TLV 2 - Video

[bodilesswarrior]

[A young Barbara, thirteen at most, is sitting in her wheelchair - but her legs are drawn up onto the seat, one arms wrapped around them. She has the look of a child who's keenly uncertain and doing their best to ignore it.]

Does anyone know whose chair this is? [She'd been drawn to it, and it feels oddly comfortable to sit in, but it can't be hers.]

Or what that turbulence was earlier? [Maybe that could explain all of the weird stuff in her room. Well, it feels like her room, anyway, and she'd made sure to check the door just in case.]

((I'll be tagging with flawedgem!))

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[peektuttut]

[Kill him now. :c]

It's a special chair for someone who isn't here right now. She'll need it when she comes back.

The turbulence was...nothing to worry about. [Explaining floodswon't help much right now will it B|]

My name's Tim. What's yours? [Better not to scare her right :v]

[flawedgem]

[Barbara gives him a flat look, entirely too intense for her age.] I know what a wheelchair is. [...And then it falters, worry peeking through.] Where is she?

...I'm Barbara.

[peektuttut]

Of course you do, I'm sorry. But it's extra special, just for her. She's taking a trip right now - she has a different chair with her.

[Ugh this is the weirdest thing, must take care of but must not come on too strong. :c] Do you need anything? Food, or something to drink, or a game, maybe?

[flawedgem]

[She instinctively starts to shake her head when her stomach rumbles.

Sheepish Babs is sheepish.]

...Um. Food would be nice. [She knows she hasn't been eating much, lately.]

[Private]

[theboywonder]

[... Oh hi, he knows you.]

That happens, sometimes, around here. It's nothing to worry about.

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[flawedgem]

[Eyebrow arch.] The turbulence, or the magical appearing objects?

[A beat.]

Do you fight crime in that? [Her voice is an odd mix of earnestly excited and wryly sceptical.]

[Private]

[theboywonder]

Both. And yeah, I do.

[most_feared]

[Oh, the heartbreak.] Darlin', take care of that. I belongs to someone really sweet and special. She wouldn't want it broken.

[flawedgem]

[She looks indignant, for a moment, but - he sounds so sincere. So she just nods.] I will.

I = It^ Tiny words count too, Binky.

[most_feared]

Thank you, that'd be much appreciated. You got somebody helpin' you out there?

[ichoosefight]

[ Oh gosh Babs. Steph isn't sure whether this is adorable or heartbreaking. Probably both, so she's going to stick with adorable because she can't dump her heartbreak on a little kid like that. ]

That chair is for a friend of mine, but she's not here right now. Are you okay?

[flawedgem]

[Her hands tighten around her knees automatically. Barbara understands why she's asking, it's just - she's heard that question so much, in the past month.]

I'm fine. Is this her room, too? It's just my name on the door. [Focus on the questions. That's what she's been doing at home, throwing herself into learning things. That's what she's always done when she wanted to ignore everything else.]

[ichoosefight]

It's your room right now. It was her room yesterday. [ Totally true without having to explain the whole 'flood' thing. Of course, there's enough leeway there that if Babs really demands to know, she can still explain. ]

And you'll be back to your own room in a couple of days, I promise.

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[looksfine]

...why does your chair have wheels on it?

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[flawedgem]

[Barbara arches an eyebrow.] So it can move.

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[looksfine]

Why does it need to move?

[smallestviper]

How come you get a chair? Can I see it?

[flawedgem]

It's not mine. I'm watching it for someone. [Barbara studies her, contemplative.] I guess - if you're careful.

[smallestviper]

My grandpa had a chair like that. But he never let me play in it, 'cause it wasn't a toy. [The look on Beatrix's face suggests she vehemently believes otherwise.]

[sharpememory]

That chair looks cool. Can I have it?

[flawedgem]

[Barbara shakes her head.] It belong to someone. She's not here right now, but she'll need it when she gets back.

[sharpememory]

It's not like she'll know who did it.

[sees_monsters]

Maybe someone left it? [She's going to peeeeer at it.]

I don't know what that was, either; but it was kind of like a ride.

[flawedgem]

That's what I've heard. [Strange, how she still feels so comfortable in it.]

It kind of was, huh? Like a roller coaster. ...I hope we don't roll upside down.

[sees_monsters]

Do you think it will? [She looks excited.] Maybe it'll be like a real ride.