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[oversight]

[ While he's known for being pretty quick to assess a situation and pick up on what's going on, there hasn't hardly been time for that before Robin John Blake is addressing the network, a rather uneasy expression wrinkling his forehead, his whole being scrunched up while he tries to get used to using a video function that is nowhere near standard in his time and place. ]

Uh... Know this is gonna sound kinda weird, but— [ Believe it or not, John Blake, there isn't much you could say that the denizen of Wonderland would consider weird, but you go ahead and give it a try, buddy. ] Well... don't s'pose I'm dreamin', am I?

[ It feels like a good guess because he doesn't remember traveling, and he certainly doesn't remember leaving home, and since the last thing he'd done was attend a funeral, it could be a strange coincidence, a fabrication of his mind that's now semi-lucid, sitting here telling him how what he sees and feels can't be what's actually happening. People don't just appear in storybooks (and even if he did, it wouldn't be this celebrated tale). ]

Barrin' that, think I might be dead... [ It's mumbled in an off-hand way, as if maybe he's already considered it, but decided not to lead with that theory. Audible to the rest, even if he's quick to move on from saying it. ] But on the off chance I'm not either of those things, think someone could help me out figurin' what's goin' on here?

[ He likes to think a uniform would have added something to this request, but having just given up his badge for good, all he can do is address everyone as a regular guy — definitely not his first choice, since it usually does him no favors.

He looks like he's done, about to end the transmission, when something else occurs to him. ] —in person, if possible. Not really— Not really much of a fan of these things, not if I can help it.

[ He can't, not here, but he'll at least be content to try for a while. With luck, it won't even matter when he wakes up from all of this... ]

Be— [ A gesture over his shoulder. ] Gonna be outside for a while — out front. So... yeah.


[[ OOC: Video, audio, or action perfectly okay, just note. Will also match style. For starters, send a PM to this account or hit me up @ blakeroo on plurk. :) ]]

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[oversight]

[ He makes a mental note of her room and nods through the next part, somewhat curious about the unspoken things, but downright worried about the parts she didn't bother to leave out. ]

No, think I'd— [ A breath shudders slightly out as a sigh and he gestures that it's okay for them to move ahead. ] Don't get me wrong, I appreciate everything you're sayin' here. Much rather have the truth, trust me.

Why don't you tell me a little 'bout you? Is that—? D'you mind? It's not like I'm not appreciative, but...

[ John's a bit worried about hitting a point where he can't take anything else in — a bit worried about missing something important buried in all the little details. ]

[sorryitasedyou]

[ Yeah, the little white lies people tended to drop (herself included when it came to people she didn't think could handle everything up front) didn't help in the long run. People were gonna find out the nitty gritty eventually. She was past the point of sugar coating things to make it easier.

The request for information on herself is simple enough, considering she was expecting to have to replay the getting to know you game, even if this version was missing a lesson the birds and the bees to break the ice. ]

Sure, no - I get it. Name's Darcy Lewis, intern of Dr. Jane Foster who's an Astrophysicist and also my boss back home. I'm here with a bunch of other people from my world as well that I'm sure you'll have the pleasure of meeting at some point and that's a whole 'nother thing I don't wanna get into right now. Basics... back to basics... [ She leads them into the coffee shop, guiding him towards the counter as she slips behind it seamlessly. ] I was a Poli-Sci major before I needed six credits and apparently changed my whole life plan, I've tased a God and helped prevent dark elf asshats from trying to plunge the world into eternal darkness... And like I've said, I've been here just over three years, I've died officially twice, I've killed a mirror, I have two dogs that I inherited sort of, I no longer like long walks on the beach, and I have the ability to talk a lot.

[ And while she was talking, she'd already started preparing two orders of coffee including what he used to drink whenever he was here. She stops giving a sheepish smile before quietly hiding the half prepared drink. ] And I totally forgot to ask what you wanted. Sorry, kinda on autopilot. Happens when I talk.

[oversight]

[ John doesn't neglect to notice that she's gone about preparing two drinks. With all the time he spent around the coffee shops in Gotham, it only made sense he'd get into the rhythm of things. He gestures vaguely at the coffee machines. ]

Uhm, whatever you've got goin' there's fine.

[ Odds are pretty good she already knows what he likes. ]

What d'you mean, "died officially twice?" [ Blake's eyebrows knit together and he watches her work as curiosity gnaws gently at him. He has so many questions, but he can't ask them all at once — not if he wants to sleep tonight. ] There such a thing as dyin' unofficially?

