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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.