6: Monologue curse, Stevie and Jilly. Later, plus Dick.
Tim: *Tim scrambled out the basement window when he heard Giselle singing, and made a muttering moody beeline straight to Jilly's.* Dick'll still be back there, good, can't deal with any more a' that, he'll figure it out next time he drops off food or fakes some other excuse to ask /are you okay/ another six times...
Jilly: *Jilly's where she usually is, propped up on a stool and working away at a painting of the outskirts of the jungle. Still in it's early stages, but she's already covered in paint.*
Tim: ... haha. She looks like a paintcan exploded. Um. And she can totally hear me, smooth. Jilly?
Jilly: *looks up and grins* I get that a lot. Hey Stevie.
Tim: Jeez, that's almost getting normal to hear, that can't be good. Hi. I need a place- you said you had someplace quiet where I could just- I can't really stop talking and it really sucks, there isn't time 'cause I can't stop stuff from coming out. D|
Jilly: Sure thing. *puts her brush into the nearby jar of dingy water and grabs her crutches. She's gotten pretty good at using them and like everything that is in Jilly's constant use for any period of time it's covered in splotches of paint* It's in the back, next to my room. *a smile* I was going to use it as a studio, but you're welcome to it.
Tim: Oh jeez thankgod /thank you/ I really can't be outsi- I'm gonna-- do you need help? You don't gotta get up I'll just find it I mean I'm probably enough trouble already-- *moving forward, can be support!*
Tim: Oh hey you found paintbrushes I wondered about-- geez I'll just find it or something I can climb in a window if the door's locked I promise I won't mess anything up and I didn't mean to take up your studio and
Jilly: Stevie.
Tim: Uh. that's me. Yeah?
Jilly: *a firm hand on his shoulder* You aren't any trouble, you aren't taking up my studio, I need to get some food in me and clean that room out a bit anyway and I want you to be here. *a smile* We street kids watch out for our own, remember?
Tim: ... *relief* Right!! Yeah. Yeah thanks geez it's been awhile since I could count on somethin' like this and wait does that mean you're gonna be around the room cleaning and well maybe I can do something in the kitchen? Food.
Jilly: *Ahhh, right. He needs space. She let's go of his shoulder, but reaches out to ruffle his hair affectionately.* Good plan. I can toss together the bed for you if you're planning on staying the night and you can russle us up some food. *and is turning to move away to the room, totally not giving him a chance to argue*
Tim: *headtilt* I gotta stop getting used to that it's never gonna last and-- right. Food. Yeah I can do sandwiches or something, wait Dick lives here, there's probably all sorts of lunch you can make without setting stuff on fire *off to make lunch!*
Jilly: *ttiiiiime skip! Jilly shoving the last canvas out of the room and remembering to close the window that she had opened to air out the room a bit. It's small and sparse, with a cot in the corner that has fresh blankets and a pillow.*
Tim: *poking head in!* Looks done. Jilly? I made sandwiches and they're totally not as good as Alfred's but they're food and. aw man there's a bed. Thanks, seriously, thanks, if I'm not careful I'm gonna wanna stay here and then I'll just be all sorts of-- yeah you said I wasn't any trouble but wait for the second week- not like I'm actually staying long anyway.
Jilly: *smiling* Thanks, Stevie. *a pause and then seriously* If you need a place, the door's always open, you know.
Tim: *a startled pause* Don't SAY that, I'll USE it, and then I'll use it up.
Tim: *snapping mouth shut, retreating* This really sucks I didn't want to say that.
Jilly: *quietly* I know. *She really wants to say more, but isn't sure if anything she says will help him at all the way he is right now. So a gentle smile and askes a question she's pretty sure she knows the answer to.* Would you like to eat with me?
Tim: I- No. Sorry. I really can't I'll just be stupid and-- you're safer than anybody but that's bad too. It's not like I don't- I can't let you think any worse of me. Crap. I have to stop it's getting worse again 'cause it's hard to calm down when I do this, crap, calm down.
