[Voice/Video]

[fortuna_lector]

[At first, you just hear a voice, with no image.]

Toto, I don't think we're in Gotham anymore.

[Then the camera turns on to reveal an attractive red-haired woman in a wheelchair. The green eyes behind her glasses are tired, but she manages a wry smile.]Whoever can hear me, I have a question to ask

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[Not here] 1/SPAM

[notwhelmed]

[Woah. She said Gotham.]

[Not here] 2/SPAM

[notwhelmed]

[That means she's from his universe. Or one of them. How many are there anyways?]

[Not here] 3/SPAM

[notwhelmed]

[Staring at the network feed for a second.]

[Not here] 4/SPAM

[notwhelmed]

[WAIT.

Be right back, getting up and making his way to where the new refugees arrive because he feels like he recognizes you.]

[Action] Done 8||||;;

[notwhelmed]

Did you say you're from...Gotham?

[Have a slightly out of breath and rather tiny (1)Dick Grayson right in front of you. What.]

[Action]

[fortuna_lector]

[For a few seconds, she just stares. Is she seeing things? It can't be. Shuts her eyes for a minute, opens them again. Nope, still there. As if this day hadn't been weird enough.]

... Dick?

[Action]

[notwhelmed]

[He holds his hand up as he catches his breath. But even then, he's just starting back for a minute.]

No way. Aren't you supposed to be like...only a few years older then me? You're.. You'r Barbara right? Go to Gotham Academy together Barbara.

[Action]

[fortuna_lector]

My friends call me Babs. [Because as hard as this is for her right now, she refuses to consider that they won't be friends.]

But we never went to school together.

[Action]

[notwhelmed]

We're friends though. I mean, you from where I am from yo-okay, I'm pretty sure you understood what I meant. I haven't called her Babs before though. [Oh gosh darn it. Discrepancies already?]

...You're her. Just different universe her. I really hate this ship again.

You...need help getting to your room? [Babs without being able to walk. He can't...WHY. 8C]

[Action]

[fortuna_lector]

We're friends where I'm from, too. [She smiles, though it's a little sad. At least that's one thing that hasn't changed.]

Does that happen here a lot?

I don't, but I wouldn't mind the company.

[Action]

[notwhelmed]

Oh. Well, that's cool.

Yeah. Bruce was a really old man. I'm meeting people who know me but they're older. Like you. It's really weird. Kind of tiring actually.

What room are you anyways? I can give you directions to it.

[Action]

[fortuna_lector]

But the version of you I know is older. [And it's complicated.]

[Well, that's interesting. Wait.] He was? What happened to him? [Please don't say he's dead. Not again.]

[She glances at the paper they gave her, though it's just for show. Of course she remembers.] Room 3-3.

[Action]

[notwhelmed]

I'm guessing that we're still about the same age in whatever timeline you're part of. Really, there needs to be less timelines or worlds or universes. This is probably making me more upset then set now.

He left. Probably wormholed. That's the fad for leaving this ship. [Does he sound slightly distressed. Of course not.] He probably got sent home though. We can never know for sure.

This is oddly not venient. [Why can't you just say convenient Robin?] I'm your roommate.

[Action]

[fortuna_lector]

Did you know about the multiverse before you got here? [Still checking similarities, though there are some things she's definitely not going to ask in public.]

It must have been recent. [She looks thoughtful; she has a lot of information to gather.] Were you told people went home when they leave?

[The reply is automatic] That's not a word.

[And at that, she just starts laughing. Of course. How could it be otherwise?] Then lead on, MacDuff.

[Action]

[notwhelmed]

Not at all. It was really weird when I first arrived here.

You aren't told, but the refugee list gets updated regularly. And, well, he makes sure that we know when he's gone. There's a lot of stuff to go through now. [And he's in charge of a company. What even.]

Everyone is a critique.

Our other roommate is pretty aster. She's younger then me and just as stubborn. [Going to start walking.] I hope you don't mind kittens.

[Action]

[fortuna_lector]

That's not quite what I meant. How do you know where they go when they leave? Did someone tell you they go home?

It must be strange without him. [She's not entirely sure how she feels about it herself.]

... And you're using that one incorrectly.

Is it just the three of us? [No problem; she can keep up.]

[she pauses, because there's no good way to really ask most anything she really wants to know.] ... How well did you know the version of me you went to school with?