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Okay, so now that we've pretty well determined this whole feeling like crap thing is kind of a club a lot of us are gonna need the t-shirts for-

[ Robin doesn't look so hot. But then who does right now? There's tiny beads of sweat balling up where he's just recently wiped them away from his hairline, there's this darkening blue that's ebbing in patches at his mouth. He looks pale, which isn't so shocking when you consider what else his body's going through right now. Normally he wouldn't even post to the network like this, but all things considered, well. ]

[ He plants a hand onto the mattress underneath him, edging himself a bit more upright. His face twinges like he might wince, but he holds it in. ]

This isn't gonna make a lot of sense to a whole lot of you, so sorry about that, but for the people it does, [ and he leans in a little meaningfully, pressing his sunglasses firmly up his nose, ] we have gotta get a better way to communicate. Look, I can make a filter, but I have to know what numbers I'm dealing with here. It's a big ship. And I've got twenty bucks on me missing a person or two who might be here and I just haven't tripped over yet.

So. Assemble, or whatever.

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Do we get super special friendship bracelets to tell us apart?

Yeah, sure, why not? Start braiding.

Man, you must look like crap, huh?

What? No way, I'm making Conner do it, you see how good he is with creative stuff.

Just got out of the shower and haven't made it to the whole shirt thing yet.

[Blatant lie? Yup.]

But you're the one with all the hair. You have the most practice here.

[ Okay, that- was quick, but you're still not getting points. ]

Okay, which takes- like a half a minute to pull one on? [ he's gonna count her bra in that too but saying bra out loud is difficult shut up ] Here, I can time you.

Because I wear my hair braided all the time.

Hey, I'm taking advantage of the whole home alone thing, thanks. How're you feeling?

You could have! Before. If I had hair that long, you can bet I'd braid it.

[ There's a barely veiled sigh there somewhere, but he'll let her have it for now. Maybe. ] In which case theoretically making this the- fourth most awkward conversation I've had in my life! [ He adjusts his glasses again, grinning. ] Depends. How do I look?

You'd look cute with little braided pigtails. But hey, I can come by later and let you braid it for me if you're so into the whole braiding thing now. What are friends for?

[Blatant lies, apparently. This is the worst feeling, but it's for his own good. He doesn't need to be worrying about more than he already is.]

Hey, don't tempt me, I can shoot this conversation right up to the top of that list.

[He knows how he looks, it's just another one of those ignore the problem types of questions. So she ignores the problem.]

Push your hair back and you'll look completely dashing.

You know, I think I'm just that bit of not attached enough to hop right onto that. Definitely not to grow my own. Sorry to disappoint.

[ And it's a good thing she doesn't say that reasoning aloud, because Robin is pretty dang sure that he knows what he should and shouldn't be worrying about. Zatanna's already holed up in here somewhere. They don't need any more people keeling over. ]

That was definitely not a double dare. It wasn't even a dare. There are some conversations you just don't want to outdo. Trust me.

[ what hey, get a mildly offended look ] What, cuz it doesn't look dashing now?

Sigh. Guess I'll just have to come down there so you can braid mine and not die of boredom.

[Or, you know, space cancer. Fun times all around.]

Oh man. Please tell me Bats explaining the birds and bees was first on that list.

[Biggest grin, but he can't see it. Why is he so adorable?] Mildly dashing. Get it out of your eyes and you'll be upgraded to definitely dashing.

"Assemble"?

I'm here anyway. Do you need a lift anywhere?

Red Robin here.

Forming a second club, then? You'll have an entire wardrobe full of "t-shirts," it seems.

[Oh, hey, Robin-bro. Roy would try to look happier to see you, but he's feeling kind of lousy as well... They can do the 'oh hey bro 'sup' thing later.]

Alright.

[the fact that Dick is looking the way he does makes Jason's stomach clench unpleasantly. kind of like he's been kicked in the chest, and the discomfort makes his gaze narrow and his temper whither even farther than it already has.

the video clicks on to a Jason in full regalia, helmet and all.]

Took the words right out of my mouth, birdboy.

[Robin you are usually a lot more subtle, but subtlety wouldn't be of much use at the moment, would it?]

Present, Robin. What is your condition. [~~Fussy mother hen leader powers activate~~. He is most certainly concerned.]

Would assemble, however currently bedridden. Keep me informed.
SH

You don't look yourself, Robin.

Yeah, you might buy me a whole five minutes of entertainment over here. [ That was being optimistic. Braids were hard and he was a boy. ]

[ Of course, the next bit has him pausing for at least five long seconds before his hands clasp very carefully over his face. He looks ill for very different reasons. ] Okay. There it is. That's it. There's a hypothetical conversation that sufficiently wins any fight there ever was or will be.

