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Who: Tim the Younger & Carrie
What: Campfire of the Robinly Dead Zone search party.
When: Complete first night. More in the comments, maybe?
Where: NW Dead Zone
Rating: G
[Lina: ... the dead zone is probably effing cold up there
Lina: :(
Fatty: oh god that's true
Fatty: scaly panties and pixie boots 8( carrie's suddenly jealous of tim's suit changes
Lina: His cape is self-heating, too B) comes from fighting Mr. Freeze.
Lina: ... He'll lend it to her when it's her turn to get some shuteye.
Fatty: so much jealousy
Fatty: appreciated 8(
Fatty: how come she's from the future and she's the low-tech one. not even fair.
Fatty: i guess batman spent all his money on the battank
Lina: Probably. BT Postapocalypse and all that. But also, c'mon, you couldn't get pants?
Fatty: hey, it comes with pants, okay. in the winter.
Lina: It's November.
Fatty: in the… winterer winter.]
Tim: B| Do yourself a favor, Carrie?
Tim: When we drag Dick back to the castle, wish yourself up some pants.
Carrie: …can't really argue with a favor like that.
Tim: Figured you wouldn't. *wraps his cape around her B| *
Carrie: *…oh that is warm. grudging appreciation. B|* …So how long you figure he's gone without a shower, anyway? We find the spud, he's on your horse.
Tim: He's the heaviest anyway. We can share. *odds they managed to start a campfire?*
Carrie: Might be less falling off that way. Good plan. *well someone here has intensive Girl Scout training, so probably pretty good.*
Tim: *awesome, edging closer to it* Hey. You got somethin' to say about my horsemanship skills? *that you haven't said already?*
Carrie: *good idea. scoot scoot.* Me? *have you ever seen such an innocent look?* Figure I was just worried about riding double with Dick. Who knows how good he is.
Tim: *shoots a Look* Okay, circus kid. Nanny was an elephant. He prob'ly had horses insteada Hot Wheels.
Carrie: Ah. Right. Musta been talking about your horsemanship skills after all, then.
Tim: *ffff thwaps*
Carrie: *grinduck!* 'Least you picked it up fast, anyway.
Tim: *immediately wraps 'round for a headlock* Faster than you?
Carrie: *fsknjs not even fair, she's tangled in borrowed cape. squirming!* No chance.
Tim: *shhhh it is so fair, he was shivering before he started roughhousing and you're in borrowed cape!* Oh yeah? Maybe we shoulda timed it!
Carrie: *refusing… to admit… you're better at this… adding a few twists to that squirming, he can't have the upper hand forever* Too bad, huh? Figure you'll just have to live with second-rate.
Tim: *-- Stops. ...Untangles slowly, carefully. You can have the cape.* Maybe I don't feel like living with that kinda title.
Carrie: *what hey. 8( don't be like that. a quick collecting and straightening, then an elbow nudge.* Then I figure you'll just have to get better, huh?
Tim: *scowl* I'm already better than that. What. You want me to prove I'm better than you?
Carrie: *kind of… making a face here. why so grumpy, Tim?* If you're already better'n that, what're you worried for?
Tim: *blunt* You're not the first Robin around to call me second-rate. I din't think we hadta make this a cagefight.
Carrie: We don't. *oh. that explains it. frowning a little herself now, but more curiously than anything else* You annoyed at me or him?
Tim: Do I hafta pick? *but the weakening grumpyface betrays him: yeah, he's mostly mad at Damian. And that thing Damian said right before they left...*
Carrie: Well, yeah. *like it's totally obvious* One Robin thinks you're not so bad, the other's just out for the record on 'most spuds insulted'.
Tim: But... *grimaces off into the fire* still... it's just ranking one Robin over the other anyway, isn't it? Same as he wants to do.
Carrie: *pausing to think about that one… then shaking her head.* He's good. I just don't like him. Don't figure that one's actually a Robin requirement.
Tim: *a pause himself. Don't you at least have to get along with - tolerate - deal with - if not listen to - Batman's son? ... he doesn't know.* ... Guess not. *pulls his knees up. ffff, cold.* You want first watch?
Carrie: *just… watching him curiously. what's going on in there?* Yeah. Not real tired.
Tim: *he's tired and cranky, that's what's going.* Night then. *yaaaaaaawn* If you turn 'round n' I'm gone, jus' head back, 'kay? I'll bring Dick from there..
