entrancelogs | [open] And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

Who: Cissie King-Jones and YOU
Where: All around the ski lodge (inside and out), and out in the snow
When: Duration of the event
Rating: G? Will change if necessary
Summary: Come play in the snow, or drink hot chocolate in the lodge after Cissie's pelted you with snow.
The Story: Cissie's out and about, enjoying the snow and the lodge for the first two days of the event. Come chat by the fire with her, or get pelted by snowballs! Or try to teach her how to ski. Day 3 will find Cissie preoccupied with arguing with Tim and getting lost in the snow with Kon.

Day 1 and/or Day 2

Cissie is as thrilled as any of the younger citizens of Wonderland at the prospect of a trauma free snow-and-fun filled weekend. She can be found inside the ski lodge, spending some quality time warming up by the fires with hot chocolate (and extra marshmallows), reading or playing games, or otherwise being friendly and social. If she's not inside, she is outside highly invested in the snowball fights, or building snowmen. She'll give skiing a semi-successful try, and will never say no to some sledding. She'll get soaking wet, freezing cold and will love every silly second of it. She might actually even act her age!

[ooc: Feel free to tag into her thread in the snowball fight post, or create a thread here! I'll be posting some requested closed starters, but otherwise this is entirely OTA!]

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[Cissie doesn't say anything at first. She doesn't know what else to say, watching their faces, but eventually she has to reach up to wipe away tears so she can see. She drops her gaze and takes a shaky breath.

The silence gets to her, it feels like it's pressing in, closing in on her, so she just starts talking again, at a loss as to what else to do.]

It was all over the news. That's how I... [No. Nope. Not going there now.] They had two funerals for you, but they were both private, so I couldn't... [Okay, no, she can't go there either. She takes another deep, bracing breath.]

But you are back now. And so is Bart. [It doesn't really occur to her what she's just said, since she's just talking to fill the silence now. She turns to Tim.] Tim, you went away for a year, with Batman and Nightwing. Bruce Wayne adopted you when you came back.

Bart? He died too? [He steps away, pacing anxiously. This is a lot to take in. This is a fucking lot and Cissie wasn't at their funeral and clearly took it hard (of course she took it hard they died) and it's just...

It's a lot. Kon knew their lives were dangerous, but he still never really thought they'd die. Even after all that stuff with the other Titans. Even after Bart's knee.]

Oh my god.

[He feels like he's gonna hurl.]

[Tim feels--and looks--like he's about to be sick, too. He's known since he started being Robin how fragile this life can be--Jason was an excellent case study. But he's always felt like that was more for the mere mortals, like him. Not Bart. Not Kon. And not his family.

And as much as he wants to be mad at Cissie for not telling him more, he can't, because she just looks so broken about it. Kon and Bart are her friends, too, and she couldn't even go to the funerals, because of secret id nonsense. it's always seemed really important to him, but when it bumps up against the human cost of it, he has a hard time defending it.]

Shit. [Cissie can practically feel the blood drain from her face as she realizes what she just did. She feels pretty sick to her stomach too, seeing the way Kon and Tim are reacting. She would pretty much give anything to go back and stop this conversation before it started. There are reasons why she hasn't been telling them things, and those looks are... pretty much why. Never mind that she lived through it and thinking about it still hurts.]

...I'm sorry. That's not--I didn't mean to... [She sighs. It doesn't much matter what she meant, does it? She drops her eyes to the floor again, folding in on herself.]. Yeah. Bart too, for a while. He wasn't--gone--as long, but. [She shrugs, at a loss for what to say. They're both alive again, but it doesn't take away how much it hurt when they were gone.]

[Kon sits down hard on the bed.] We came back, though? Like... like Superman did? Do I... do I have to get a mullet?

[He's just kind of staring.]

[The question startles a half-laugh, half-sob from Tim. Of course. Of course that's what Kon would ask. Of all the absurd things.]

What? [Cissie gives the same kind of sob-laugh combination that Tim made and looks at Kon in surprise. She leans into his side briefly, bumping him and shaking her head.]

No! I mean yes, you're both back, but no, you don't have a mullet. Or a fade cut. And you're not bald, either.

Oh, good. [He forces himself to breathe.] This sucks.

[Understatement of the year. He wants to ask Cissie if there's more they should know, but there's a part of him that's a little afraid to at this point. What if there is more? What if it's worse?]

Yeah. It does. [Cissie lets out a long, slow exhale, pulling her knees up to wrap her arms around them and curl in on herself.]

I'm sorry. [There's not much else she can say. She doesn't know what to say. She wants to talk and tell them everything, and she doesn't want to say anything else at all. She wishes she could take it all back, and she wishes they'd never had this conversation at all. She knows they had to do this eventually, but she's afraid it's ruined everything.

And she has no idea how to navigate what happens next.]

[open] And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

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I'm sorry, Tim keeps not talking.

This is EXACTLY the behavior they were talking about, Timothy Jackson Drake-not-Wayne-yet!!

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