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Who: Tim Drake and YOU
Where: All around the Kindergarten
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG-PG-13. There might be strong language
Summary: Tim is a huge Warlocks and Warriors fan, and this would be a lot more fun if he were not 3 feet tall.
The Story:

With a few events under his belt, it's no longer a huge surprise when the Mansion suddenly disappears, they're suddenly someplace new, and suddenly wearing different clothes. It's amazing how quickly something like that can become... maybe not commonplace, but also not exactly shocking either. The part that is shocking is the way things have changed. The setting isn't familiar to him--par for the course for Wonderland, really--but he certainly is familiar with the changes he seems to have undergone.

He looks down at his hands, then his feet, and takes note of how much closer to the ground he is than usual. Well, that's... cute. Okay, fine. So he's a halfling. And a... vigilante? Well, at least that makes sense, even if nothing else does.

He starts looking for familiar faces, and hopes that Kon is something ridiculous, too, or he's never going to hear the end of this.

[Tim will be looking for friends and helping people who need it, because... Of course he will. He is firmly in the Batman "We Don't Kill" school of vigilantism, so he will be avoiding doing any permanent damage to the gems he comes across.

Short jokes welcome, though not by him.]

Comments

this is like. the shortest starter ever, i'm sorry.

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From much, much higher up and a little behind Tim, there comes a bird call. It pauses, then comes again from somewhere right above Tim's head and a little to his right. And then--oh, look. It's a little red-breasted American robin landing right on his shoulder and chirping at him.

YOU MAGNIFICENT CREATURE

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While Tim is a city boy who may not have spent much time around actual robins, he still recognizes one when he hears and sees it, and the fact that it lands specifically on his shoulder indicates to him that this is probably one of his friends being ridiculous. Of course, in this shape, he can't tell which one. Probably one with a terrible sense of humor.

So really, it could be any of them.

He raises an eyebrow at the robin. "Can I help you?"

/bows

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The robin titters as if it's laughing, and when it hops off Tim's shoulder and transforms back into Kara (who, admittedly, looks a bit different than normal) she's giggling like mad.

"Oh, the look on your face was priceless." She wipes a finger under her eye. "I think the only thing that could've been better was if I could do that to Bruce." Because she would absolutely do that to Bruce if he were here.

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He tries to give her a dark look, but the effect is spoiled both by his height and the fact that he really is only fifteen, and dark looks are not his strong point yet. And also the fact that he's... kind of smiling a little.

"If you do that to him, I just want to be there to see it."

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Just give into the amusement, Tim, it'll make everything easier.

"Definitely," she says, "But you have to promise me you'll film it." Because that will annoy Bruce even more and it'll make everyone she sends that to (Dick, and Babs, and Lana, mainly) laugh. Which is really the whole point to being a giant troll to the Bat.

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"Is there really any point in something like that if it's not recorded for posterity?" He gives up on trying to be annoyed and just grins instead. It's kind of weird to be talking so casually with someone about pranking Bruce--it's not that it's never happened, but those conversations usually happen with Dick, and can sometimes be a little fraught, considering. It's nice, though. "I mean, sure, you'll always have your memories, but you can't show clips from those at the Justice League Annual Picnic."

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One thing Tim will quickly learn about Kara is that she is completely irreverent when it comes to the big heroes back home. Side-effect of having been trained by the Trinity and having a weird sort of bond with the Bat. She just gives no fucks.

"Ah, but if you record it every time you do something like that to annoy him, he'll get wise sooner." She holds up a finger with a grin. "Delaying the inevitable is a good thing, in this case."

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He snickers. "Not every time. Just when it's really good. Otherwise he'll know something's up whenever I get out a camera."

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Kara laughs, "Exactly."

Hands planted on her hips, she takes a look around at their strange surroundings. "Mind if I tag along wherever you were going for a while?"

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[Kon is a little ridiculous, but mostly it's in that he's ridiculously attractive. His eyes are still blue, but now they shine like sapphires, and his hair is a gleaming purple. It's possible he's glowing. Subtly.

When he sees Tim, he stares, then smirks.]

I thought halflings were supposed to be short. You don't look different from usual.

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[This is so incredibly unfair. Tim just glares at him.]

You're an asshole, you know that?

