Let me lift from the ground like my soul is in flight

[teambatgirl]

“I don’t want to insult you, O, but the fact that you’ve never seen Showgirls is an abomination.  It’s an amazing, glorious piece of truly terrible cinema.  It’s awesome.  We’ll have to have a Batgirl movie night.  Put that in the priority one file.”

Stephanie Brown is flying.  The line is strong and steady in her hand, the night breeze cool against

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[highf]

"Um... last I heard, we have over two hundred people on the island? Possibly closer to three hundred, but I'm not on the Council so I wouldn't know the exact numbers. People obviously appear and vanish on a fairly regular basis," Kurt ponders as he leads them to the entrance, opening the front door for her. "And the island's about ten miles across, so not all that big, but plenty for all of us to live together. Most people live in huts, but a few people actually live in the dorms inside of the Compound. A lot of the Compound's underground, too, so don't let it fool you into thinking that it's tiny, it's really not."

Pushing inside, the two are met with a cold brush of air; Kurt suppresses a shiver and holds his papers closer to his chest. "As for people you know, I mean like, I know Clark Kent's here. Not as sure about Batman..." He glances for a moment in her direction, deciding that it's probably better not to mention the fact that he knows Bruce Wayne is Batman. (Or at least, the original Wayne.)

"So did you want food? Clothes? Or am I supposed to hand you straight off to the Council?"

[teambatgirl]

"People vanish? When we say vanish what exactly do we mean by that?" She asks as she follows him up the steps and into the building. The air inside has the familiar artificial coolness of air con far and away from the rich scent of the island outside. She takes a deep breath and keeps glancing around her as they walk through the building as she absorbs what he's saying. The people here were mostly adults, mostly white, mostly speaking English. The accommodations are definitely not cobbled together, so there was at least some sort of industry capacity.

"I should probably talk to Clark Kent...since he is such a reliable and knowledgeable Daily Planet reporter." She worries her lip for a moment and tries to plan her next move. If Superman is here, he'll know what's going on. Or maybe she should get some civvies first. "Right, let's do clothes first. And, I'm sorry, you're being so helpful and I didn't catch your name."

[highf]

"I'm probably not the best person to ask," he confides first, because it seems like the only reasonable thing to do. He shouldn't be getting her hopes or concerns up, not when it's already clear (if he can believe in her being as real as the Harry Potter characters walking around the island, the Broadway stars caught in the mindsets of their roles) that she's far more experienced than he is in assessing these types of risks and opportunities. But it's also hard not to share what amount of knowledge he does have, on the off-chance that it might help her. On the off-chance that she cares what he has to say. "But I think it's just... you know, they leave without a trace. Where they go to, no one's completely sure, but we do know that people who arrive later than the people on the island never seem to notice anyone missing back home. I have a couple of friends who've been on the island for months, supposedly, but I don't remember them missing a single day of school that they wouldn't have normally. Anyway."

While the last thing that he feels is helpful, Kurt doesn't like to abandon decorum if he can help it, so he holds out a hand and offers a weak smile. "I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel. And I'm rather glad you opted for clothes first, by the way; that happens to be my favorite part of the island, hands-down. Although not all people seem to have as much luck with our collection."

[teambatgirl]

"We can appear or disappear at random and there's time stuff so that no one's timelines line up." She lets that sink in for a few seconds just in case it's going to make more sense once she's thought it over. Nope. Pressing her lips together in a line she says very dryly. "This place sounds completely awesome with absolutely no drawbacks."

Despite the time space continuum conspiring to ruin her day, she offers a smile and shakes his hand. "Nice to meet you, Kurt. I'm Batgirl. And I'm judging from your reaction and outfit that I'm not going to wind up with a palm tree skirt and a coconut bra?"

[highf]

"At the very least, you could argue that this place is the closest that anyone's come to living in a socialist utopia," Kurt points out with a small quirk of his lips, wry to match her own. "Although I'm pretty sure the fact that we also have a partially self-restocking pantry takes away the true impact of that. With the bulk of our staples being provided without very much work, with the majority of our citizens able to focus on the work they like best, of course we're all willing to chip in. Anyway. You've hit it on the head. Random travel to and from, and horrible luck with timing."

He crosses his arms briefly after pulling his hand back from the shake, before then leading the both of them inside, heading for the basement. "Pleasure's all mine, though I do wish that I had an actual name, and not a title, to go off of," he remarks offhandedly. "Feels a little uneven otherwise. But no, we're not decking you out in Hawaiian tourist fare; you'll get over the novelty of tropical island pretty quickly, trust me."