Jilly: *Yeah she kinda figured, but she hates seeing him like this. Acting on impules, she pulls him into a tight hug and speaks firmly.* Listen to me, okay? I don't think badly of you. You're a wonderful kid. I understand. There are secrets everyone has that they don't want others to know about. It's hard right now, but I swear, it's going to be all right.
Tim: ohgeez what's going-- *hugged! muffled* no'm not. s'just good cover. I-- /thanks,/ Jilly, I really gotta go now. *squirming out of it* Thanks. Really. Geez, thank you, this's way more than I- I dunno. I'll be fine. When it's done. Thanks.
Jilly: *Lets him go and smiles.* No problem. I'll be around if you need anything, yeah? Try to get some sleep tonight.
Tim: Yeah, I can ask, I will, might raid the pantry, that'd work better if you didn't announce it, Dick said the same thing. I can sleep. Be fine. *retreating into the Studio of Solitude, more relaxed than he was.*
Tim: *well, Studio of Solitude with a cot and a muttering boy, relaxing against the wall and just sorta waiting this out.*
Tim: *occasionally hoping out loud that hey, he's being quiet enough that you can't hear him through the walls.*
Jilly: *at the easel again, and yes still covered in paint. Giving Tim his space*
Dick: *...we have a Studio of Solitude? o.0 I thought it was a cupboard, you know, where we kept all of the stuff that's now around the house. wut. happened?*
Tim: *obviously you have a Studio of Solitude NOW* oh great, Dick's back, just keep it quiet, Jilly can-- something, you can count on her. =|
Jilly: *Yes you can. Looking up from the painting and reaching for the crutches to intercept Dick. Flailing one leg lady, what's not distracting about that?* Hey, welcome home.
Dick: Hey, Jilly *no really. what happened? You're one little woman. where did all this come from?* T-Stevie hasn't been by, has he?
Tim: Well they're just gonna be domestic I guess s'nothing to do with me, not like I oughta- totally listening in anyway, yeah *ear to his door, wut, whispering to himself*
Jilly: *reeeally no point in lying but standing in between Dick and the way to the... *Ahem* Studio of Solitude.* He has. I'm putting him up for the night in that spare room next to mine. *bit of a smile* Give him a quiet place to ride out this new curse, you know?
Dick: *he had one. in the basement of- oh w/e he's here... and it is quieter than the alternative. but just to check* Stevie? *almost skeptically waiting for an answer, glancing between Jilly and the Fortress (upgrades) of Solitude*
Tim: *against the door, flat* What. *and down to quiet* god that's so much weirder coming from him even if he doesn't know where it's from.
Jilly: *Not saying anything, but not moving either. Bit of a smile and a shrug. See?*
Dick: *all suspicion gone. you're both off the hook. congratulations. have a relieved smile.* I'll tell Clark to call off the dogs. *Jilly have a bat plush as a canvas mascot*
Tim: *muttermutter* What, is that all he wanted. Looking for me? I can deal with this for another half a day without people worrying or something *moving back into the room*
Jilly: *taking the plushy and grinning* Cute. *back to the stool, crisis averted* I guess things are getting pretty noisy over at Clark's place, huh?
Dick: Guess so. *yep, you could almost call it socialising. the horror. unspoken 'poor kid' face. sorry, Timmy, he's comin' to check up on you...and he's knocking for some reason.*
Tim: *facepalm* WHAT. Are you kidding me, didn't we do this one already, I'm here, what more does he want.
Jilly: *facepalm of her own, so much for giving Tim his space, and scrambling back up because she's really not sure how this is going to go, but she's a den mother and it's habit by now* Just give him some space for right now, Dick. He's having a rough day.
Dick: Nice to see you too, lil Bro. *okay. slight pout over both of you :/ the Hell? he's just sayin' h- oh for- fine. sighs.* Yeah, you're right. *and back to Tim* me casa es su casa. Help yourself, okay?
