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WEEK ZERO: MINGLE
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Rise and shine, everyone! At 7:00 AM on the dot, those who are asleep will be roused from their slumber by the sound of a bugle call. It seems that breakfast is now served in the Mess Hall. How nice! It's up to you to decide if you want to continue sleeping or not... But maybe it's a good idea to grab a bite and explore your surroundings. After all, it looks like you'll be here for a little while. Regardless of what you do, be sure to check the weather before stepping outside. You never know when you might need an umbrella! Once you're up and at them, though, there are a few points of interest this week. If you swing by the Director's Office, you will find Black Shadows manning the receptionist's desk or flitting in and out of the rooms down the hallway. This week's tasks are now available, and you can check them out on the announcement board in the waiting room. Should you visit the Camp Shop, Purple Heart will be handling all transactions at the checkout counter. Even camp directors hold down normal jobs, you know. Strangely enough, Winter Wizard doesn't seem to be stationed at any set location. Maybe it's their week off? Oh, well. Seems like if you want to get ahold of them, you'll have to pay your respects to the bunnies. Finally, though all seems normal at first glance... You will quickly realize something is wrong the moment you start interacting with other people. Or, more specifically, once you come in physical contact with them. For the rest of the week, anyone who makes skin-to-skin (or whatever counts as skin, for the non-humans) contact with someone else will find themselves in a bit of a sticky situation. Whatever body parts touched will be stuck together for the next hour, with no way to separate them. Try not to create additional points of contact while trying to cheat your way out of this situation, yeah? That would be unpleasant, for each spot will last an entire hour. Good luck. |
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Of course he got you a black one. Couldn't help but keep with the aesthetic even with a pet. [ but he sounds fond. he leans forward a bit ] So I take it you like animals?
[ it's joke-y in tone, because obviously, but it's a subtle way to ask for other things damian might be into. because he does, genuinely, want to know, and while he's always been okay learning about most people through snooping (and even though he can't look into them himself, the profiles are right there), that's bruce's son. his brother, kinda. he wants to get to know him. it's why he sat here in the first place. ]
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[Damian eyes Dick's forward lean suspiciously, but playfully.] They are often much better company than people. They don't whine and complain. They're loyal. [They won't judge, or abandon you, he wants to say, and doesn't.
They won't find you lacking, they won't put a bounty on your head when you disappoint them.]
Stop beating around the bush, Grayson. I'm not an idiot. Ask what you want.
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I already told you earlier, I'd like to get to know you. I think we both know you can read a bunch of facts about someone, but that won't tell you everything important there is to know about them. I was just curious what else you might like.
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[And Dick may want to know these things organically, of course, but Damian already assumes most look to treat him like the monster in the cage he has set himself up to be.]
She stole his DNA, and she grew me in an artificial womb. And from the time I could walk and hold a sword, she trained me to be the heir to the League, and a host body for Grandfather. That's what you really want to know about me.
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so he doesn't quite react outwardly. that response, though...it kind of reminds him of artemis, a bit. it almost makes him smile. it's nostalgic. or maybe it's melancholy. ]
Alfred makes the best pancakes. [ it's what he starts off with, because it's what he actually wanted to know about damian. what kind of person he is. what kind of robin. ] But I said I wanted to know about you, not Talia, or Ra's, or the League. I'm not trying to vet you. B made you Robin. That's good enough for me.
[ so many of his friends have supervillain parents. it only stands to reason he'd have a brother with one ]
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His attempts at trying have pretty much dried up.]
I don't think you get it, Grayson. There isn't anything to know about me that you can't already figure out. The only thing I've ever known is training and killing. I was a weapon.
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[ but there's a pause as dick rakes a hand through his hair. there's something exhausted in his body language, but that's nothing to do with damian. it's been there for weeks. ]
If you think that's all there is to you, we can leave it at that-- for today. [ in case damian thinks that means dick agrees with it. ] But you were trying to fulfill a task, right? I'm pretty sure that requires both of us to share. So, go on. Ask me anything.
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You are require to divulge to me something about "the home you are missing." Unless our timelines are exceedingly different, most of what you will tell me, I will say it's exactly the same in my Gotham.
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he considers telling damian how his theory of just how much their timelines differ, but decides against it. ultimately, listing differences will just make him miss things from his side more. so instead, he huffs jokingly ]
Hey, you don't know that for sure. Maybe my Gotham has less smog and gargoyles.
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[IF NOT FOR THE LAWS OF THIS LAND.]
Stop dodging your end of the deal, and tell me about your Gotham so we can finish the task. [There is a short pause.] ...Is B there?
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Yeah. B's there. [ he wonders, a little, why that question, so he decides to expand on his own answer; ] I'm glad he'd gotten back from space before I wound up into these messes.
[ god, that had been a harrowing couple of months. if dick never has to hear the words alien invasion again it will be too soon. ]
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Why was he in space?
[Why WOULDN'T Bruce be in space, more like.]
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Ah, well... he was standing trial with the five more members of the League on Rimbor.
[ bruce wayne goes to space jail, a storyline ]
Luckily we got the evidence we needed to clear them before the sentencing was done.
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Of course he was. What was he standing trial for?
[FATHER...]
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Nearly six years ago, the entirety of the Justice League was taken over and mind controlled by Vandal Savage and some other associates. We managed to put a stop to that, obviously, but six leaguers had gone missing for over sixteen hours with no clue as to their whereabouts. We only learned earlier this year that Savage had sent them to a corner of space outside the Green Lantern corps sectors. The League rampaged on Rimbor for 16 hours, making them intergalactic criminals. They decided to stand trial to try and rescue both the League and Earth's reputation on that scale.
[ he looks back down at Damian with a little shrug ]
It was resolved as of about... two months ago now, I guess. Most of the League's heavy hitters were gone for about four months.
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[He guesses. When is anything ever really settled with all of them? Never. If it isn't one thing, it's another, and half the time, everything in the past comes right back to bite them in the ass.]
And? What else? Continue.
[About Gotham.]
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Didn't you say there wasn't anything new I could tell you?
[ but he keeps going immediately despite the tease; ]
Hmm. Well, right now, B, Alfred, Tim and Barbara should be holding down the fort easily enough. Gotham wasn't too affected by the Reach invasion, at least.
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That isn't very reassuring, Grayson.
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The invasion's over, Damian, it's fine. [ it's fine? what is an invasion dick doesn't know ]