[sorryitasedyou]

Yeah, I guess. I turned into a weird ghost that wasn't allowed to enjoy the pancakes at the end of the horrendous trip after being carried off by an eagle. Not sure if you ever played Oregon Trail, but that sure was thing here. It's okay though, I got back at Wonderland for it by having pancakes anyways and then throwing eagle plushies off the roof with a friend for revenge.

[ She continues the drink she'd pushed off, not bothering to change it up from he used to have because too late. Especially with the death talk. ]

When you "officially" die-- [ And she's gonna make one of those air quotes with the steamer cup for emphasis. ] --You're down for a certain number of days. Like, first death - one day. Second death, two days, and on and on. Until you hit five, then who knows. [ Her voice trails off at that as she places the mug in front of him and finishes up her own. ] This place is weird. Just when you think you've got something figured out, they throw a wrench into it.

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[ John captures up the coffee, takes a sip, tries to listen. But everything Darcy's saying sounds like a product of fiction. How can any of them die and come back? Maybe they're not living in the first place. It raises more questions than answers, and he's starting to get the feeling that's the way of things. ]

That's... a lot. All this is a lot.

[ And he's wishing the shock would just go away, but try as he might, his brain doesn't want to process all of this, normalize all of this. ]

Dunno how I did last time, but I don't think I'm doin' very well this time. Sounds like I owe you at least one. Maybe more, if what you've been sayin' is any indication.

I just— What do I even say?

[ Existential crisis, here he comes. ]

[sorryitasedyou]

Yeah, it can be pretty overwhelming at first... But you don't owe me anything, especially not if you're saying in conjunction with the deaths. The first one was so fast, I didn't have time to react and the second... That-- [ She clears her throat, the memory of her 2nd anniversary in Wonderland a rough one. ] C'mon let's -- [ She grabs a can of whipped cream from the small fridge behind the counter before gesturing with it to have him follow her behind the counter and into the back room. If he's gonna have an existential crisis, the least she can do is allow him some privacy for the breakdown. She'd help him however she could, but it wasn't like they were juts picking up where they left off. She can't just grab him and hold on until he's grounded again.

Alright, she was still a people person and to be fair, the last time they'd been alone together in the back room it had been her turn for an existential crisis. Turnabout was fair play.

Settling on the couch in the middle of the big room, she sets the can of whipped cream on the table in front of her, giving him a chance to peace if he really wanted to and have his moment in absolute privacy.

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[ He hasn't given up on her yet, and that's all a credit to her, because he's not sure he would have stuck with anyone else. Following her into the back, John takes a seat next to Darcy, thinks for a second, and then reaches out and uses the whipped cream on top of his drink. ]

At this point, is it wrong that I'm thinkin' I wished this whipped cream was alcoholic?

[ He's been trying to keep it light, but John's already wondering if he wouldn't feel better with half a dozen shots of alcohol plying his addled brain. ]

[sorryitasedyou]

No, it's not and yes, that's doable. Gimme a sec.

[ Getting up from her spot on the couch, she slips out of the back room for a moment so she can hit up the closet. It takes a few tries, but she eventually is successful, returning with alcoholic whipped cream. She hands the cold can over to him before turning to set the failed attempts on the counter. There's a carton of whipping cream, a container of ice cream, a small whip, and plushie cat with an ice cream cone. Needless to say, she'd been distracted when she'd been pulling everything out. ]

I'm sure there's a way to make it from scratch, but that's a whole lotta effort right now. [ Her brain can't do it. Maybe another time. ]

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More effort than it's worth, I think. This'll do, thanks.

[ And now he gets to gingerly slurp up the whipped cream he'd already put on his drink. It's tricky, but he mostly manages to keep it off his nose before adding a second helping, this time with the alcoholic whipped cream. ]

You sure know how to make a guy feel welcome. Dunno what I woulda done otherwise, but— [ He nods, impressed, a bit moved, somewhat gobsmacked by this whole experience. ] You know me well.

[sorryitasedyou]

[ She dismisses his words, knowing she'd have gone through more difficult efforts for him if he'd needed it. Getting alcoholic whipped cream with a few extra fails was nothing. Darcy's impressed when he keeps the whipped cream off his nose, grabbing the can after he's done to load hers up. She... isn't as smooth.

Knowing it's just gonna happen again when she drinks, she doesn't bother wiping away at it right away. Instead, she offers him a warm smile, whipped cream covered nose and all. ]

You'd have figured this place out. You're smart and pretty resilient. And yeah, I do, but I know how overwhelming it can be for people to know you and have memories of you with you not having a clue about them. [ This definitely isn't the first time she'd dealt with a returning resident. Hell, she should make up a separate pamphlet for it. ]