Tim Drake: Cast23: Video

[redripoff]

Hello? He-hello? [He's not paying attention to the camera as he broadcasts, wandering lackadaisically around his room. Lifting bed spreads, searching pants pockets, flipping through papers. He picks up a knife that was lying on the desk, makes a foul face, and sets it back gingerly.] Anyone? Please, is--can anyone tell me what's happening?

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[faultlesscon]

[That's.... new.]

Is your head on straight, Tim?

[redripoff]

Straight as a razor's edge! And you are? [At this point, he's fairly convinced he's dreaming this, but all of these dream characters are so vivid. Each one he sees gets him more excited.]

asldkasjd how much of that art did you crop its gorgeous

[faultlesscon]

My name is- wait, what? [Don't mind if the scenery changes in the back of the feed; Alex is heading over to your room right now.]

Are you serious?

thirty pics. I'm a total whore for this chicks stuff. Though, seeing so much shows the flaws. ; c ;

[redripoff]

Wait, I didn't get your--oh! [He's actually right in the common room! Tim smiles for the new face, offering his hand.] Uh, good morning!

it's an adorable style but yeah APPRECIATE THE WHOLE, TENNY C'MON D:

[faultlesscon]

[Walking over to the other, it's a quick glance from the hand then the face, hand and back again. Fine, he'll humour you and shake that head.] ... Right.

Tim, you don't feel weird? Remember anything about this place?

[redripoff]

Actually, I feel fantastic aside from--well, this-- [A gesture to the fierce bruising just under the collar of his shirt.] --and my ribs hurt a little. I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?

[faultlesscon]

[. . . Yeah asking about that probably won't give any details considering the 'WHO ARE YOU' bit so. He'll step back, pinch the bridge of his nose before looking over] Alex Forbes.

Should get you a cold pack for that, if it's hurting. Come on. [Motion that way.]

[redripoff]

[He'll just follow. If a resident of this dreamscape can explain this to him, all the better. This guy seems like the most stable person he's seen thus far.] Alex, I heard a girl talking about people being followed--you know anything about that?

[faultlesscon]

[Stable? Oh Tim, you wouldn't be saying that if you were you and not... you.]

Followed? [A shake of the head as he pulls out a compress from his desk, then moves to toss it to the other.] Aside from the interns and the usual busybodies, I'm not sure what she was getting at. Who was she?

[redripoff]

She said her name was Starfire and that she was a superhero. [He smirks thinking about it, but the expression wipes off his face just before settling the compress against his neck.] Oh! Hey, do you have a mirror that I could use?

[faultlesscon]

[For the love of all that is good with the world, Alex isn't so sure about this. He nods, stands back up.]

There's one in the bathroom, back of the main room. [He takes in a breath.] She might've just been seeing things, that happens a lot here to be honest.

[redripoff]

[He's quick to proceed to the bathroom, but he calls to Alex even as he flips on the light and pulls down his collar to see the black and blue. Doesn't really look like anything, sort of handsy maybe--but he takes note of the shape. It'll probably disappear soon anyway.] What else happens a lot here?

[faultlesscon]

You should know, being that you've been here longer than me, I believe. [He stands in the doorway, tilts his head.]

What's the last thing you remember?

[redripoff]

[And there's the question again! It has to mean something. He'll think about it in a few minutes. The answer is practically recitation at this point:] I was talking with my girlfriend and trying to study for an exam, but I fell asleep on her and my textbook. Hey, does this look like anything to you?

[faultlesscon]

. . . You have a girlfriend? [RIGHT, let's pretend that doesn't matter at all and we're not a seventeen year-old boy.]

It's a bruise, isn't it? [Walking over now and examining, he lifts his own hand for size comparison.] Not sure what you did to deserve it, but it's definitely human-made. No memory of it at all?

[redripoff]

[Tugs at his collar a little more, just to make sure they're seeing the extent of the damage.] Nah...none at all. Creepy. Huh. [Picks the compress up off the counter, tucking it under his chin as he looks at Alex in the mirror.] Sorry--you said something about how long I was here?