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Room 213, Monday evening
After getting back into town, Dick's first stop was to the weapons locker, where he stashed a number of throwing stars with his bo staff. After that, it was a trip to his dorm room. Fortunately Ned and Digby weren't around at the moment. This was fortunate because Dick had a bunch of smoke pellets, a grapple, a spare rebreather, his good lockpicks ( Read more... ) -
Gotham City, Sunday evening
Dick had been enjoying the past couple days back in Gotham. He was pretty sure Bruce had scheduled a more aggressive crimefighting schedule than he normally would have just to make sure that he had some good memories before he spent most of the next year at school ( Read more... ) -
Grave Guinea Pig B-2, Tuesday evening
Dick closed the curtain to his alcove, pulled out his laptop, and began to write a message after accessing the Batcave's server.
( E-mail to Bruce Wayne ) -
Grave Guinea Pig B-2, Tuesday evening
Dick returned to his alcove after taunting a very fluffy bunny for a little bit. It was almost as if he was being watched, because the moment he sat down in bed his phone rang. After glancing at the caller ID, he hit 'talk.'
"Bruce," Dick greeted oh so very excitedly. ( Nailing this week's prompt. ) -
Grave Guinea Pig B-2, Sunday evening
If there was one thing Dick hadn't been doing much of since he'd gotten to Fandom, it was talking to Bruce. He'd e-mailed Alfred a bunch of times already, but aside from those uncomfortable few days when he had to go rescue Bruce from the Penguin (which hadn't really led to much talking about Fandom) and a phone call during the volcano apocalypse, ( Read more... ) -
Room 213, Monday morning
Dick woke up this morning in his bed holding a lamp. It wasn't what he expected after being eaten by a shark at his door yesterday, but he hadn't expected to be eaten by a shark at his door either so it all kind of worked out ( Read more... ) -
Room 213, Sunday afternoon
Dick looked around his room in mild frustration. When he came to Fandom, he did so without any weapons. No utility belt. Not even a grapple line. Now all he had was a bo staff in the weapon's locker and a relatively heavy dreamcatcher that could be used as a discus in a pinch ( Read more... ) -
Room 213, Tuesday afternoon
Dick was in his room, reading up a bit on the Caribbean when a parrot flew in through his window and landed on his shoulder. "Gah! Well, that was unexpected ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Availability
Just as a quick note, I probably won't be around much if at all during the next couple days. I'll be too deep in mourning over the untimely departure of my wisdom teeth from this world and will likely be taking some prescription painkillers to deal with their loss and that may make things like "focusing on playing," "not falling asleep," and " ( Read more... )