[All kinds of backdated to Sunday.]

What the hell-- [Oh whoops, transmitting.]

[Private to Shego]

Any idea why my Item is telling me I'm your warden?

[Private to Sylar]

Are you all right? [Because his Item won't be telling him. :|]

So is there any chance the Admiral can supply us with egg whites? I think I 'm putting on weight, and it's definitely not muscle.

[Filtered to friends + Sylar, if you're unsure if you're on it just ask!]

Sorry I've been so quiet lately. It wasn't intentional. [Lol yes it was, but shhhh.]

[Private to Shego]

Do you want to have dinner in the CES later? [He feels a little bad about not being super involved or distracting since Kirk peaced.]

[Private to the Seventh Doctor]

How do you feel about tinkering on non-fatal weapons?

[Tim has been doing his damnedest to pretend everything's fine, and his damnedest is pretty good. Right now he's sitting at his desk, twirling something around his finger. It's his warden Item, his old school birdarang - which is just a stylized R shuriken. Don't ask how it works, just accept that it does. He's keeping it moving, though, so it's kind of hard to make out; anyone who was around him during the breach while he was particularly bored might remember that he twirled his gun around similarly.]

When I was in high school, one of my math teachers tried to teach us the quadratic equation to the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel. You know, [and here's that halfhearted tune:] X equals negative B, plus or minus the square root, of B square minus 4AC, all over 2A. [Vaguely apologetic smile.] It's stuck in my head. Who has some music around to share?

[Please be someone other than Steph. :| Also, Tim is talking about inane shit: something must be wrong.]

( Spam for Shego )

It looks like we're in the process of losing a lot of people - but at least this time it's for a good reason. I should've said congratulations when it really would have meant something, but, well. [He's been busy brooding. :|] It's always nice to see a graduation.

Does anyone play football? It's something I always wanted to do when [why does it sound like 'when I was a kid' would fit so well here] I was in high school, but I never really got around to it. If there's any interest, I'll ask the Admiral for a football. [And now he sounds thoughtful and kind of distant, like he isn't exactly thinking about this.] It's been years since I threw a football around.

[In fact, the last time he did was with his dad, not long before he died. The distance drops out of his voice, and there's some shifting on his end, like he's shaking himself.] Anyway. Let me know.

[Private to Shego]

...So, how much did we mean, in the CES?

[Private to Bailey]

I know none of it actually happened, but...I would really like to keep up those medical lessons.

[Private to the Admiral]

I'd like a football, please.

[Private to Dick]

[Added after this] I think I'm gonna go get a drink. Want to come?

[Warden Filter]

I'm bringing Bruce to the infirmary. It's just a barge coma; I couldn't find any sign of damage, and, well. He's a really light sleeper.

[A beat] Actually, I could use some help. Or one of those cool floating stretchers.

[Private to Cissie]

What happened, and where are you? [DIED? D:]

[Private to Steph]

I thought

Adam gave me some advice

Damn it--

[A while later:] Hey.

[Private to Shego]

Want to go for a run in the CES?

[Tim does not mean to turn on the video function. In fact, he wasn't planning on making this post till later, but he's lounging in bed, and there is a superdog that has decided the bed is his. Int he ensuing struggle, the video is turned on, and the screen is filled with a super nose. It pulls back enough to get a skewed video of Krypto while Tim practically wrestles the dog. And fails.]

Down, down you stupid - no, no, don't growl - don't look at me like that, you - good dog, good dog, now will you please just get off my bed? Off? Off. Down?

[This is when Krypto starts barking. Then starts howling.] Would you please shut the hell up? I know, I know, I miss him too, now you you just - woah!

[And that would be Tim falling off the bed in an attempt to push Krypto off. There's some shuffling, then a very loud sigh as Tim settles next to Krypto on t he bed, and picks up his device.] Fine, you win.

[He notices the recording light, and grimaces.] Sorry. [Off the feed clicks.]

[Private to Dick and Jason, separately]

[Ahaha awkward.] Did you talk to...some other me, during that last flood?

[Private to Bruce]

He isn't Batman yet. Don't take out your problems on him. [But he isn't chastising, not at all; he's telling Bruce to come to him instead.]

[Private to Shego]

So I met another, uh, me when the network was flooded. Saw you talked to that Pavi guy.

