DESTINATION: irides

The phone is really nice, that much I will give them. But as nice as this whole setting is I'd like to get back. Otherwise Batman is gonna be pissed.

And trust me on this: you don't want to get Batman pissed at you.

Robin, out.

[So.

Since Tim was in his Robin costume when he crossed a portal to his place as he patrolled Gotham, like hell he was going to give away his secret identity. He came in here as Robin, he will leave as Robin.

You get +1 little caped sidekick paroling the city.

Luckily they left him his utility belt so he can easily swing around. The problem, though? This city isn't nearly as dark as his home city, so it's way easier for somebody to spot him...]

[There is a girl wandering around the Old Town with a look of interest. She had only arrived this morning. She has with her a bag of papers, the brochures and information provided by the Department of Integration. She's already read it twice, memorized every word, but she hasn't found an appropriate place to burn the records.

She stands still, watching anyone who walks by, trying to learn through observation. What should she do here? What is her mission? She doesn't have anyone here to tell her.]

[text]

Information acquired. Mission parameters unknown. Are there X-men here? I cannot recognize any scents. Information on other world-travelers would be useful.

[There is a full minute in between that text and the one that follows after it.]

and appreciated.

[ It had been hours since he arrived in this stupid city and met that stupid whatever it was called and he was hungry and lost and, damn it. What about Master Van!

So of course Luke does the only natural thing he can do. He sits cross legged in the middle of the street and props his chin up on an elbow to think. Or scowl because he's definitely scowling at whoever even attempts to get close to him.

Mumbling... ] Stupid place. Why can't you just let me go home! And who was that anyway, attacking Master Van. Hah! As if she stood a chance...

[ gurgle ]

Oh, man... I'm really starting to get hungry. I wonder what's for lunch... [ side eying the nearest street. Which way to the kitchen? ]

[ The Department of Integration stands at the crest of a hill in the Commons area of town. Outside, a beautiful half-circle building with tinted glass panels and a large neatly-chiseled sign welcoming all new Irides residents with a wide sidewalk leading up to it and a lovely park to its immediate left, where most days many people sit at benches or sprawl out on the cool grass to pour over the information about their new home or fill out the paperwork necessary to begin their new lives. It's an inviting place, with plenty of sun and more than enough shade; with picnic benches and palm trees and today, a pleasant breeze.

Inside, the lobby is cool and welcoming, with actual potted palm trees and smooth stone tile or tasteful taupe carpet and friendly smiles everywhere as employees are quick to recognize 'that look' and herd you off to meet with an adviser. Here is where you will be gently told the facts of Iridesian life, and given your Smartphone, your new address complete with keys (which come with a tiny appropriate animal keychain), and a job assignment -- as soon as you've finished filling out your documentation papers, of course. ]