[open] i'll hold your hands

[mrsarcastic003]

Who: Tim Drake and You!
Where: Throughout the Mansion
When: Ewaymas!
Rating: PG
Summary: Tim is trying to stay away from the cookies, but he keeps accidentally eating them. And they keep making him cold.
The Story:

Tim has been trying to avoid the cookies that are all around the mansion in baskets like baited traps, but he can't… quite… stay away from them, despite not being very interested in cookies as a rule (unless they're Alfred's, but of course he's the exception to every rule). He's seen the effects that the cookie shave had on Georgia Mason and others, and he's not interested any of that for himself.

And yet.

Somehow he keeps catching himself about to eat one, without realizing what's happening. And then, of course, inevitably come the times where he doesn't manage to catch himself before eating one. Is he festive? Small? Musical? Hungry?

No. He's cold. Every time he fails to stop himself from eating a cookie, he's overtaken by a sudden chill, and unable to get warm.

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Library

[mrsarcastic003]

He doesn't make a habit of eating in the library--any library--so he hadn't been on guard against the cookies here. That was probably his first mistake. The second, of course, had been eating a cookie. Now he's wandering through the stacks, shivering, and working on a couple of research projects, stubbornly refusing to go hunt down a sweater or blanket. It will wear off soon.

[talesuntold]

Maggie spends a fair bit of time in the library, in hopes of fiction from other worlds. She grins at the sight of him, but it fades into concern when she sees how he's shivering.

"Tim, are you sick? You look like you ought to be in bed, not the library." At least, from what Maggie gathers of colds and flus based on classic movies. She's never had a fever herself.

[mrsarcastic003]

He shakes his head, a little more sharply than he would usually. Because he's trying not to let his teeth chatter. "I'm fine. Just... cold." He nods toward the traitorous basket of cookies sitting innocently on the end of one of the tables. "Magic food. It will wear off."

[talesuntold]

Maggie eyes him appraisingly, and then, "Unless you can tell me for certain it's going to wear off within the next ten minutes, let's go. Grab a movie on your way out of the library if you like, but I'm getting you blankets and something hot to drink."

She's stubborn, Tim. Don't push her.

[mrsarcastic003]

He wants to deny that he's cold at all, because he almost feels like admitting it will only encourage it, but... He's shivering. There's not much point in denying it. "I can't tell you that for sure. I have no idea how long this will last." Which is irritating. He sighs. "Horrifying Horrors sound all right to you?"

[scathefires]

Jason is - let's say he's taking a break from looking for a way out of Wonderland, it sounds less pathetic than giving up, and anyway, he doesn't give up, generally speaking, so what we're saying also has the benefit of being true. He's taken to hanging around the library to chill, because books are awesome and reading gives him something to do that isn't getting in pointless fights with the other residents or blowing up the hedge maze.

Today, he's got a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo to read through, and he's sitting at a table with his chair leaning back on two legs and his booted feet propped up on the table, crossed at the ankles. He glances up from the book when Tim wanders by, observing but not saying anything - yet.

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim's teeth are clenched to keep him from shivering so hard that they chatter and therefore disturb other patrons of the library. He spares a passing glance for the guy sitting and reading a brick disguised as a book--and then does a double-take.

That's Jason.

He's going to make a great impression.

"Hi."

[scathefires]

Even though Jason's looking at Tim - and he's fairly certain Tim is looking at him - Jason leaves his finger on the line he'd been reading on the open page and gives a quick glance around to one side, then the other. Yep, this kid sure does seem to be talking to him, though Jason can't reach for a reason why. Expression quizzical, he nods in acknowledgment to Tim's greeting.

"Hey."

Yep. Going great so far!!

[mrsarcastic003]

"We spoke earlier--over the network. It was a scintillating conversation regarding consents and the placement of tails on donkeys. I'm Tim. Tim Drake."

And he's a huge fan.

Kitchens

[mrsarcastic003]

He'd been hungry--and this will probably teach him to go anywhere hungry again when there are magical treats around, even to the kitchen. He's going to start carrying granola bars everywhere he goes. For now, though, he's making soup. Hopefully it will help. If not--at least he won't be hungry anymore.

[quickgenius]

Jesse spends a lot of time in the kitchen; magical cookies and a mansion made of gingerbread does not nutritious eating make. Especially when the magical cookies have equally magical side effects. So she putters and cooks and bakes everything as different from cookies as she can manage.

