capeandcowllogs | (no subject)

WHO: Dick (Robin) and OPEN to people at the Tower.
WHERE: Titans Tower.
WHEN: Backdated to last week? GO WITH THE FLOW! There is no timeline.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Dick was poisoned. He only spends time at the Tower for sad reasons.
FORMAT: Quicklog.

[He hadn't really been able to complain when Tim had dragged him to the Tower because he wasn't entirely there, yet.

His mind is back, now, and he feels both completely stupid and useless, and just plain annoyed that he told Tim he'd be staying there until there were no traces of toxin in his blood anymore.

He hadn't planned on really listening, but he'd tried standing up and fleeing subtly not that long ago, and he'd nearly fallen because of the wave of dizziness that had attacked him. He hadn't told Tim -- although this is the infirmary and there are probably cameras -- and he'd silently agreed to really stay in bed for at least a day. And then they'd see.

He really hates staying still and having someone else take care of him.]

(OOC: You can have your char know Dick is there because Tim told them, or have it be a surprise for them, either way work :>)

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[The only one expecting Dick to do anything beyond lie in bed and get better is Dick himself, but Tim can just about tell that that's what is going through Dick's mind right now - it's the same kind of guilt and need over being a burden, over not being able to help people, that he'd be feeling in the same circumstances.

They all would, really.

He comes over to sit next to Dick, offering over the DS.]

Could be better, too, huh? I figured you might be getting bored.

I'm stuck in bed, [he mumbles.] It could always be better.

[He's sounding a bit tired -- just like anyone who is recovering from anything. It's not real sleepiness, it's just his body shutting down a little to help him get better.

He certainly doesn't feel like sleeping.

He smiles a little, although it looks slightly forced.] Thanks. What games? [He pauses.] I'd half be expecting Pokémon but -- the games don't exist anymore, uh.

[But there's no way he'd be happy about having a healer come in and speed things up, huh?]

Actually, Nintendo decided to make a replacement for it. They had to make some changes - it's called Boxemon, for Box Monsters, because you keep the monsters in boxes instead of balls now. [He shrugs, OH JAPAN. ~~But really this was Sophie's idea.~~] There's that, Trauma Center, and Puzzle Quest.

[He's not physically hurt, it's about being poisoned. Do they even know if any healer in the city can deal with that?

And Tim shouldn't talk (think) about this: he was the one who had to be convinced to go get his spleen back!]

Wait, wait.

There is a replacement of Pokémon, it looks like Pokémon, and you bought this thing? [He can help a more honest smile from spreading on his lips.] Are all the designs the same?

[This could be a good opportunity to find that out!

And come on, it was just his spleen. Besides, that'll be all kinds of weird when he goes back home and forgets that he had it healed back.]

I... did end up buying it, yeah. [Not that he's a huge geek or anything oh wait. Dick should just be glad that he didn't end up with a Dungeons and Dragons game.]

I'm pretty sure they had to redesign them, but they stuck fairly close to the original designs in most cases. I mean, not that I've seen them all, I haven't played it that much.

[There are Dungeons and Dragons games on DS? Really? What the hell is this level of geekery.]

You haven't been playing much but you're lending it to me? [He smirks.] I feel special. [He puts the DS and the games on a small table by the bed and shifts a little in the bed.]

It's not as if you didn't have money to spare. No one's gonna talk about you buying DS games when the number of cars and bikes in here keeps going up.

[THERE SHOULD BE although some of the Dungeons and Dragons games released over the years... have been pretty awful.]

Just don't overwrite my saved game. [Of like... a million hours. It's not much for a geek.]

And hey, most of those vehicles are totally necessary. We need back-ups for the ones that crash. ... And it's not like collecting cars is a bad hobby.

[Dick raises an eyebrow because he was expecting "I haven't played it that much" to mean that Tim hadn't played it much. He's going to take a look at Tim's game for sure, now.]

I never said having a million cars was bad. [He raises a hand in the air in a 'not me! not me!' gesture.] The bikes are really awesome and I'm not complaining.

Just... you know. Saying that the game may be a waste of money a bit more, but who's going to care when so much money goes into other stuff.

[He's not sure he's making sense. He has to concentrate more than usual to make the sentences come out, actually, but he's not going to show it. He wouldn't go patrol tonight, but he wants out of the Tower soon.]