Tim Drake
10 July 2010 @ 02:51 pm
It's a gas. It's - it's fear gas. Crane's fear gas. It's from Gotham, it-- [He breaks off, silent for a few seconds - dealing with his own hallucinations. Skeletal Batman? Check. There are sounds of movement, Tim stumbling around his room and looking for his costume.]

I have an antidote. I need -the lab, or the infirmary. I can make more. I need--

[There's another pause, because he's busy stabbing himself with that antidote.] Cissie, where are you? Martha? Sylar - Sylar, where are you? [He's a little terrified that Sylar will get gassed and use his powers.]
 
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Tim Drake
09 July 2010 @ 06:14 pm
[Filtered to the infirmary staff]

Has anyone noticed a white coat go missing? If you don't mind, check now.
 
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Tim Drake
03 July 2010 @ 01:40 am
[Tim has had quite a few painkillers. Later, he'll miss having his injuries treated in a cave, where he can't make a stoned fool of himself. He's still in the infirmary, so spam is totally a possibility here.] God, my cheek is killing me. [Probably because you keep touching it, Tim. He's gingerly rubbing that fractured cheekbone.]

So those, uh. Uhhh the animals. That stopped? Back to normal and everything, right? What the hell was that about? I mean. I mean, man am I glad I didn't turn into something. [And he's going to dissolve into snickering for a moment before he realizes that hurts, too. His free hand is holding his ribs.]

Wilson! What the hell was that? Do you have any, I mean any idea how much you weighed?

A lot. If you didn't.

...Who helped me when I came back? I don't think I know you. Her. You.

[And now Tim futzes with the computer a bit, which shakes the camera around some until he can obsessively feed his paranoia by making sure all his private notes are actually private.]

Privates to: Murphy, Nygma, Cissie, Shego, Crane, Ruby, Joker, and Sylar )
 
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Tim Drake
16 May 2010 @ 01:40 pm
[Tim sits in front of the camera, looking pensive. He's leaning back in his chair, one hand propping up his chin.] Nobody knows who they are, where they came from, or how they got here. No one remembers booking a cruise. None of the staff are helpful, and...I'm having trouble remembering what they look like.

[He pauses, moving his mouse around and staring at his screen - his attention is just under the camera lens. He frowns, and then rubs his face.]

Has anyone spoken to the captain? ...Does anyone know where his cabin is? Or, uh...how to get there?

[Another long pause; he's staring at his computer screen again, this time surprised.] Uh, okay, I've got a couple pictures here, and, uh...hang on.

[Tim just found pictures of the Teen Titans, one of the hero teams he was on back in the good old days. But everyone's in costume, so he isn't going to up and show the picture.]

Is there, uh...okay, a big guy with short black hair on board? And I mean big like...barn big, huge muscles. Or a smaller guy, reddish hair, kind long and floppy? Um...and a girl. Blond? Uh-- [He blushes a little] Pretty? ...She has a red headband, but I don't know if that'd be, uh, relevant...

Since no one has names, I think, uh - you can call me Rob.
 
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Tim Drake
17 January 2010 @ 11:11 pm
Hey. I figured it was time to introduce myself - I'm Tim. I'm a new warden here, I guess.

Uh, I've been reading some past entries, and - what the hell happened, here? There are at least twenty different people offering apologies some more hysterically than others. Kind of a bizarre coincidence.
 
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