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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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[mysunnydisposition]

I'm on the road. If I spot anyone looking lost, I'll pull them somewhere safe.

[ There's an awkward pause, long enough that she might have actually stopped talking... But no. She's just trying to figure out what to even say to him. ]

I, uh. Didn't see you at the end. Tell me one of us got out of that okay.

[willyousee]

Present and uninjured... and it seems that Maestro Leonardo is somewhere about as well - his workshop is likely available as respite already. You are uninjured yourself?

[He somehow manages to sound a little out of breath, and is clearly distracted.]

Has anyone seen Phedre or Joscelin as of yet?

[volving]

[ quietly ]

I am... fine.

[ ...yeah, so you can take that information as you will, little Dick. ]

[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]

Doesn't really matter, does it? I mean, it's all done, we're in one piece now. Pity we don't have Black Canary around to give us some therapy but that's just how it goes.

[Yeah, just gonna dodge that question and not bring up the Angel of Destruction reborn thing...]

[turbedon]

Yup, all limbs attached. You sound a little distracted though, need any help there?

private

[turbedon]

Don't think too much on it. It wasn't you, just like it wasn't really any of us. Just the Trumps playing games as always.

[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?

private

[volving]

I am still... sorry.

[ and still feeling personally responsible, pretty clearly. But she doesn't want to talk about it. ]

[mysunnydisposition]

...I guess so. [ She doesn't really sound like she buys it, though. Even if it wasn't their lives, their decisions... it was still their bodies, their hands. They're the ones who have to live with the memories.

Pause. ]

...Black Canary does therapy?

[willyousee]

Not... [pause] Yet. There. Navigating this place is more difficult than ever, but I think I have the trick of it.

Am I imagining it, or do these vehicles seem to be more intent upon doing us harm than they might in the outer world?

[And more softly, like a half-shielded personal thought] Where are they?

[detectivewonder]

A little holier than I used to be.

Fine otherwise.

[howexciting]

... I am alive, if that is what you mean, yes. I have... as yet been unable to keep an accurate count.

[Mostly because he's been holing himself up, but whatever. Point still stands.]

[turbedon]

Oh no, you're not imagining it. I was sticking to my lane and one of the trucks tried to run me over.

[He catches onto the half-shielded thought and asks:] Want some help looking for them?

[turbedon]

She's the only Den Mother really capable of it back home. Red Tornado is too robotic and spews out pure data which isn't the most comforting of things after you've had a traumatic experience. Well, for most people anyway. And Captain Marvel can't really help out on that front either when he's only a kid himself.

[turbedon]

You can be sorry for it. Just try to get over it because it's just going to eat you up if you keep feeling guilty about something you weren't in control of.

[turbedon]

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

[turbedon]

Kept your wings too, did you?

[detectivewonder]

Kinda missing the pun, big brother.

[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]

Good to know. I'll do a sweep of the roads to make sure no one's been run over along one of the roads, but so far everyone seems to be managing or being grabbed up by the more capable.

[turbedon]

You don't have to call me that when your actual big brother's here.

Do you need patching up?

[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.

[darkhourdear]

I'm here! [even if he doesn't know who you are--] I'm Phillip. And I'm ok, I guess.