[Private to Cissie]

How's it going? [He wants to make sure she's okay with Conner taking off for a while. HE KNOWS HIS FRIENDS.]

[Private to Steph]

...Are we still not talking?

[Private to Patrick]

[Edited in a bit later:] What's going on with Jason?

[Very early this morning, the camera flips on in a very dark room. The communicator itself gives off enough glow to see by, though, and this is definitely not Tim's room. This is Shego's room. It looks like a rocky lair. The walls are rock. This alone would be very weird to wake up to. But there's more!

Tim, still off screen, makes a very surprised, then very strangled sound. He's covering his own mouth. And he doesn't realize quite yet that this is transmitting, only that it's recording. He's clearly siting up in bed, and laying next to him is Shego. (A fully clothed Shego because oh God there was no nookie last night at all no.)

The feed switces off, and a few minutes later it's back on; Tim realized it's posting to a network. He's speaking very, very quietly. Behind him, Shego's just sleeping away.]

Um. My parents are in Egypt right now...but if this is a kidnapping? I think I can contact them, if you'll just let me? My dad can pay....if that's what this is. [HE LOOKS AND SOUNDS SKEPTICAL.]

I've never been somewhere with closer correlations to a roller coaster before coming here. I fell asleep on a roller coaster, once. My girlfriend - at the time - was pretty furious with me. She didn't talk to me for the rest of the day. Kind of killed our day out.

All things considered? Sometimes I wish I could sleep through this ride. It better be a long time until we start the next steep climb.

[Private to Angelica]

Are you all right? I'm sorry if I, uh, really hurt you. [Yes, he's checking up on her. It's what he does. :c]

[Private to Bruce]

Sylar wants to talk, but he wants me there. You pick the time, he'll pick the place.

[Private to Shego]

I'm coming to see you. [NOT A QUESTION >|]

[Filtered to friends]

[He's biting back apologies. He blames himself in a big way for a lot of this stuff.] Everyone okay?

[Private to Seven]

How are you doing? [He figures that this having been Rex's fault has not left him a happy man.]

[Private to Sylar]

You all right?

[Edited in:] Bruce said Wednesday.

[Private to Tosh]

This is a lot later than I meant it to be, but things came up and...well. I figured out what the device does.

[Behold! Tim is capable of returning from a canon update without landing with a loud and resounding kerthunk on his floor. In fact, he is very comfortable sitting right here on his bed, device in hand.]

Hey. I'm back. [LIKE HE PROMISED. c: See guys, no reason to hate him forever.] What'd I miss?

[Private to Sylar]

Still mad at me?

[Private to Shego]

Got you something. Are you free, can I stop by?

[Private to Dick]

So am I eating these cookies on my own, or what?

[Private to Vince]

Please tell me you're not drunk.

[THE TIME HAS COME, THE WALRUS SAID. Tim is sitting on his bed, communicator in his hands, and there is a little smile on his face because despite everything, he is actually excited to make this post. Well, he's excited to make this post and leave, mostly.]

I need to head home for a few days. I don't know how much time I'll need there, but I'm hoping it won't be long, here. [He would blackmail the Admiral, if he could think of a way.] Some things have happened, apparently, and - well, there's something I need to take care of.

[He needs to go get a hug from daddy number two. :C]

[Private to Shego]

Any requests from Gotham?

[Private to friends - Cissie, Kirk, Dick, Kon, Molly, Wally, Steph, Martha, Seven, if you think you should be in here, come ask!]

My, uh - [He isn't sure what Kirk and Molly and Seven know about Bruce, so he's just. Leaving that bit out.] My dad's back, and he was the reason I'm here, so. [Pause pause he really wants to goooo.]

I'll be back. [And that look is for those of you with abandonment issues.] I promise. It shouldn't be long.

[Private to Sylar]

I'll do what I can to be back soon. What other wardens are you comfortable with?

[Private to Trip, added later]

You might want to check on Vince.

So, am I going to be lynched if I wish anyone a happy Valentine's Day, or is this a knock on wood deal?

[Private to the kitchen staff]

If it's not a problem, I'd like to use the kitchen between lunch and dinner; whenever there's free time. Promise to clean up.

[Private to Sylar]

Meet me in the kitchen at two.

[Private to Dick]

Did you gut Hoffman's room yet?

