Knowhere IC

Hey Tim,

I thought you'd appreciate this.

And this.

message to: Dick Grason
message from: Jason Todd
text:

Babybird's birthday is coming up. You have any ideas? He's already arguing about me not cooking, but he's getting a damn cake if I have to harvest the cocoa and coffee beans myself.

I know it doesn't actually affect me in any material way if we sell crap coffee, but there's only so much I can do with this. I might head to Earth next time I've got a couple days off in a row. See what kind of supply chain I can source, remind myself what Britain looks like when it's not completely in the shitter.

As Bird-Boy and Dresden pointed out, ain't no American doin' his rightful job today. Shame on you, Cap. Looks like it's gonna hafta fall to Louisiana t' get 'de job done, if the New Yorker can't do it.

( Happy 'Merica Day )

Brits? Tea sucks.

I could really go for some Bat Burger right about now. Yes, I eat junk food. I just don't eat it all the time, unlike some people I could name. But my leg's sore, and I don't want to stand around in my kitchen long enough to cook. I swear that place has ruined me for fries from anywhere else. Those fries are probably the only reason it's still standing. Even the lowlifes respect the fries.

Hello Knowhere! Hi. Is this thing on?

Pleasure to meet you all. It's a lovely place you guys have here, is this the culmination of everyone's 'mind palace'? My what big eyes it's got.

Anyway, hi, I'm Spider-Man. I've been to space plenty, never lived here though... it's kind of like Star Trek meets Punisher's wet dream.

I like short walks on the beach, I've never read the first two Harry Potter books, I just watched the movies to catch up, I call it soda, and the dress was blue.

I think that answers all the important questions. Now, where are the Borg?

Thank you to the medical team who put me back together and got me up and running again.

I tried to leave the room tidy. Hopefully it won't be occupied again too soon.

Peter, I'll be back at work tomorrow.

Has someone misplaced their canine companion? It's been following me all evening. When I sit, it sits and waits.

It keeps following me. It's staring at me.

[The Doctor (12)]
Thank you for the ice cream and the movie. Not the singing. The singing was very loud. You are a very strange creature.

[Jason Todd]
Have you been cleared to leave the infirmary?

[Gamora]
I have
You are
What is going
Are you better?

Has anyone seen Cassie Sandsmark? She's not answering her phone.

Characters: Nebula (GotG canon) and Jason Todd (DC Comics AU)
When/Where: Now-ish, the med center
Rating: TBD

( It wasn't in Nebula's nature to concern herself with strangers. )

Characters: The Bats and Guests (DC AU Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake; SPN Canon Sam Winchester as oversized luggage; other characters to be added as needed)
When/Where: Passport Office, immediately after this
Ratings/Warnings: Character injury and swearing. Definitely swearing.

( The landing wasn't pretty. )

Hospital beds aren't big enough. Don't fit three brothers and two dogs. I demand to speak to management.

Right, so. A telepathic dog is a new one even to me.

Jean Grey is gone.

Is there a list of casualties?

Does anyone need anything?

[Private to Clark Kent]
How are you doing? How's your vision?

You'd both better come back in one piece.

I need someone to look after my dog and a couple personal items while we're uh.. out. Just in case.

It'd make me feel better. Please.

Being conscious is overrated, even though the healers here are a lot different then what I'm used to. Still not too sure how this works, not being helped by my head feeling kind of weird but hey I'll take it.

I really need my armor though, if I'm going to try that again. Or find someone who has a bow. Or magic. Kind of sucks sitting it out, but one does not argue with the healers.

Heard, saw, something about people tackling the big ones. Despite my luck landing me in the middle of whatever those things are, Maker smile on all of you.

Varric's never, ever, going to believe me. Or anyone else.