[cloned]

[Kon snickers at him and tugs up the hood of his black cloak. It doesn't have ear pieces, obviously, and his costume doesn't have a bat on it. Still, he looks alarmingly dark and brooding.]

No, I'm a rogue. Which I'm pretty sure is the Batman of this world.

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I'm pretty sure a vigilante would be the Batman of this world. [Pointed eyebrow raise.]

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You're too short to be Batman.

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[Tim turns toward him, raising an eyebrow.]

Kon, are you half Kryptonian right now?

[Without waiting for an answer, he throws a quick punch at his arm (8+4 initiative=12). It's not a hard punch. But it's still a punch.]

[cloned]

Hey! [He probably shouldn't be laughing so much, since Tim did just punch him, but it didn't really hurt.] Don't hurt me with your tiny fists!

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[He rolls his eyes.]

Jerk.

[oversight]

This will be John's first experience with extreme alteration, and by all rights, he's pretty freaked out by it. Aside from what the extremely spiky but strangely comfortable armor hides, he's faced with the inky skin of a dark elf, and bright white hair and eyes that he's gone lengths to hide under his hood.

Does he even look like himself? Would anyone recognize him? Perhaps now is a good time to find out. He approaches the halfling ( move silently: 14 (+6) = 20 ), doing all he can not to draw too much attention, as if the way of the rogue.

"This is something else." His voice is deeper, almost lyrical, although he can't quite figure out if that has something to do with the setting or something to do with this supposed game or something to do with whatever his race is supposed to be.

Blake glances around and assesses their surroundings ( knowledge local: 3 (+4) = 7 ) but notes nothing worth mentioning that wouldn't already be obvious.

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[Tim turns to the sound of the voice, a little surprised not to have heard the approach (perception 15). It takes him a moment to recognize Blake (wisdom 11(+1)=12), but eventually he does, and his obvious confusion fades to a smile.]

Welcome to Wonderland, right?

[oversight]

[ He snorts, something undignified, and when he shrugs he finds he's got a surprising range of motion for such study leather armor. It's certainly more comfortable than a bulletproof vest.

Seeing no reason to stand on ceremony, he drops his hood back and reveals the snow white hair and the white eyes that match, stark against his now dark skin. ]

This is probably what counts for this place's sense of humor, I suppose. How long's it usually last? A couple of days?

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[He nods his agreement.]

Give or take. I think occasionally it's lasted as long as a week or so, but that's not typical. [He gives him a sidelong look.] Ever play Warlocks and Warriors before?

[oversight]

[ It's not what it's called where he's come from, but it's easy enough to translate. He shakes his head and leans against one of the rock outcroppings. ]

Not really, no. A few schoolmates that played, but nothing I could ever get into.

[ He frowns and looks to the ground. ]

Is there an objective? Something we should be accomplishing?

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I hate to be the one to break this to you, but I am a giant geek. [Tim you are no kind of giant right now.] I used to run games back home.

[He glances around them.]

I'm not really sure yet. Probably. It would be a pretty badly run game if there wasn't an objective of some sort. [Pause.] Not that this is really a game? Probably? I hope?

[Because there are usually monsters involved.]

[oversight]

[ John's got no problem with giant geeks. It takes all kinds, right? And besides, their common thread, Bruce Wayne, is probably one of the biggest geeks around. He just somehow always makes it look extremely cool...

Fiddling with the pommel of his short sword where it's sheathed at his belt, Blake purses his lips and scrunches his face like he's smelling rotten eggs. ]

It would sure be nice if they would have given us the guide book if they're making us play. Isn't the whole point of this kind of thing, that there's a rule for everything? But I guess you're right, they're expecting we're not going treat it like a game, so maybe that's why.

[ Blake has yet to realize there's no rhyme or reason to anything Wonderland does. ]

Because you know someone would find a loophole.

[ He's not naming any names, but he is looking at you, Tim. A bit pointedly, at that. ]

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[Tim gives him a look that manages to be both innocent and really not.]

Someone find a way around the rules? Wouldn't that be cheating? How scandalous.

[He doesn't sound scandalized, and actually he's smirking a little.]

I feel like it would be easier if I could see my own character sheet, which is kind of... a bizarre thing to want, but this is kind of a bizarre situation.