Tim: Well great, now I just feel bad-- "lil Bro!?" *little smile* GEEZ, enough already, both of 'em are just trying to get me comfortable, that's never gonna turn out well. Haha.
Jilly: *Relaxing because Tim's laughing and that's better than he was doing when he first go here. Smiling at Dick and this is completely for Tim's benifit* You shouldn't pout so much.
Tim: Is he pouting. *not bothering to mutter* I BET he's pouting. *calling* Go pout at Jilly, Dick, and go do it somewhere else so I don't get any on me. *and quiet* gimme a chance to catch a nap or read a book or something.
Dick: ... *srsly, don't encourage that.* I'm not pouting *by which i mean he totally is*
Tim: *laughing at you.* |D SAY, you wanna help, gimme a book or something in here! And cake. I would totally forgive you for cake.
Jilly: *Grinning and making no apologies, just happy to hear Tim sounding more like Tim* Do we have any cake? I can do something about getting you a book though.
Dick: *no, we do not have cake. we eat enough pizza as it is. ...and thinking like this clearly means that they should go have cake. and quick.* Any requests? *in no way begrudging u and ur metabolism. pft*
Tim: Hahaha! Don't say THAT, wonder what else I can get outta this, chocolate's not gonna be as good as Alfred's BUT yeah, chocolate, thaaanks, too bad we don't have any video games.
Jilly: *And now she's laughing* Sorry, haven't got the arcade wired up yet. *looking over her shoulder at the door* Would you like to pick your own book or do you trust my judgement? *leaving that option wide open*
[11:11] linadarkstar: Tim ttly made extra sandwiches at Jilly's for you =|b he was just killing time anyway
[11:11] boojums snark: <3 then Tim get the biggest slice of chocolate cake evah
[11:12] linadarkstar: =) he will ttly unintentionally inform Dick that he thought he was kidding
[11:13] boojums snark: no. the cake is not a lie D:
[11:14] linadarkstar: That's cool. Am I gonna have to stop askin' for things to get you to stop spoiling me? Don't answer that. =T
[11:15] linadarkstar: *om nom nom yay cake*
[11:16] boojums snark: *laugh* fair enough *enjoys healthy sammich made by tim with Love*
[11:19] linadarkstar: Sometimes it's cool we don't answer things or don't ask about things. We get it. Kinda wish I'd had the guts to ask about Babs though. coulda used some warning on that. =\ *omnomnom*
[11:21] boojums snark: Ah. Yeah. *awkward~ neck rub* I guess I should have told you about that, huh?
[11:22] linadarkstar: *shrug!* I didn' ask. Maybe you didn' even know I didn't know. I dunno what all's different only I patrol with her a lot back home, it was kindova shock. *pause. abrupt.*I miss her.
[11:24] boojums snark: *smiles and have a slow ruffle. more of a hand on your head hug thing* Yeah.
[11:28] linadarkstar: I mean it, I miss her kind of a lot. I mean Bruce is here and I guess she's kind of here but it's not Batgirl, I kind of count on her more than I should-- and /that's/ not Cass and it's all messed up.
[11:31] boojums snark: *sympathetic smile. he doesn't have a partner as such, but he can relate. he misses patrolling with TimTim and...Batman* Pretty much, yeah. We're not a bad bunch, though.
[11:31] linadarkstar: *little sigh.* I know. It just seems like you're the only one who's normal. Only you like me too much.
[11:32] linadarkstar: ... *reddening* 'mgonna go back into the studio. it's almost over anyway.
[11:34] boojums snark: *small smirk* Alright. Let me know if you grow a tail or something, okay?
