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[Open] We're gonna have a good time!

Who: Tim Drake or Shaun Mason and YOU
Where: Oasis, Jungle, Pyramid
When: Past Lives Event!
Rating: PG-PG-13
Summary: Tim and Shaun throughout the event. Shaun is annoyed by the olde tyme weapons. Tim is just having a good time.
The Story:

[Shaun, throughout the event.]

Shaun is less upset by the occasional hallucination than he is by the fact that he’s wearing period clothes with no armor, and--worse--using a period weapon. It’s not that he doesn’t have an appreciation for early twentieth century firearms, because he does. But the accuracy rating isn’t really what he’s used to in the mid twenty-first century, and when there are zombies around, he prefers to have as much accuracy as possible.

Even if the zombies don’t actually seem to be trying to infect or eat anyone. In fact, they mostly seem like small, angry murderers, but that doesn’t stop Shaun from complaining about the situation. Loudly. A lot. In fact, while he’s clearly enjoying himself, the sound of him bitching about the situation is clear to anyone who comes anywhere near him. Day or night. Oasis, jungle, or pyramid.

“I’m just saying, this would be a lot easier with weapons that you can actually, you know. Aim. And hit what you’re aiming at.”

[Tim, throughout the event.]

It’s Tim’s first event, and so far, he doesn’t see what all the fuss is about. Yes, it’s unsettling waking up someplace new, and without any idea how he got there, but it’s not much different than waking up in Wonderland with no idea how he got there, and he can’t complain about the scenery. He discards the gun he’d woken up with almost immediately. He’s been Robin too long to be really comfortable using one, and he’d rather stick to his strengths.

He does miss his staff. A lot.

So he does the next best thing when he gets to the jungle, and gets himself a solid stick to use if he gets himself into trouble, using it as a walking stick in the meantime. As the event wears on, the visions of Gotham past get more and more disorienting, but he’s trying to ignore it. There are evil zombies to fend off with his stick.

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George rolls her eyes, though she definitely agrees. She just finds it necessary to roll her eyes at Shaun's complaining whenever she can. Especially when he's been doing nothing else since they've gotten here and she's not nearly caffeinated enough for this.

"And if we had cameras." Using old weapons in period clothing could get killer ratings, assuming the lack of body armor didn't make it just killer, but they don't even have that. They just have Shaun complaining. "At least you have coffee."

She doesn't think she's gone this long without coke since she was born.

"I miss my cameras so much. This would be amazing ratings back home." He sighs. He's been feeling a lot more like himself here in Wonderland, and that has meant enjoying doing dumb shit like using period weapons to shoot zombies. Things would be different if he were home, but he's not. He's here with George.

He takes a drink from the flash of coffee he's carrying with him. George in his head is complaining almost as much as George next to him is complaining, but this is all the caffeine they're going to get, so they're both going to have to deal.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

She very patiently waits until he finishes taking a sip before snagging it from him. If he's going to be an asshole, he's going to share. She takes a sip and swallows with a grimace.

"I will never understand why you like this."

Besides the caffeine, which even in this horribly subpar form is a relief.

"Because it's delicious. Don't hate." He gives her a sweet smile that shifts a little toward concern. "How are you feeling?" He know how much fun the desert sun isn't for her, even with the sunglasses and painkillers.

"I'll live." She takes another swallow of coffee, followed by another grimace, and hands him back the flask. But since it's just Shaun here, she adds, in a slightly softer voice. "...it hurts."

He winces, taking the flask back. "Is it worth going to lie down for a while--maybe with something over your eyes--until night time?" That would have to help a little bit, right? And it's the only think Shaun can think of, because it's not like they can go back to their room with its blackout curtains and black lights.

"I'm not a fucking invalid, Shaun." He doesn't deserve her snapping at him. He's just trying to help. But her head hurts and it's winding her up and Shaun might not deserve it, but he'll take it, and he'll understand.

And it would help. Except she'd be bored out of her mind and feeling like the weak and helpless maiden people of this particular era would probably expect and no. For the moment, at least, her pride is stronger than her pain.

Besides, there's no way she'd lie down without Shaun there to keep her safe and while she knows he'd do it, she also knows that despite how much he's complaining, he hasn't had this much fun in weeks. She's not gonna take that from him. Not while she can still manage the pain.

He just raises an eyebrow at the tone, but sure, if picking a fight with him will help her feel better, he can be game. "I just figured that the hottest part of the day was a good time to chill out for a bit, but if you want to press on into the jungle, we can do that." He gives her a sweet smile. "I bet there are lots of angry little zombies we can shoot there."

"The entire fucking day is the hottest fucking part." She takes a moment to rub her eyes under her sunglasses then gives Shaun a glare, daring him to say anything. They both know she's suffering. They also both know she's too stubborn to back down before it gets unbearable. And that, like everything here, it'll only get worse, but then it will end.

On the other hand, the jungle is, at least, more shady.

"There are only six bullets per magazine. Don't fucking waste them."

He gives her an indignant look. "George. When have I ever wasted bullets when it wasn't good for ratings?" He's letting the obvious headache ride for now, because he knows she's just going to insist that she's fine, but he's going to keep an eye on her. He doesn't have any trouble sitting on her to make her rest if he has to.

"Usually you're using weapons that shoot where you aim." She pushes past him into the cool dark of the jungle. It's still hot. But with the leafs blocking the sun, she immediately feels better. Her migraine's still there, but at least her eyes themselves aren't hurting.

"This would have been a great series back home." He shakes his head a little as he follows her into the jungle. "Not sure if I would have wanted to run it, though. I'm not actually suicidal."

"That's one of my favorite things about you." She makes fun of him for being suicidal all the time, especially on camera, but she knows how careful he really is. Looking suicidally stupid isn't the same as actually being it. "Someone has to have done something like it already. I mean, idiots still go after zombies with swords sometimes."

"And I so wish it were doable, because the cool factor is out of this world, but." He shakes his head as they make their way a little deeper into the jungle. "Even I'm not that suicidal."

Though. That's not actually a terrible idea for a final broadcast if he manages to survive taking out the people who killed George. Something to think about.

"At least these don't seem like they're our zombies." Which makes this not quite as suicidal as it could be. She'd still rather they had functioning guns and body armor, but they can work with what they've got.

He glances over at her with a quick grin. "So. You're saying things could be worse. I knew you were an optimist, deep down."

Rude. She glances over at him and raises an eyebrow. "Nah, it's only optimistic if I expect it won't reach worse."

That gets a laugh out of him. "Well. You never know. We might get lucky." Is 'lucky' more familiar zombies or not? Who knows?

"Lucky. Definitely the first word that comes to mind when I think of us." She gives him an amused look.

He snickers. The truth is they are kind of lucky. Their family may have been completely messed up, but at least they got each other out of it. And they have each other now, when they definitely shouldn't. So maybe they are lucky. But they have a hell of a lot of the other kind of luck, too.

"I knew you're agree with me."

She rolls her eyes under her glasses, still amused despite herself. "Let's go kill zombies, asshole." It's hard to think of them as lucky, considering she's dead and he's crazy. But it's hard to think of much that she'd actually change if she had the chance either.

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