[ when the video begins, cali is no less flamboyant than the day he arrived (naturally), though this time he has his long hair pulled into a messy ponytail, expression less potentially hostile than last time. in fact, for those that know him (which is like.. no one but jaye), he actually looks pretty pleased with himself.

he's also standing in the ship's bar, which as he pans the camera around, is looking.. pretty good. ]

All right, so while mosta' y'all were laid up in bed waitin' to feel better, I started cleanin' up an' sortin' out the bar, 'cause it was a goddamn mess. There's only one or two kindsa' booze right now, but whatever, it's good enough for now. You can all say 'thank you, Miss Cali'.

[ he turns it back to himself, lifting his index finger as if asking for a moment. ]

Speakin' of alcohol, anyone be interested in a little homemade wine an' moonshine an' beer an' the like? I have to say, after workin' for Dionysus, mine's prob'ly the best you're gonna' find on this fuckin' ship, but if you people're satisfied with what's already provided, I ain't gonna' make it for no reason.

[ faith looks exceedingly pleased with herself when she grins down at her communicator and keys it on. she also looks bruised up, but that's part of the fun. for once, the ever-present lighter is tucked away.

she holds up three fingers. ]

I got three basic needs.

[ down goes everything but the index finger. ]

Get some quality ass kicking time in, done. And Muscles said I wasn't gonna get to kill anything.

[ now she adds her middle finger, turned around so it's not quite a peace sign for your benefit wesley. (this is her playful face.) ]

Second thing? Food. I'm not talking whatever we got going down from the gardens, I run hot. Anybody wants to make a chick a burger, I'll make it worth your while.

[ ring finger, now, too. ]

Three's more of an audience participation deal. Plus, you know. Screwing. [ d e l i c a t e. ] I'd take a place to party first too, but whatever. Might as well cut out the middle man if nobody's got a finger in that pie yet.

[ ...yeah, that's about it. with a grin that's a little bit more predatory than friendly, faith out. ]

This is Red Robin-

[the video clicks on to the sound of chaos. howling screeches of manticores overlaid with the whistling sound of batarangs and the thunderclap of a gun going off. whoever has the camera is moving, scaling something to get to higher ground. the video trembles and shakes, and at one point focuses outward from a higher vantage point.

underneath the flickering lights of the science lab and under where Red Robin stands are two figures fighting side by side. they have their backs to one another, but they can be recognized as the Red Hood and Batgirl. the former has both guns out, turning on a dime to fire two shots clean into the face of a manticore racing toward them. it skids, but it’s momentum can’t stop despite being dead on it’s feet and Jason turns it over his arm, sending it skidding into the corpse of another beast.]

The science lab is starting to lose power- [Off screen his head turns, a glance towards the exit behind them. They’re running out of time. Something he keeps trying to remind his counterparts, and something they keep. Ignoring.]

Come on you ugly fuckers! [Jason kicks off the ground into a back handspring to make Dick Grayson proud, landing next to Steph and turning to fire a round off into a manticore that had been making it’s way to her off her flank]

[She smiles at him, a bit breathless] Thanks for the save. You saw that thing through the bucket on your head?

This bucket is what keeps me beautiful, princess.

I think that one’s broken. Might need to trade it in for a newer model. [She so totally went there, Jason.]

Watch out!

[Steph flung her last batarang past Jason's head and into the neck of another oncoming manticore. She took up her bo staff in both hands and ran at the thing, pulling back and striking the pointed metal protruding from its neck to drive it in deeper before bringing the staff up and slamming it down into its skull.

Non-lethal was the way of the bat-kid, but sometimes there just isn't a choice. Typically, they aren't stuck fighting creepy monsters in an even creepier lab with creepy stuff going on! The lights flicker out for a few seconds before struggling back on.]

We’re running out of time! Tell them to get the hell out of here!

[Yeah, tell him something he doesn’t know, thanks Jason. Tim’s jaw clenches. He’s been doing this on his own for too long, and they’re plenty of things, the three of them, but a team isn’t one of them. He’s already moving and the camera swings with the descent, feet nearly soundless when they hit the floor.] Room’s clear, we’ve gotta go now.

[And it’s that moment that the weak hum of electricity fades and the lights power down entirely, swallowing the room in darkness. A shriek cuts through the black, but this one sounds human.]

St-

[Static.]



[ooc: Tim, Steph, Jason. every response will be met with a static feedback. none of them will be returning from the science lab, and no bodies will be recovered.]