[11:37] linadarkstar: Why- oh /gawd/ it's not even over, is it, I hope I'm not up next, 'm too tired for more of this. Okay let's think about it, how many people got two in a row instead of having breaks between 'em before, there were a lot of... *shutting the door behind him*
[11:39] boojums snark: *chuckling to himself and for the record, he likes Tim just the right amount. he'll just have to drill that into the kid*
[11:39] linadarkstar: *weirdo.*
Jilly: *Jilly's where she usually is, propped up on a stool and working away at a painting of the outskirts of the jungle. Still in it's early stages, but she's already covered in paint.*
Tim: ... haha. She looks like a paintcan exploded. Um. And she can totally hear me, smooth. Jilly?
Jilly: *looks up and grins* I get that a lot. Hey Stevie.
Tim: Jeez, that's almost getting normal to hear, that can't be good. Hi. I need a place- you said you had someplace quiet where I could just- I can't really stop talking and it really sucks, there isn't time 'cause I can't stop stuff from coming out. D|
Jilly: Sure thing. *puts her brush into the nearby jar of dingy water and grabs her crutches. She's gotten pretty good at using them and like everything that is in Jilly's constant use for any period of time it's covered in splotches of paint* It's in the back, next to my room. *a smile* I was going to use it as a studio, but you're welcome to it.
Tim: Oh jeez thankgod /thank you/ I really can't be outsi- I'm gonna-- do you need help? You don't gotta get up I'll just find it I mean I'm probably enough trouble already-- *moving forward, can be support!*
Tim: Oh hey you found paintbrushes I wondered about-- geez I'll just find it or something I can climb in a window if the door's locked I promise I won't mess anything up and I didn't mean to take up your studio and
Jilly: Stevie.
Tim: Uh. that's me. Yeah?
Jilly: *a firm hand on his shoulder* You aren't any trouble, you aren't taking up my studio, I need to get some food in me and clean that room out a bit anyway and I want you to be here. *a smile* We street kids watch out for our own, remember?
Tim: ... *relief* Right!! Yeah. Yeah thanks geez it's been awhile since I could count on somethin' like this and wait does that mean you're gonna be around the room cleaning and well maybe I can do something in the kitchen? Food.
Jilly: *Ahhh, right. He needs space. She let's go of his shoulder, but reaches out to ruffle his hair affectionately.* Good plan. I can toss together the bed for you if you're planning on staying the night and you can russle us up some food. *and is turning to move away to the room, totally not giving him a chance to argue*
Tim: *headtilt* I gotta stop getting used to that it's never gonna last and-- right. Food. Yeah I can do sandwiches or something, wait Dick lives here, there's probably all sorts of lunch you can make without setting stuff on fire *off to make lunch!*
Jilly: *ttiiiiime skip! Jilly shoving the last canvas out of the room and remembering to close the window that she had opened to air out the room a bit. It's small and sparse, with a cot in the corner that has fresh blankets and a pillow.*
Tim: *poking head in!* Looks done. Jilly? I made sandwiches and they're totally not as good as Alfred's but they're food and. aw man there's a bed. Thanks, seriously, thanks, if I'm not careful I'm gonna wanna stay here and then I'll just be all sorts of-- yeah you said I wasn't any trouble but wait for the second week- not like I'm actually staying long anyway.
Jilly: *smiling* Thanks, Stevie. *a pause and then seriously* If you need a place, the door's always open, you know.
Tim: *a startled pause* Don't SAY that, I'll USE it, and then I'll use it up.
Tim: *snapping mouth shut, retreating* This really sucks I didn't want to say that.
Jilly: *quietly* I know. *She really wants to say more, but isn't sure if anything she says will help him at all the way he is right now. So a gentle smile and askes a question she's pretty sure she knows the answer to.* Would you like to eat with me?
Tim: I- No. Sorry. I really can't I'll just be stupid and-- you're safer than anybody but that's bad too. It's not like I don't- I can't let you think any worse of me. Crap. I have to stop it's getting worse again 'cause it's hard to calm down when I do this, crap, calm down.