There was a bit of an accident with flour, and she’d ended up covered in the stuff. After cleaning up, and tucking what she’s made so far (five pies, two batches of her mom’s lasagne, chicken curry, and two pavlovas) away temporarily and quickly cleaning up her mess she sped off to her room to clean up and change before speeding back.

The orange gold lightning announcing her arrival as she comes to a halt, she blinks in surprise to see that someone had taken up residence in the kitchen. And he looked cold. “You all right?” she asks, followed by “you kind of don’t look all right.”

[mrsarcastic003]

The lightning surprises Tim almost as much as Jessie's entrance, and he turns sharply, half expecting to see Bart standing there, though not really surprised when he's not. He's pretty sure Bart would have announced his presence before just turning up in the kitchen. He's holding his hands over the steam from the soup as he answer. "Fine. Just a little cold."

It's definitely cold in here after all that baking, right?

Right.

[quickgenius]

The Jesse gives him as she's heading towards the fridge to get a plate of lasagne says that she isn't buying it for an instant. Sure, she runs a little hot, now that she's a speedster, but it's not like she wouldn't be able to tell if it was cold in the kitchen. "Cold-cold, or Wonderland-is-pulling-more-shit cold?"

She hasn't eaten a magical cookie herself yet, but her logic is still sound. Because it's Wonderland.

[mrsarcastic003]

He wants to argue, but.

He sighs. "Wonderland is pulling more shit cold," he admits. Personal experience or not, the logic is very sound. He's in a warm kitchen with the stove on, and he's shivering. Of course Wonderland is pulling more shit.

Elsewhere

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim can be found anywhere in the mansion, pretending that he's not actually very, very cold. He's annoyed with himself for eating the cookies, and irritable about being cold, and stubbornly refusing to admit that it's happening at all. Feel free to call him out on shivering and trying to warm himself up in perfectly comfortable rooms.

[cloned]

Kon lets himself into Tim's room, frowning.

"Dude, I could hear your teeth chattering from the other side of the mansion." Which is less impressive since Kon has superhearing, but still. "You okay?"

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim glances up from where he's sitting on his bed with his laptop. "You have super hearing," he says, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. "My teeth aren't chattering that much." He says through chattering teeth.

[cloned]

"You're a bat. For you to be reacting at all, it's gotta be pretty bad." He flops on the bed next to Tim, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up over Tim. And the laptop. "Are you sick or what?"

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim could just pull the blanket over his head and continue to work, but. That would probably be rude. He closes the laptop and sets it aside, remaining under the blanket himself and laying back next to Kon. Who is a furnace from their limited points of contact.

Asshole.

"I'm not sick. I ate a cookie."

[cisskabob]

Cissie knocks, but she doesn't wait for an answer before letting herself in, being careful not to drop anything. Her arms are loaded with blankets, an adorable ugly Hannukah sweater and a basket containing two thermoses, bowls and mugs.

"Knock, knock. Anybody home?"

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim glances up from his seat on his bed and takes inventory of what Cissie is holding before speaking. "Kon tattled on me, didn't he."

[cisskabob]

"A lady never reveals her sources," she says primly, extricating the sweater from her armloads of stuff, and tossing it to him. "Also you forget I have these things called eyes, and impressive powers of observation. You've been shivering for days, Tim. Put the sweater on, or I won't tell you what I've got in the thermoses."

Robin cave! Not nest. Shut up haters. Robins can live in caves!

[sonofab]

See, Damian would comment on your shivering and the annoying chattering of your teeth, if he wasn't currently and very intensely playing the violin and refusing to talk. His eyes widen when Drake walks into the cave and desperately wants to shout at him to GET OUT but that boy is doing his very very best not to open his mouth.

Surprisingly soft music if filling the cave and Damian closest his eyes, trying to remain focused on the task and not sing along with the rendition of silent night.

A+ Robin habitat, really

[mrsarcastic003]

Tim glances over--mildly surprised by Damian's musical contribution to the Cave's atmosphere, but not complaining. He takes a seat in one of the non-Bruce chairs (though neither of them have technically discussed that it's Bruce's chair) and opens the login screen, gritting his teeth to control the shivering.

"Nice music," he comments, conversationally.

[sonofab]

Damian opens his eyes to look at Drake but doesn't answer him. Instead, he watches over his instrument as the other teen takes a seat. His body looked tense. Did something happen? No, it wasn't that kind of tension.

Damian should know, he'd dun his fair share of annoying Drake back home and he knew the tension of anger in his predecessor quite well thank you. What was wrong? Pain? Damian frowned and got up to check for injury.

"Drake what's wrooong~" He sang out the moment he stopped playing the violent and slapped his hands over his mouth.