Okay, okay, so technically they were supposed to be in the cabins now. She'd moved her stuff in! Really! But when you were out super-late running around in a caped costume, sharing living space with a bunch of other people and not so many walls became an Issue, as in "got suckered into signing up for a five-year subscription of ( Read more... )

All right, so it wasn't exactly safe out there, and it was wet. That didn't matter; this futuristic Tokyo reminded her of home. The warehouse district on the island was fine, most nights, but shooting a grapple line from the top of one skyscraper to swing to the rooftop of the next came with a rush (adrenaline and fear, both of them addicting in ( Read more... )

Stephanie knew the TV setup she had in her room was on the low end of the fancy tech scale, but she'd made do her whole life and didn't see anything wrong with doing it now ( Read more... )

The good thing about only having classes of the non-independent-study variety on Mondays was that all the rest of the week Stephanie could stay out really late, crash early in the morning, and then not have to worry about sleeping through her alarm and doing a credible impression of the Caritas zombies (sans the far too detachable everything) ( Read more... )

There were a lot of things about the weekend that Stephanie wasn't going to remember once she was actually awake and alert and possessed of a brain capable of functioning thought ( Read more... )

There was, Stephanie's internal monologue probably said in a melodramatically put-upon way, no rest for the weary; ever since getting back from Hawaii she'd been buried in homework, both the work for her online physiology class and a lot of stuff that Bruce had sent her to study up on ( Read more... )

Soooooo justwantsquiet's power is out, woe. She does have tiny phone internets, but, well. The battery would only last so long.

She sends her apologies for this and hopes she'll be able to get back on soon!

So, grappling from building to building under the cover of night again. She was making a weekly habit of this, if not nightly; staying in practice was important ( Read more... )

All right, so nearly a month off-duty before coming here had been too much, and not even the hectic back-and-forth of uprooting her life and getting settled in at this new school (the look on Tim's face when she'd told him she was going to boarding school had been priceless) could entirely curb her restlessness ( Read more... )

Robin's War Journal, Day Fifty-Eight
( It's a week and a half now since we tangled with stupid insect-named crazy-assassin psycho-villain . . . )