Jilly: *Yeah she kinda figured, but she hates seeing him like this. Acting on impules, she pulls him into a tight hug and speaks firmly.* Listen to me, okay? I don't think badly of you. You're a wonderful kid. I understand. There are secrets everyone has that they don't want others to know about. It's hard right now, but I swear, it's going to be all right.
Tim: ohgeez what's going-- *hugged! muffled* no'm not. s'just good cover. I-- /thanks,/ Jilly, I really gotta go now. *squirming out of it* Thanks. Really. Geez, thank you, this's way more than I- I dunno. I'll be fine. When it's done. Thanks.
Jilly: *Lets him go and smiles.* No problem. I'll be around if you need anything, yeah? Try to get some sleep tonight.
Tim: Yeah, I can ask, I will, might raid the pantry, that'd work better if you didn't announce it, Dick said the same thing. I can sleep. Be fine. *retreating into the Studio of Solitude, more relaxed than he was.*
Tim: *well, Studio of Solitude with a cot and a muttering boy, relaxing against the wall and just sorta waiting this out.*
Tim: *occasionally hoping out loud that hey, he's being quiet enough that you can't hear him through the walls.*
Jilly: *at the easel again, and yes still covered in paint. Giving Tim his space*
Dick: *...we have a Studio of Solitude? o.0 I thought it was a cupboard, you know, where we kept all of the stuff that's now around the house. wut. happened?*
Tim: *obviously you have a Studio of Solitude NOW* oh great, Dick's back, just keep it quiet, Jilly can-- something, you can count on her. =|
Jilly: *Yes you can. Looking up from the painting and reaching for the crutches to intercept Dick. Flailing one leg lady, what's not distracting about that?* Hey, welcome home.
Dick: Hey, Jilly *no really. what happened? You're one little woman. where did all this come from?* T-Stevie hasn't been by, has he?
Tim: Well they're just gonna be domestic I guess s'nothing to do with me, not like I oughta- totally listening in anyway, yeah *ear to his door, wut, whispering to himself*
Jilly: *reeeally no point in lying but standing in between Dick and the way to the... *Ahem* Studio of Solitude.* He has. I'm putting him up for the night in that spare room next to mine. *bit of a smile* Give him a quiet place to ride out this new curse, you know?
Dick: *he had one. in the basement of- oh w/e he's here... and it is quieter than the alternative. but just to check* Stevie? *almost skeptically waiting for an answer, glancing between Jilly and the Fortress (upgrades) of Solitude*
Tim: *against the door, flat* What. *and down to quiet* god that's so much weirder coming from him even if he doesn't know where it's from.
Jilly: *Not saying anything, but not moving either. Bit of a smile and a shrug. See?*
Dick: *all suspicion gone. you're both off the hook. congratulations. have a relieved smile.* I'll tell Clark to call off the dogs. *Jilly have a bat plush as a canvas mascot*
Tim: *muttermutter* What, is that all he wanted. Looking for me? I can deal with this for another half a day without people worrying or something *moving back into the room*
Jilly: *taking the plushy and grinning* Cute. *back to the stool, crisis averted* I guess things are getting pretty noisy over at Clark's place, huh?
Dick: Guess so. *yep, you could almost call it socialising. the horror. unspoken 'poor kid' face. sorry, Timmy, he's comin' to check up on you...and he's knocking for some reason.*
Tim: *facepalm* WHAT. Are you kidding me, didn't we do this one already, I'm here, what more does he want.
Jilly: *facepalm of her own, so much for giving Tim his space, and scrambling back up because she's really not sure how this is going to go, but she's a den mother and it's habit by now* Just give him some space for right now, Dick. He's having a rough day.
Dick: Nice to see you too, lil Bro. *okay. slight pout over both of you :/ the Hell? he's just sayin' h- oh for- fine. sighs.* Yeah, you're right. *and back to Tim* me casa es su casa. Help yourself, okay?
Tim: Well great, now I just feel bad-- "lil Bro!?" *little smile* GEEZ, enough already, both of 'em are just trying to get me comfortable, that's never gonna turn out well. Haha.
