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[slingshots]

You'd think you'd get used to being jerked around universes, but it just never sets in right.

[ why, what a cool and laid-back sounding newcomer this is! well, she doesn't sound all that new, but the NV signal is definitely a different one than last time. ]

We're still on 2012, right? I'm hoping not. Music doesn't start sounding good 'til at least 2025.

[ encrypted to Sherlock Holmes: ]

You talked to the last me, right? 'Cuz that so wasn't me.

[ awkward... pause... ]

And... um, hi. Busy?

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voice;

[acclimatized]

Yeah, we're still on 2012. Hello again, Robin.

[ he can't tell you how relieved he is to hear from you again. ]

voice;

[slingshots]

Knew it was too much to hope for.

[ a beat ]

Redbird. ...And hi.

voice;

[acclimatized]

Redbird. Errr, sorry, you probably don't remember me. I'm Sherlock's flatmate.

[slingshots]

Sure I do. [ foggily, BUT IT'S GETTING CLEARER... ] Bad sweaters, right?

[acclimatized]

[ he sighs. why does everyone always criticize them? ]

Yeah, suppose that fits me to a T.

[slingshots]

[ aaannnndd SUDDENLY ENCRYPTED. it's easy to slip back into the secrecy she always kept up around here. all those rogues, man. ]

So what'd he do to earn the punch?

[ because of course she's visited Sherlock by now ]

[acclimatized]

[ ah. of course she'd find out about that. he clears his throat, sounding decidedly uneasy when he speaks. ]

Uhhh.. well, something got under my skin and he was sort of... there. In the way. It's a bit complicated.

[slingshots]

Uh huh.

[ just that. nothing else. but this is clearing a oh do tell me more silence, all full of expectancy.

someone has learned that sometimes people will feel awkward and start volunteering things if you stay quiet. ]

[acclimatized]

[ this is a cruel method. ]

You've seen him, right? What did he say?

[slingshots]

About this? I didn't ask.

[ which is either true or a calculated lie, depending on how their thread up there goes, EITHER WORKS. ]

[acclimatized]

We're still working through a few things.

[ if that's what you call trying to deal with watching your best friend hurl himself off a building. ]

I'm not going to do it again.

[slingshots]

You probably shouldn't make any promises. Some things're just necessary.

[acclimatized]

... Good point. [ he hums in accord. ] Guess I'll just need to find a different approach to shutting him up. He bit clean through his lip and he still kept talking.

[slingshots]

Maybe a gag.

[acclimatized]

[ sheer terror suddenly. ]

No one can see this conversation, right?

[slingshots]

One guy could've, but he's gone.

[ because of course she's totally and immediately up to date on the Bat-status, it's how the Bat-brood does]

[acclimatized]

Okay, good. Well not good, since he's... gone now. Er, sorry about that.

[slingshots]

S'okay. It's what places like these do.

[acclimatized]

I've noticed. Glad your back.

[ because john always wants the best for his bro. ]

[slingshots]

Yeah... me too, I think. Still working it out.