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[turbedon]

[A far too cheerful sounding voice pipes up over the Network, the owner of it nowhere to be found in Liminal Space in a rather telling way.]

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking-

Everyone okay? Anyone gone missing after the last Jaunt?

... Any newcomers we need to get off the brainway asap? Because just arriving and then being run over would really not be astrous. At all.

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[backwordscompatible]

[As cheerful as he sounded over the Network--and she was starting to know the boy well enough (in multiple ways) to not believe that tone for a second--Zatanna was equally...exhausted. Dream-like, almost, in both tone and choice of vocabulary:]

M'here.

[Was it possible to yawn telepathically?]

Haven't really checked. Went straight to my room in the workshop soon as it appeared. Cranked the AC to 11.

Where are you?

[turbedon]

Did you take a nap? Sounds like you could use a bit more z's, Zee. [He's the most clever.]

I'm around, as always.

[backwordscompatible]

[There had never been a more clever than he.]

That doesn't answer my question. [A little clearer than before. She was all about not talking if that's what he wanted to not do...but he could at least give her something to work with in the meantime.] Any chance around falls somewhere within walking distance of the Workshop?

[turbedon]

It might. Living life in the fast lane and all.

[backwordscompatible]

[The corners of her lips twitched upward in amusement; he may or may not sense a moment of warmth as she telepathically chuckled. Cute.]

Try not to get run over. Cars can't always see you when you're busy being one with the night and all that.

[turbedon]

I'm not the Batman so I don't need to be one with the night. I'll keep up being the target. I'll see about swinging around the Workshop later.

[backwordscompatible]

[No, he definitely wasn't Batman. Not in their world.]

Good.

[There was silence on her end. For a time, it might have almost seemed like the conversation was over. Except she had one more thing to toss his way:]

Because I have something to tell you. [A lot of somethings, actually.]

[turbedon]

That sound ominous.

[backwordscompatible]

[Says the boy behind the mask.]

Can't let you hog all the mystery and suspense, can I?

[turbedon]

[His mask is perfectly friendly thank you very much.]

Fine, fine. I'll let you keep one mystery for yourself.

[backwordscompatible]

[Ominously friendly.]

How gracious of--

[The worst part about telepathy was that you literally ended up saying the first thing that came to mind; the word was already out of her mouth before she realized. And abruptly sat up.]

...sorry.

That came out wrong.

[turbedon]

It's fine, I'm pretty graceful. [Deliberate deflection is deliberate, mental voice full of false cheer.]

Gonna go take another turn over the roads to pick up anyone stranded. Enjoy your relaxation!

[backwordscompatible]

[She decided to leave things at that, less she accidentally stick her mental foot in her mouth again.]

Already am.

Enjoy picking up hitchhikers. Word of advice: if any of them are wearing hockey masks or wielding giant axes, I say leave 'em there.

[turbedon]

See, that's just judging a book by its cover.

Robin out.