[ it was alfred with a book okay the first rule of fight club is you don't talk about alfred giving you a sex book ]

Gross. I don't know if anyone ever informed you, but Robin's a pretty cool guy. Pretty cool guys have their hair like this, y'know. Slicked back hair's for mathletes and private schools. [ His grin is small and a bit secret. ] Oops. Sorry. The latter's for blonde ponytails too, I guess.

Yeah, you know, like. Gather up and we'll figure this team stuff out once we're all teeming again. Teaming.

No, no, it's cool. I'm pretty sufficiently parked here. There's like three Doctor Watsons running around here, and they're all pretty professional about people leaving before they're supposed to? It's like Arthur Conan Doyle tripped all over the medbay.

[ - And this is totally lost on Conner, anyway. ] How sick are you this week so far?

[ Yep, you're getting a dorky bit of a salute here, don't mind him. ] Roger that.

Status? You sick this week too?

[ Well, that was- bizarre. And a voice he did not for a second recognize. ]

Well, hey, there's more useless things to throw around. A t-shirt's a t-shirt, at least. I could've been making pins.

[ Oh, whoa, wow, color him sufficiently surprised. His eyebrows climb up towards his hair. ]

Hey! [ which is probably a code signal for 'where have you been all my life ~~or at least here on this ship~~ you star' ]

[ And then, fondly, ] You don't look so hot. Status?

[ Yeah, there's- definitely an area he doesn't want to tap into. Which is ridiculously, considering it's his right here and right now and should probably be dealt with, but he's cool with ignoring it for whatever intents and purposes. ]

[ Besides, he's just a little secretly pleased this guy's even responding. ]

Yeah-huh. Next time you can beat me to the punch if you're quick enough, how about that? Status?

[ A ship this size, people showing up at random? Now with the Bubonic Space Plague running through the thing? Also considering this was the second person he'd yet to have even known was on the ship. Yeah. Subtlety wasn't really cutting it right now. ]

Aqualad! When did you- [ There's a combination surprise and relief that kind of bleeds into his expression, if inappropriately timed. ... Right, conditions, oh, this was awkward. ] Alive. Obviously. Still k-

[ Well, not so much kicking. He smiles tightly and nods once. ] Traumatic lumbar spinal cord injury. But healing. There's these things in our blood here, repairing it. They kinda don't know what to focus on this week.

Will... attempt to do so. Salma Hayek.

Seriously, who's this?

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[ Oh, and there's a voice that sends a crawling sensation up the back of his neck. Familiar but not all at once. Robin's feed picks up with audio just the same after a pause for him to collect himself. ]

Yeah. Sorry about that. You sound better, though. Full sentences and everything.

[Halfhearted smile.]

Long time no see, right? [He's been...around. ~~spying on assassins with cat masks and whatnot.~~ But really. Circumstances aside, he's really glad to see him.]

Pretty nauseated, but I'll manage.

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...Okay.

[Totally lost. He's gotten like, maybe half of what Robin just said.

He's also terribly sick, but he has never been sick before and Kryptonians do not get sick so he'll deal with it.]

I am fine.

That's a whole five minutes of not feeling like your brain is gonna explode from boredom, though. Totally worth it.

[Yes, perfect, get his mind off all this grown up stuff and embarrass him at the same time. It's fantastic, she would troll again.] Poor little birdy. We'll never speak of it again, I promise.

[Until she wants to drive him nuts again, of course.]

Hey, I like mathletes, thank you very much. Even if they do have a nasty habit of forcing me to take pictures on my first day of school. Super rude.

I'm peachy-keen.

[which he was. strangely unaffected by the disease. he could only assume it was because he'd died, because Dick had the same bat-training he did and he wasn't looking as pink as he normally did.]

Maybe we should get messenger pigeons.

[still weird to say 'we']

Quite.

A shame you're not feeling too well. I worry about you children, you know.

Yeah. I could tell that most when you were gassing everyone. It warms my heart, man. Thanks, by the way; I needed the excitement.

Whoa, really? [ you lucky son of a fuck ] There's a few other people who've shown up in the medbay who aren't affected for whatever reason. Think you're one of 'em?

[ Wow, actually that sounds like a pretty poop idea, Jason. ] And dude, those are extinct. Way to rub it in.

I'm not turning into a smurf so I think I'm in the clear.

[he waves one hand.] Whatever. You know what I mean.

Well aren't you positive I did it.

I dunno. [ His voice goes facetiously passive, a shrug heard in his words. ] If you believe the rumors.

[ Or years of experience. ]

Rumours are so very harsh.

I wonder how many of 'em are true?

You don't wanna know what they say about your underwear.

[ MATURE, Robin. Crane's eyeroll is immense as he simply disconnects.

Jerk. ]

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