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[Private to David]

I figure we've both had time to chill out and think, now. So maybe it's time to talk.

[Public]

[And Tim just realized that he's just been doing his thing since coming back from Gotham, and that he hasn't actually told anyone he hasn't seen that he's back. Whoops. :c]

I'm back, by the way. Gotham still smells like Gotham.

[Private to friends]

I'm heading home to Gotham for a little while. don't worry; I'll be back. It shouldn't be too long. So if you want anything, yell.

[Private to Cissie]

Promise.

[Private to Dick]

I'm working on a new costume design. And I don't really trust the Admiral to get me the right material, so I'm going to grab it when I'm home. [ ( Read more... )

[There is a half-smile on Tim's face because oh hey he almost forgot BUT HE IS A GOOD BROTHER and he only forgets his own birthday]

So while the network is completely open...Everyone wish Dick a happy birthday. Since he's turning into an old man and all.

And if there's anyone lurking from home...[He waves lazily. Because he is very aware there ( Read more... )

[Tim is still in the CES, and the angle would indicate he's on the roof of one of those buildings. Because this is what Robins of all generations do. They climb buildings and stand on roofs.]

The staffers are gone.

[He sounds so tired, and the circles under his eyes are intense, but he isn't booking it out of there yet.]The door showed up, and ( Read more... )

[Have a quick pan of the CES, with all its creepy, shitty storming.]

I didn't walk in through the door. I can't find the door. And I've never seen weather this ugly in here.

[The camera wobbles a little, and Tim looks down, then all around him.] Great.

Who else is - [He's pausing, checking the network] - Who besides Buffy is here? And what's ( Read more... )

[The video is just of a Parisian cityscape, seen from fairly high up. Like on a roof. Tim won't be showing himself at all.]

You know, I never liked Paris. My memories of it aren't the best. But it could be worse - we could be in Madrid. Madrid is definitely the Gotham of Spain.

In my universe, anyway.

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[On a teeny tiny communicator made of acorns and fairy dust and BELIEF is Tim. Who has an acorn top as a hat. Oh and wings. He has wings, too. They're still for the moment, but they twitch and he lifts off his tiny branch in his very big tree every now and then, because HOW DO SIT STILL.]

Hey! Listen!

[No that's all you get for now. Timkerbell ( Read more... )

[Private to Sylar]

We need to talk.

[Private separately to Dick and Cissie]

I'm going home for a while. I shouldn't be long.

[Public, posted after the talking to the above]

[It sounds rehearsed, and maybe it is. Carefully picked out words that convey what he's doing and not why.]I'm heading home later today. I'll be back soon. If there are any ( Read more... )

[All kinds of backdated to Sunday.]

What the hell-- [Oh whoops, transmitting.]

[Private to Shego]

Any idea why my Item is telling me I'm your warden?

[Private to Sylar]

Are you all right? [Because his Item won't be telling him. :|]