[Open] They say that a hero can save us

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Who: Tim Drake or Shaun Mason and YOU
Where: All over the Tower
When: October 7-9 (through the event)
Rating: PG-13, probably. Violence and strong language.
Summary:
The Story:

Tim had been at his computer with coffee and doing his usual perusal of the network when suddenly wakes up, not even remembering falling asleep, and nowhere he recognizes.

In his pajamas. With bare feet.

This is fine. This is all... fine. He gets up and dusts himself off and starts looking around. The first thing he finds is a staff, and he picks it up. It's not his, but it will do. Then, he starts looking for his friends.

[Tim will find Kon very soon, so it will be Junior World's Finest flying around here, but let us know if you want to encounter him solo or as part of a team-up!]

Shaun is also wearing pajamas and no shoes, and is extremely surprised to not be at his laptop, or anywhere near George. He stands and starts looking around. The firs thing he finds is a gun, and he checks to make sure that it's loaded before tucking it into his waistband at the small of his back. So it's going to be one of those events.

Fine. He can handle that. He just needs to find George and the rest of his people. Then everything will be fine. Just as soon as he's sure they're all safe.

[Shaun will find Jesse Wells very quickly, so once again, let us know if you want a solo or a team-up!]

[OOC: I'll put up starters for Tim and Shaun in the safe zone, but if you want to encounter them anywhere else just tag, and feel free to assume they're all over the place because they most assuredly will be.]

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Tim: Safe Zone

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Tim is actually a little surprised to... not see a whole bunch of monsters and stuff when they arrive through the access point. There have been enough of them until now that the lack is a welcome change. He starts looking around immediately for familiar face,s hoping others have found their own way to someplace safe. Especially if they're as ill-prepared as he had been when he'd woken up.

[kid_flash_found]

Surprisingly, Bart is in his uniform. Not because he sleeps in it, but because he had his ring, and honestly, he'd pulled it out of the secret compartment more for the boots than anything else, but being dressed gave a sense of being less vulnerable, false as that feeling seemed to be.

He was taking a breather between running the blocks one more time to try to get people to safety now that they'd found it. Wonderland may feed off their deaths, but it didn't mean they shouldn't try to stay alive as long as possible. When Tim arrived, he grinned, although there was clearly weariness behind it.

"Hey. I see you ran the gauntlet okay," he said.

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He grinned back. "We managed all right." He's tired, and definitely a little worse for wear, but he's in one piece, and he's fairly sure that's better than some of the others have fared, despite his and Kon's, and apparently Bart's efforts.

"Are we having fun yet?"

[kid_flash_found]

"Sorry, left all my popcorn in my other suit," Bart deadpanned. Because, really, Tim? You expected anything less?

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"Shame. I'm starving." ...Actually he wasn't, which was a little weird, considering everything he'd been up to. Huh.

[cisskabob]

“Tim!” Cissie spots him fairly quickly when he comes into the lobby, and rushes over to grab him in a hug. She’s barefoot, and her feet are pretty torn up, but it’s not high on her list of priorities at the moment and besides, she’s barely limping anyway. They’re all going through some kind of hell, and frankly, they all look it. “Are you okay?”

If she’s shaking a little, well. Maybe Tim won’t mention it.

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He notices all of it, but he doesn't comment on either the shaking or the limp. Instead, he hugs her back. He's not in the best shape of his life either, but he's fine enough for having been fighting monsters and so on in his pajamas.

"I'm fine. Kon had my back. Are you okay?"

[cisskabob]

She gives him an extra squeeze before letting go and pulling back to give him a look over. It's not that she doesn't trust him to tell the truth, but he has a history of minimizing his injuries. Still, he does seem to be mostly okay--at least as okay as she is, so she smiles.

"I'm fine. Aside from being stuck in pajamas until this over, but I guess I'm in good company. I'm glad you found Kon. He's okay too?"

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"They're very nice pajamas." He reaches over to tug on her shirt, smiling a little. "And yeah, he's fine. He should be around here somewhere, too." Should he tell Cissie that Kon is wandering around in his underwear? Probably. Is he going to? Definitely not.

Shaun: Safe Zone

[adaptiveimmunities]

Once upon a time, Shaun would probably have been thrilled to wander through a tower filled with monsters. But those were the days before George died, and when he was actually wearing all of his cameras to show the monsters to all the people back home. There have been a lot of changes to his life since then. He's not much of an Irwin these days, and he does not now, nor has he ever, worn cameras to bed.

So when he arrives at the safe zone, he's mostly relieved. And a little dismayed. But mostly relieved.

Mahir and George and later Shaun

[choosetruth]

[George is pacing anxiously, dressed in flannel pajama pants, socks, and one of Shaun's shirts. She has never been happier to have chosen not to sleep naked than she is right now, though next time, she thinks she's going to go for body armor. At least she has her gun. But her calls to Shaun keep not going through, and she is not okay.]

If that asshole's died again I'm gonna kill him.

[The arm of her shirt is torn off from an encounter before she got to the safe zone, and there's a bandage around her shoulder. She's cleaned up as best she can without any bleach, but she's still on edge from all the blood. They do not need a zombie outbreak right now.]

[fishandclips]

[Mahir sits on the ground, back against a wall, watching Georgia warily as she paces. He'd like to tell her to sit down, but the pacing is probably helping her. He glances at his device again, not surprised to find no message waiting for him.]

If we've made it here, I'm sure Shaun will make it as well. He's probably having the time of his life.

