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nightlogs2023-09-02 08:03 pm
mostdangerousbird) wrote in nightlogs2023-09-02 08:03 pm
Closed to Kon
Who: Tim Drake and Kon-El
What: Tim is stressed and tiny, and probably needs to be protected from the elves.
Where: Random balcony of the workshop
When: Shortly after the fallout of Branch's attempted escape
Warnings/Notes: N/A
When everything is handled - when Branch is fully engaged with Dan and Stacia and Tim's gotten the nod to go - Tim will pick up the white fur coat and swing it on as he takes the long march out of the room and into the hallway.
And it's an exhausting trip. At this height? Ten feet is a football field, and there are scattered rugs which is like wading through an ankledeep cornfield. The coat doesn't help, dragging along behind him, but he wanted the warmth of it. Besides, if he can't trudge back to his communicator in one trip, he could twist it into a sleeping bag.
He's wasting so much time staying out of people's way. One person walking near by is enough to make him stumble - a yeti, he quickly learns, can put him on his ass at six feet away. Scurrying to and fro means that he's gone the equivalent of 2 kilometers in the 15 minutes since things settled down. He's beat, and his heart is going like a rabbits from all the jumping he's done every time the floor shakes.
No wonder Branch is so spooked by this place. It's overwhelming.
There's a footstool shoved under a table. Tim makes for it - seems like a good, protected place to sit for a bit.
What: Tim is stressed and tiny, and probably needs to be protected from the elves.
Where: Random balcony of the workshop
When: Shortly after the fallout of Branch's attempted escape
Warnings/Notes: N/A
When everything is handled - when Branch is fully engaged with Dan and Stacia and Tim's gotten the nod to go - Tim will pick up the white fur coat and swing it on as he takes the long march out of the room and into the hallway.
And it's an exhausting trip. At this height? Ten feet is a football field, and there are scattered rugs which is like wading through an ankledeep cornfield. The coat doesn't help, dragging along behind him, but he wanted the warmth of it. Besides, if he can't trudge back to his communicator in one trip, he could twist it into a sleeping bag.
He's wasting so much time staying out of people's way. One person walking near by is enough to make him stumble - a yeti, he quickly learns, can put him on his ass at six feet away. Scurrying to and fro means that he's gone the equivalent of 2 kilometers in the 15 minutes since things settled down. He's beat, and his heart is going like a rabbits from all the jumping he's done every time the floor shakes.
No wonder Branch is so spooked by this place. It's overwhelming.
There's a footstool shoved under a table. Tim makes for it - seems like a good, protected place to sit for a bit.
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There you are. I was getting worried I'd have to ask one of those yetis for one of those magnifying glasses old people use to read. Sucks not having my usual vision.
[That voice is a bit more booming when he's that big, but not intolerably so. He gently alights to his feet next to the table. To his credit, the ground barely shakes, but when he's not nailing one of those asphalt cracking three-point landings on purpose he's usually relatively light on the landings, a byproduct of flight coming so naturally to him and leaving him light on his feet.]
[He carefully crouches down and holds out a hand for Tim to climb in.]
Need a lift?
[While he waits for him to climb in his hand, he goes for one of many jokes to come.]
So what's your new superhero name gonna be? Tim Thumb is right there, but Timiny Cricket has a better ring to it.
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(He could ask for help, but he doesn’t want to immediately train people to think of Tiny Tim as helpless.)
But nothing has hit him as hard as seeing Kon standing in front of him like a damn midrise. He’s seven stories high, easy, and his voice is hitting more bass notes to Tim’s small ears. It’s like looking up at Paul Bunyan.
(No, there’s no wonder why Branch was scared. Tim would be terrified if he began at “normal” height.)
(But he’s safe.) ]
I’ll get you a pince-nez.
[ The hand offered is huge. Big enough that he just crawls on, rather than step up onto an unstable surface. Big enough that Tim can sit cross legged on his palm and have nothing sticking out.
Which he does, because keeping his center of gravity low will be important when Kon moves.
Bitty fingers knead at the broad palm. ]
You have no idea how tempting it is to give into adrenal fatigue and crash with the thenar eminence for a pillow. And you’ve got it mixed up. Tim Thumb and Timiny Cricket are new name options, but my nom de guerre will be Teeny Little Superguy.
[ He doesn’t sing, but he does hit the right notes. Joking about this is better than despair, although that’s coming. He’ll run out out of distractions and have nothing but his current predicament to focus on. ]
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[Kon doesn't take any risks here and Tim will feel the light tough of his TTK flowing over him to hold him into place and shield him from any of the hustle and bustle of the Pole. It shifts so it doesn't impinge Tim's movements.]
[He takes to the air to the ride is smoother, but stays low to avoid all the whirring flying toys.]
I figure until you turn back, we can put you somewhere on a shelf where I'm not likely to trip over you.
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[ Let him have this one. The shock of everything is catching up, where he'd been so focused on the situation before. Now he's anchored in Kon's hand, and Kon's talking about putting him on a shelf of all things.
(Okay, it makes sense but he hates the thought of being Rapunzeled for his own safety.)
(Doesn't really feel great to hear Kon echo some of Branch's fears, either.)
Tim refuses to let Kon bear the brunt of ensuring Tim's safety by flying forever just so Tim can have his feet on the ground, so... shelf it is. ]
Yeah. Until I turn back.
[ He doesn't even know how he shrank. Turning back? ... maybe he should go stick an entire limb in the finger trap. ]
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You're gonna turn back. We're in magic land with magic stuff where magic can change our powers. Our powers changed. Again. You're probably just pulling an Atom this time. It might take a little figuring out to control it.
[He lands outside the door of their room and comes in and puts Tim on the bedside table.]
Even if you can't figure it out, we're gonna get back home someday and we know multiple dudes that can grow and shrink stuff. Dr. Palmer or Dr. Choi will be able to figure out how to fix you.
[It really is a given, honestly.]
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He listlessly walks a few feet hither and thither, hearing but not fully believing the reassurance. Eventually, he sits on the corner of the table as if it’s a Gotham ledge, one leg dangling and the other bent and hugged to his chest. ]
You left off Karen.
[ Because what’s clearly important is that they list shrinking Titans. The minutiae (oh god) is a lot easier to deal with right now. They were in the last universe more than a year. Tim swallows the lump in his throat. ]
But you’re right. We just have to get home.
[ Whenever that happens. Until then, he’s stuck like this. If it wanting to be normal was enough to trigger a growth spurt, he wouldn’t be wearing this coat and sitting on display. ]
At least you didn’t get that warlock magic again. I can deal with this. And I don’t need a doll bed. I’ll curl up on a pillow.