[Private to Shego]

Well, there isn't a flood, the couches are normal sized, and I'm pretty sure my action flicks haven't turned into anything super mushy, so I can freely say, without worry of outside influence, happy Valentine's Day.

How do you feel about pillow forts and peanut butter and jelly? [Because that is clearly the most romantic thing ever.] We can even steal a TV from the common room up here.

So Eddie's game made me realize that it's been a really long time since I've had areal computer system to mess with. I mean, my laptop might throw a fight if I take it apart one more time, and I didn't bring much else with me. [Translation? He misses the epic Bat computer and tinkering with the Batmobile and the crazy bat suits and vehicles of all variations.]

I'm not sure exactly what I'm asking for here, but given the fact that we've got androids, sentient programs, and all kinds of techie geniuses on board, I guess I'm just looking for something to do. I'd jump on the chance to learn about some alien gadgets. Or future ones. Or stuff from the twenty-first century that I've never had the opportunity to take apart and put back together.

[He's trying not to say 'I'm bored.'] So...any takers?

[Private to Cissie]

Hey. Can we talk?

[Private to Sylar]

You've been on the breakfast shift for most of the time you've been here. How are you at cooking dinner food?

[Private to Paddy and Iroh]

You guys still take care of the kitchen, right? I've got a question for you.

[Private to Shego]

How do you feel about going to the CES?

So now that the fun's passed...should we put the money we don't have on another flood in a week?

Don't worry. I'm knocking on wood and everything. [He doesn't sound particularly bitter, really. More along the lines of tired.]

[Private to Shego]

[He so doesn't know if they're talking about this, but.] So...guess it's too much to hope that you took a good look at specs for anything cool, huh?

[Private to the Seventh Doctor]

Think the Admiral's trying to tell us something?

[Private to Sylar]

Ready to talk?

So we should have, what, a week or so of quiet now? This cyclic thing is getting really old. Really, really fast.

[Private to Shego]

[So because I flailed at tags this didn't go up earlier so assume it's backdated a day or so. :|] Not still possessed, right?

[Private to Vince]

So. Hungover?

[Private to the Seventh Doctor]

So did the TARDIS come through all right? [i.e., you're still okay, right? :c]

[Private to Sherlock Holmes]

[This is his derpy attempt to fix things.] I think...we got off on the wrong foot. Did you come through all right?

[Private to Kirk]

Okay, first off - are you getting this message? And is Shego okay?

[Private to Seven]

Are you Would you mind if I hope Otherstide is going well. Happy holiday, Doctor.

[Private to Dick]

I think Tell me I'm being parano I'm so screw How do you feel about chess?

Guess this goes with the month's theme.

[Warden Filter]

I'm going to assume my time in zero will be Starting after port, unless something's decided otherwise.

[Private to Sylar]

All right. Anything you want to pick up? We should probably find a place to stay, first. ...And get some better winter wear than these sweaters.

[Private to Shego]

How do you feel about eggnog?

[Private to Kirk]

You're going, right? [i.e., Shego's going, right?]

[So Tim has spent the last day beating up the Joker, finding out his girlfriend let herself be killed, and antagonized dangerous people. His life is awesome. Which means dear God it sucks and he wants to beat a punching bag until it breaks. So.]

I fought with the Joker. Kill the witch hunt before it starts.

[Private to Dick]

Can we talk?

[Private to Kirk]

Do you know she let him kill her?

[Private to Martha]

...My nose is broken. Are you busy?

[Tim looks very serious, leaning to the grim side. But he's awake! Awake and frowning. Business as usual, then.]

I...missed a lot, I see. Is...[He trails off, then shakes his head and seems to shut off the feed. Nope, he'd rather have these talks in private.]

[Private to Shego]

I heard about what happened in the engine room. I'm sorry, I-- [Derp derp nope, changing his mind.] How are you feeling?

[Private to Sylar.]

At least I didn't disappear this time. I'm sorry; have you been all right?

[Private to the Admiral]

Block Stephanie's communications from Sylar's network access. Please. Never mind.

[Added later:] Restore Sylar's ability to shapeshift.

So how many weeks to we get between floods and ports? Think we're due for a dry spell, yet?

( All of those are notes slipped under doors for: Slade, Cissie, Steph, Shego, Isaac, and Nygma )