What: Campfire of the Robinly Dead Zone search party.
When: Complete first night. More in the comments, maybe?
Where: NW Dead Zone
Rating: G
[Lina: ... the dead zone is probably effing cold up there
Lina: :(
Fatty: oh god that's true
Fatty: scaly panties and pixie boots 8( carrie's suddenly jealous of tim's suit changes
Lina: His cape is self-heating, too B) comes from fighting Mr. Freeze.
Lina: ... He'll lend it to her when it's her turn to get some shuteye.
Fatty: so much jealousy
Fatty: appreciated 8(
Fatty: how come she's from the future and she's the low-tech one. not even fair.
Fatty: i guess batman spent all his money on the battank
Lina: Probably. BT Postapocalypse and all that. But also, c'mon, you couldn't get pants?
Fatty: hey, it comes with pants, okay. in the winter.
Lina: It's November.
Fatty: in the… winterer winter.]
Tim: B| Do yourself a favor, Carrie?
Tim: When we drag Dick back to the castle, wish yourself up some pants.
Carrie: …can't really argue with a favor like that.
Tim: Figured you wouldn't. *wraps his cape around her B| *
Carrie: *…oh that is warm. grudging appreciation. B|* …So how long you figure he's gone without a shower, anyway? We find the spud, he's on your horse.
Tim: He's the heaviest anyway. We can share. *odds they managed to start a campfire?*
Carrie: Might be less falling off that way. Good plan. *well someone here has intensive Girl Scout training, so probably pretty good.*
Tim: *awesome, edging closer to it* Hey. You got somethin' to say about my horsemanship skills? *that you haven't said already?*
Carrie: *good idea. scoot scoot.* Me? *have you ever seen such an innocent look?* Figure I was just worried about riding double with Dick. Who knows how good he is.
Tim: *shoots a Look* Okay, circus kid. Nanny was an elephant. He prob'ly had horses insteada Hot Wheels.
Carrie: Ah. Right. Musta been talking about your horsemanship skills after all, then.
Tim: *ffff thwaps*
Carrie: *grinduck!* 'Least you picked it up fast, anyway.
Tim: *immediately wraps 'round for a headlock* Faster than you?
Carrie: *fsknjs not even fair, she's tangled in borrowed cape. squirming!* No chance.
Tim: *shhhh it is so fair, he was shivering before he started roughhousing and you're in borrowed cape!* Oh yeah? Maybe we shoulda timed it!
Carrie: *refusing… to admit… you're better at this… adding a few twists to that squirming, he can't have the upper hand forever* Too bad, huh? Figure you'll just have to live with second-rate.
Tim: *-- Stops. ...Untangles slowly, carefully. You can have the cape.* Maybe I don't feel like living with that kinda title.
Carrie: *what hey. 8( don't be like that. a quick collecting and straightening, then an elbow nudge.* Then I figure you'll just have to get better, huh?
Tim: *scowl* I'm already better than that. What. You want me to prove I'm better than you?
Carrie: *kind of… making a face here. why so grumpy, Tim?* If you're already better'n that, what're you worried for?
Tim: *blunt* You're not the first Robin around to call me second-rate. I din't think we hadta make this a cagefight.
Carrie: We don't. *oh. that explains it. frowning a little herself now, but more curiously than anything else* You annoyed at me or him?
Tim: Do I hafta pick? *but the weakening grumpyface betrays him: yeah, he's mostly mad at Damian. And that thing Damian said right before they left...*
Carrie: Well, yeah. *like it's totally obvious* One Robin thinks you're not so bad, the other's just out for the record on 'most spuds insulted'.
Tim: But... *grimaces off into the fire* still... it's just ranking one Robin over the other anyway, isn't it? Same as he wants to do.
Carrie: *pausing to think about that one… then shaking her head.* He's good. I just don't like him. Don't figure that one's actually a Robin requirement.
Tim: *a pause himself. Don't you at least have to get along with - tolerate - deal with - if not listen to - Batman's son? ... he doesn't know.* ... Guess not. *pulls his knees up. ffff, cold.* You want first watch?
Carrie: *just… watching him curiously. what's going on in there?* Yeah. Not real tired.
Tim: *he's tired and cranky, that's what's going.* Night then. *yaaaaaaawn* If you turn 'round n' I'm gone, jus' head back, 'kay? I'll bring Dick from there..