybe ten years older.

So, guess we should have a sound off? Who else is totally wigging out a little over this?

... And anyone seen Wally? I think he's [Dear god this is so weird.] my kid.

[Private to Costigan]

You make it off the Barge? You seem to be a popular guest star in some of these pictures. [Meaning it looks like they're both cops. Which is. Fun.]

[ooc: Housemates, neighbors and whoever else are more then welcome to spam. <3]

( Private to Santa for everyone back home, Tim, Steph, Wally, Costigan, Hayley, Sylar, Shego, Nygma, Spike, Armand (the non vampire one) and Slade )

[Video]

[Someone is definitely wearing his awesome new sweater.]

So, who's up for an awesome Christmas adventure? Best first port ever.