Tim Drake
17 December 2012 @ 01:24 pm
[The video clicks on as Tim is sitting back down, and he glances at the camera once before looking down. He doesn't look like he's rethinking this post - just like he's gathering his thoughts. When he's ready, he looks up again, ready to make eye contact with anyone watching.]

I'm about a month shy of being here for three years. I've had three inmates. Two of them graduated. [There's the tiniest flicker; David reminded him too much of Dodge, and neither of them got the chances they needed. But it passes quickly.] Luther's gone, now, and I sat down a few hours ago to figure out what my next deal should be for. And at some point I realized - I could be doing that again in a year. And a year after that. And maybe five years after that. I could still be playing negotiator with the Admiral when I'm thirty.

And I don't want to spend my life here. I don't want to finish growing up here.

I've made a lot of mistakes, and there are - so many things, people I could make deals for, here. I could change everything back home. I could leave here in fifteen years and be a teenager again in a completely new world. [And there's a dull light in his eyes as he looks into some middle distance, like he can see that world and it's good.]

But you know what? My life back home wasn't that bad. People there need me. Gotham needs me. [That is as close as he'll get to openly admitting that he's a masked vigilante.] And I would - give anything to see my dad again, but I know he'd be disappointed in me for wasting years here just for him. And I don't want to disappoint him.

[He ducks his head, smiling a little down at his lap.] I won't disappoint him.

So I'm leaving. [He looks back up, and the smile is a little sad, but it's confident. It might even be content.] Tonight. It's been...[He laughs quietly.] It's been real.

[Private to Dick]

Any chance you'll take Jinks? I think it'd be inhumane to take him with me.

[Note for Kon, left in his room]

I'll be gone by the time you're back, but I didn't want to leave you empty handed. I'm glad to have met you, even if you had to be here for it to happen. The formula for the serum's on the back of this, and I left a sample, just in case.

Take care of yourself. And take care of everyone else.


[Private to Jason]

You're still an asshole, but don't waste this. [He will probably not be replying, he still doesn't want to talk to you bro, you tried to kill him too many times. B(]

[Private to the Admiral]

I want to visit some people who have gone before I go back to Gotham. I'm sure you can make that happen.

(OOC: Open to all kinds of goodbye spam! And don't remove him yet, he'll be back. 8])
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Tim Drake
07 July 2012 @ 05:43 pm
So Claudia had this great idea a few weeks ago, and given the lightness of the mood around here lately...Well, we were thinking laser tag would be a great addition to the Barge. I've been messing around with laser weapons, and vests - it's a really basic transmit/receive system - and I might have a few almost finished prototypes.

Would anyone actually be interested in a game? [Slightly sheepish, he isn't sure if he's too old to be asking about laser tag, but laser tag is awesome so shut up doubts.] We could throw in elements of capture the flag, make it really involved. It would be a good way to spend some excess energy, I figure.

[Private to Claudia]

Hope you don't mind I spilled the beans, but I do have a prototype, if you want to take a look at it. It's still really basic. [I.e., feel free to upgrade it. 8)]

[Private to Dick]

Want to watch a movie?

[Private to Sara]

Hey, uh. This is a little awkward, but Dick mentioned running into you during port. Did he seem...himself?

[Private to Luther]

How do you feel about basketball?

[Open spam]

[Usually, Tim would just eat in his cabin. He had his whole apartment in there, and his kitchen tended to be better stocked than the Barge kitchen, especially when they were low on help and they ate sandwiches for days on end. Tim had gotten picky(er) about his food in the past few years, and day after day of ham sandwiches were not conducive to putting on spandex and kevlar and doing backflips.

So normally, he'd keep to his dining room, with his egg whites and his salads, but today he was tired of staring at the same walls, with no one there to eat with. So he headed out in the afternoon, pausing long enough to lock his door (which looked simple as a key in a lock, but really was much more complex than that because Tim is a paranoid weirdo) before heading down the corridor to the mess hall. There he got the dreaded, calorie consuming sandwich, and a soda. He hadn't had a Zesti in way too long, and what they had here wasn't an exact match, but it was close enough.

He picked a table closer to the center of the hall than he usually sat, but kept his back to the emptiest section, keeping the entrance in view. Old habits die hard.]
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Tim Drake
26 November 2011 @ 06:58 pm
[Private to friends]

I'm heading home to Gotham for a little while. don't worry; I'll be back. It shouldn't be too long. So if you want anything, yell.

[Private to Cissie]


[Private to Dick]

I'm working on a new costume design. And I don't really trust the Admiral to get me the right material, so I'm going to grab it when I'm home. [And I want your opinion the look but you have to ask. :c]

You can come with, you know. I mean, to your time, or mine if you wanted. Just to see I'm not lying. [It really is okay man. And then, on an entirely different note:]

How's life as a zookeeper?
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