[His tone is dry, but he's actually fairly worried. Neither he nor Georgia made it here in one piece; they've both been wounded, and there's far too much blood... everywhere for his liking. But he knows Shaun must be doing his best to find Georgia, which hopefully means he's trying to stay alive.]

[choosetruth]

Yeah. The bastard would enjoy this.

[Except he doesn't know where George is, so he probably isn't enjoying this as much as he could be. She swallows hard and looks at her own phone again. Nothing.]

I don't understand why or how it separated us. We weren't asleep yet.

[That they were even in pajamas was impressive. And annoying.]

[fishandclips]

[Mahir reached up and scrubbed at his face, shoving his glasses out of the way to pinch the bridge of his nose. Letting his hands drop, he looks up at her wearily.]

Georgia. The place quite literally physically changed around us and dropped us in this hellhole. And you don't understand how it dropped us all in different places.

George and anyone else bc hi i'm threadjacking

[scoutsniper]

[ He doesn't spend a lot of time in the safe zone, because there are people trapped in the upper levels, and people to rescue and things to kill, or at least distract from killing other people.

Still, he finds himself here to get a short break, to listen, to find out where he should go next.

Right now, he's counting the ammunition he has left, and wiping some blood (his own, most likely) off them before he replaces them in his pistol's magazine, trying to keep his eyes and ears open. ]

[choosetruth]

[George is bleeding too, from her shoulder, though she's bandaged it as securely as she can given the circumstances. She's never been extremely fond of physical contact, but right now, she's being even more careful than usual not to get too close to anyone. Her blood is a hazard, and she doesn't have the tools she'd need to really be certain of safety. So she's keeping her distance.

She recognizes Frank from his lovely appearance on the network. She elbows Shaun and juts her chin over towards Frank. She misses her sunglasses right now. She enjoys it when no one can tell what direction she's looking.]

Hey look, it's Testosterone McMeathead.

[adaptiveimmunities]

[This isn't the first time Shaun has had cause to be grateful for his mysterious ability to fight off a live K-A infection, but he's definitely happy for it now, because it means that he's one of the few people that doesn't have to keep a distance from his friends, no matter how bloody they are. He's keeping his distance from the people who aren't from their world, because they probably don't share his party trick, but he doesn't need to stay away from George.

He glances over where George is indicating.]

Huh. He looks cheerful and friendly. Maybe we should say hi.

Shaun!

[quickgenius]

Jesse had gone to bed with the foolish assumption that it was just going to be completely unremarkable. But she was wrong. Oh so wrong. And waking up in an unfamiliar place in nothing but a tank top, over-sized hoodie (that used to belong to Cisco), and her underwear was NOT a pleasant awakening.

The Cheshire cat had warned them. She should have known better.

Barefoot, pantless, and unarmed. NOT the way she wanted to spend an event. But at least the unarmed part might be fixable. She wasn’t sure about the other two. And they weren’t the important part, anyway.

The first thing she needed to do was find her friends. The few she had left, in Wonderland. Make sure they were safe. That was the most important thing. So she took off, leaving a train of orange red lightning in her way, looking for familiar faces.

[adaptiveimmunities]

When Shaun woke up alone, in a strange place, in his pajamas, with no George anywhere in sight... He was kind of pissed. Finding a gun put him in a slightly better mood, but he'd be a lot happier if he could find George and his friends to make sure they're all right.

He saw the lightning, and it took until it was almost past him to register what it meant, but he's seen that before.

"Jesse!"

[quickgenius]

She stopped on a dime the moment she heard him call her name. Well, tried to. She was still working on things, including THAT thing, and stumbled a step or two as she spun towards the sound of his voice. There was no hiding the relief she felt, not with the way she grinned, at seeing him, suddenly giddy with the knowledge that he was okay. Right now, he was okay.

And now, so was she.

“Oh thank god. I was about to run the length of wherever the hell we are to find you.” Without hesitation. “And I really regret not going to bed in pants last night.” And without a knife or something tucked under her pillow or in a sheath in her pocket. As soon as this event was over she was going to build something resembling her dad’s pulse rifle.

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Shaun grinned back. "Pants are usually a plus when you wake up in a strange place with no weapons. Also guns, shoes, pants..." Jesse looked okay, but he had to ask anyway. They may have only just woken up here, but that doesn't mean anything in Wonderland. Anything could have happened already. "You okay?"

TIMOTHY JACKSON DRAKE

[cloned]

[Kon wasn't really worrying about the event. He can handle anything. He has superpowers. And if it's something he can't just punch in the face with superpowers, than he'll figure it out when the time comes. So he went to bed, totally comfortable and happy, just as he always did. Which is to say... naked.

What? He's more comfortable that way.

He wakes up not in his comfortable bed, but instead in a creepy hallway. He sits up, blinking around.

Well. Thoughtfully, underwear seem to have been provided. Boxer briefs with an S-shield on them.

He's still blinking at them when Tim comes around the corner.]

KON

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[When Tim rounds the corner and see's Kon, he's relieved. At first. And then he notices everything that Kon isn't wearing and his eyes jerk up to a point over Kon's head.]

Checking to make sure everything's still there?

[Why else would he be naked and holding his underwear instead of wearing them??]

[cloned]

[He was ASLEEP, Tim, jeeze give him a moment.]

Dude! Turn around!

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[He turns. Gratefully.]

It's not my fault you're standing naked in the middle of the room and holding your underwear!