{ That's probably a good angle for you to start at; given the idea and the background mutltiversallty. I don't think anyone else will have thought of it.
R.B.'s another semi-familiar from an unfamiliar world, too. His name is Kirk Langstrom, and he seems to be his world's Batman.
When you've got time later, I'll run you through the specs on his file, his Superman's, and their base. }
[ Of course, Barbara has wormed her way into the Tower of Justice's whole system. All it took was Bruce deciding to make one stupid move, and all hers became twice as long a game. ]
[Barbar- uh-- Batgirl wouldn't volunteer herself to anyone she didn't deem worthy, much less would she volunteer information if there was an inkling of suspicion but... Tim can say it. He doesn't care.
He's paranoid.
Maybe.
Sue him.]
What do I need to know about them? And how are we keeping Tim Drake a stranger from Batgirl?
[She could have roped him in without mentioning teammates. Unless...]
[ She hadn't quite meant that as an alterior motive, But there it comes up suddenly.
As though just reaching out to Tim at home. ]
{ Talis is less complicated than Talis' people are. They can get deeply territorial, and there wasn't almost an explosive dust-up between them and the original older version of Damian last year. Literally. They are deeply divided, but if one of them is endangered, they all come out as a single force.
Sound like anyone else we know? }
[ Is she avoiding that other one just for the breath of five more seconds? Maybe. But she's already balancing at least two possibilities for it, too. ]
Is this entanglement really what they need, though? To keep the mission objective at the forefront, not the backburner while territoriality squabbles for its share of undivided attention (or else, apparently, a Robin would go boom).
Is there even a choice?]
It sounds like keeping to strict business is the way to go.
[Which brings him to,] That'll be a lot on Tim Drake's hands. It could [it will] get messy.
There's a sigh out of her nose. Five seconds is only what it is. ]
{ I won't push for the other option. } [ Not yet at least. She can't quite make her mind believe she means at all. It's a snarled up tangle pulling back from the assumption she hadn't meant in the first place, the faux pax she hasn't made with anyone in their family from another world since the second Dick.
She doesn't know if what she wants to do is push. Or it's that she wants to push for the why, but that's definitely not the kind of thing she'd press over the comms here or at home. Some things deserve a more human touch. Real faces. Real voices. Of course, she wants to know. Of course, it grates. Of course, it turns into links in a too-long chain. But. Even more. It's a worry beyond Oracle and this mission. It's a thing bigger than his place, even if it's buried deeper. Especially in the silence of the wire. ]
{ Most of us have two different comms here for both faces hitting the network, too. But if you want to work with one—we'll figure that out, too. }
[Two (or more) comm links per face, versus two (or more) faces per comm.
Here Tim had thought (and hadn't bothered to clarify) that there was some way to hack the things. He'd figured he was maybe a touch too rusty to find out how.
He's not sure he knows how to feel about all of that trust in an already crooked A.I.
But fuck it, maybe he's gone and turned into a straight-up luddite. (Gross, no.)]
I know we're amassing points on this game show but I don't think I'll be spending mine on anything but the grand prize.
[Meaning,] who do you know that won't mind a comm from their stash missing?
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Also,]
user name: R.B. said they had background in hematology.
I'd get right on that.
Where I was, there was an unidentified component to the blood samples we managed to take of the people not native to the world.
Some animals and creatures also had the corrupted blood.
People or animals who didn't were less susceptible to the malicious magic of the place.
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R.B.'s another semi-familiar from an unfamiliar world, too.
His name is Kirk Langstrom, and he seems to be his world's Batman.
When you've got time later, I'll run you through the specs on his file, his Superman's, and their base. }
[ Of course, Barbara has wormed her way into the Tower of Justice's whole system. All it took was Bruce deciding to make one stupid move, and all hers became twice as long a game. ]
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[Barbar- uh-- Batgirl wouldn't volunteer herself to anyone she didn't deem worthy, much less would she volunteer information if there was an inkling of suspicion but... Tim can say it. He doesn't care.
He's paranoid.
Maybe.
Sue him.]
What do I need to know about them? And how are we keeping Tim Drake a stranger from Batgirl?
[She could have roped him in without mentioning teammates. Unless...]
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But there it comes up suddenly.
As though just reaching out to Tim at home. ]
{ Talis is less complicated than Talis' people are. They can get deeply territorial, and there wasn't almost an explosive dust-up between them and the original older version of Damian last year. Literally. They are deeply divided, but if one of them is endangered, they all come out as a single force.
Sound like anyone else we know? }
[ Is she avoiding that other one just for the breath of five more seconds? Maybe.
But she's already balancing at least two possibilities for it, too. ]
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Is this entanglement really what they need, though? To keep the mission objective at the forefront, not the backburner while territoriality squabbles for its share of undivided attention (or else, apparently, a Robin would go boom).
Is there even a choice?]
It sounds like keeping to strict business is the way to go.
[Which brings him to,] That'll be a lot on Tim Drake's hands. It could [it will] get messy.
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[ Or it always seems to become it. Eventually.
There's a sigh out of her nose. Five seconds is only what it is. ]
{ I won't push for the other option. } [ Not yet at least. She can't quite make her mind believe she means at all. It's a snarled up tangle pulling back from the assumption she hadn't meant in the first place, the faux pax she hasn't made with anyone in their family from another world since the second Dick.
She doesn't know if what she wants to do is push. Or it's that she wants to push for the why, but that's definitely not the kind of thing she'd press over the comms here or at home. Some things deserve a more human touch. Real faces. Real voices. Of course, she wants to know. Of course, it grates. Of course, it turns into links in a too-long chain. But. Even more. It's a worry beyond Oracle and this mission. It's a thing bigger than his place, even if it's buried deeper. Especially in the silence of the wire. ]
{ Most of us have two different comms here for both faces hitting the network, too.
But if you want to work with one—we'll figure that out, too. }
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Here Tim had thought (and hadn't bothered to clarify) that there was some way to hack the things. He'd figured he was maybe a touch too rusty to find out how.
He's not sure he knows how to feel about all of that trust in an already crooked A.I.
But fuck it, maybe he's gone and turned into a straight-up luddite. (Gross, no.)]
I know we're amassing points on this game show but I don't think I'll be spending mine on anything but the grand prize.
[Meaning,] who do you know that won't mind a comm from their stash missing?