Jilly: *Relaxing because Tim's laughing and that's better than he was doing when he first go here. Smiling at Dick and this is completely for Tim's benifit* You shouldn't pout so much.
Tim: Is he pouting. *not bothering to mutter* I BET he's pouting. *calling* Go pout at Jilly, Dick, and go do it somewhere else so I don't get any on me. *and quiet* gimme a chance to catch a nap or read a book or something.
Dick: ... *srsly, don't encourage that.* I'm not pouting *by which i mean he totally is*
Tim: *laughing at you.* |D SAY, you wanna help, gimme a book or something in here! And cake. I would totally forgive you for cake.
Jilly: *Grinning and making no apologies, just happy to hear Tim sounding more like Tim* Do we have any cake? I can do something about getting you a book though.
Dick: *no, we do not have cake. we eat enough pizza as it is. ...and thinking like this clearly means that they should go have cake. and quick.* Any requests? *in no way begrudging u and ur metabolism. pft*
Tim: Hahaha! Don't say THAT, wonder what else I can get outta this, chocolate's not gonna be as good as Alfred's BUT yeah, chocolate, thaaanks, too bad we don't have any video games.
Jilly: *And now she's laughing* Sorry, haven't got the arcade wired up yet. *looking over her shoulder at the door* Would you like to pick your own book or do you trust my judgement? *leaving that option wide open*
[11:11] linadarkstar: Tim ttly made extra sandwiches at Jilly's for you =|b he was just killing time anyway
[11:11] boojums snark: <3 then Tim get the biggest slice of chocolate cake evah
[11:12] linadarkstar: =) he will ttly unintentionally inform Dick that he thought he was kidding
[11:13] boojums snark: no. the cake is not a lie D:
[11:14] linadarkstar: That's cool. Am I gonna have to stop askin' for things to get you to stop spoiling me? Don't answer that. =T
[11:15] linadarkstar: *om nom nom yay cake*
[11:16] boojums snark: *laugh* fair enough *enjoys healthy sammich made by tim with Love*
[11:19] linadarkstar: Sometimes it's cool we don't answer things or don't ask about things. We get it. Kinda wish I'd had the guts to ask about Babs though. coulda used some warning on that. =\ *omnomnom*
[11:21] boojums snark: Ah. Yeah. *awkward~ neck rub* I guess I should have told you about that, huh?
[11:22] linadarkstar: *shrug!* I didn' ask. Maybe you didn' even know I didn't know. I dunno what all's different only I patrol with her a lot back home, it was kindova shock. *pause. abrupt.*I miss her.
[11:24] boojums snark: *smiles and have a slow ruffle. more of a hand on your head hug thing* Yeah.
[11:28] linadarkstar: I mean it, I miss her kind of a lot. I mean Bruce is here and I guess she's kind of here but it's not Batgirl, I kind of count on her more than I should-- and /that's/ not Cass and it's all messed up.
[11:31] boojums snark: *sympathetic smile. he doesn't have a partner as such, but he can relate. he misses patrolling with TimTim and...Batman* Pretty much, yeah. We're not a bad bunch, though.
[11:31] linadarkstar: *little sigh.* I know. It just seems like you're the only one who's normal. Only you like me too much.
[11:32] linadarkstar: ... *reddening* 'mgonna go back into the studio. it's almost over anyway.
[11:34] boojums snark: *small smirk* Alright. Let me know if you grow a tail or something, okay?
[11:37] linadarkstar: Why- oh /gawd/ it's not even over, is it, I hope I'm not up next, 'm too tired for more of this. Okay let's think about it, how many people got two in a row instead of having breaks between 'em before, there were a lot of... *shutting the door behind him*
[11:39] boojums snark: *chuckling to himself and for the record, he likes Tim just the right amount. he'll just have to drill that into the kid*
[11:39] linadarkstar: *weirdo.*