Barbara Gordon (
bodilesswarrior) wrote2014-09-21 06:42 pm
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30 - Spam+Video
[Spam for Cass]
Barbara comes back to herself slowly. Comas aren't like sleep - they last too long, go too deep. She can't just snap back to awareness like she usually does. Her eyes are open, but the world is blurred and distant. Her senses are awake, but they register things that aren't there - damp stone and stale air and kevlar on her skin.
She's just coordinated enough to pull herself into her chair (made much easier, nowadays, with the telepathic circuits), and then she's going mostly on instinct. Check your parameters. Make sure the cave/tower/castle is safe.
The door opens with a wave of her hand, and she's intent on going through it.
Except, suddenly, she's got a lap full of Cassandra.
[Private to Iris]
[She still looks pretty bedraggled - her hair is a mess, and her cheeks are wan, and she needs to keep blinking the fuzz out of her vision.
But she's smiling, fervently warm.]
Miss me?
[Private to the Emperor]
[She waits a bit longer, for this - she wants to be more alert, more perceptive. She's still weary, but it's easier to focus, easier to act.]
How are you?
no subject
[She takes a few minutes, after she signs off, to do some quick
exercises - just get the blood pumping, get her more energized. Then she sets out towards the greenhouse.
Barbara breathes deep, as she enters. Even in Gotham, she wasn't often surrounded by nature; her place was in the bustling chaos of the inner city. She appreciates the tastes of it the Barge can give. (She still remembers the precious rarity of fresh fruit in No Man's Land, and the catalogue of flora in Dinah's head.)
She smiles, as she approaches him, worn and worried.]
no subject
...you're awake.
no subject
Yeah, I am. I'm here.
no subject
I'm losing my mind again.
[Something like the tone of a first grader reporting on his day, this time; perfunctory and yet prim. He pets his cat.]
no subject
no subject
It's not as though I'm a danger to myself or others.
I mean, I am, probably, but not because of that. And not with any sort of stakes.
Are we not waiting it out this time? Morgana's magic doesn't help.
[He can't remember what he tried last time, science-wise.]