5th Floor Common Room, Sunday morning

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I see you're still around," Bruce noted when he spotted Terry in the common room eating a donut from an assorted box. Terry didn't buy them. They just happened to be there.

"There's free food," Terry said with a shrug. "Lots of stuff going on. Why would I leave?" Also, no GCPD chasing him.

"Because a portal called you back?" Bruce offered. "Clearly that hasn't happened yet." He assumed it had to be irresistible to any kids, otherwise some of them would probably end up stuck in Fandom, either due to boredom back home or their parents refusing to let go.

"Yeah, sure," Terry said with a roll of his eyes. "By the way, can I get some more money? I know you have it."

"Now that you've found the free food? I don't think so," Bruce said. "But there's always the chance you can earn some babysitting."

"Do I really look like the kind of person you'd trust with kids?" Terry asked.

"No, but I'll be watching out, just in case," Bruce said, taking a seat on the couch and putting some cartoons on the TV in case some smaller children wandered in. He figured he kind of owed this kid some supervision since he kept finding Bruce on these weekends. "I'm still not paying you, though."

"You have terrible taste in TV shows," Terry noted before going back to focusing on his donut.

[OOC: Yep, open!]

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[willbeinjuvie.livejournal.com]

"You don't really strike me as a cartoon guy," Terry noted as the cartoons continued to air.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"There are some classics," Bruce said. "But that's in case any little kids stop in. And if any kids your age come in, it'll give them an excuse to be uninterested and sullen."

Buuuuuuuuuurn.

[willbeinjuvie.livejournal.com]

Terry didn't even need to run that burn under cold water. Shut up.

"They don't need cartoons. They just need you to hang around long enough," Terry said.

Oh snap.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Hey now. Bruce had a crown to prove his awesomeness.

"If that's true, I'm happy to help you out," Bruce said.

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Rebecca (and her new shadow, apparently -- say hi to the kitty, Bruce!) made her way into the common room for some coffee, spotted Bruce and Terry, and paused.

"I see the plague of the weekend's got you," she observed. "Unfortunate."

Said the girl with a cat. Don't throw stones, Rebecca.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"The kid's not mine. He just keeps asking me for money since his parents won't give him any," Bruce said.

"When did you get a cat?"

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"It just... showed up yesterday," Rebecca replied, watching it pounce onto a counter and then turning her attention back to Bruce. So far she was not a fan of this cat. "Who are his parents?"

See Rebecca. See Rebecca not speak directly to Terry.

[willbeinjuvie.livejournal.com]

Terry sighed loudly and went back to focusing on his very healthy breakfast.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"A couple people who aren't here," Bruce said. "He's a little bit of a mystery."

Bruce had a few clues in that mystery, but the pieces didn't quite fit together in a decisive way yet.

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

"Huh," said Rebecca. She eyed Terry some more, trying to detect some resemblance to anyone she knew, and... didn't. "Way to go with the kidnapping, Fandom," she commented dryly.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It happens," Bruce said. "Who knows, maybe that's how you got the cat, too? Random magical pairing."

That didn't seem so unlikely at the moment.

[shestheworst.livejournal.com]

Britta wasn't usually up this early on a Sunday, unless, like today, it was one of those situations where she was only up because she hadn't really been to bed yet. She'd gone right past sleeping into that odd stage where you were incredibly tired but you weren't sleepy, except for a few moments where you'd close your eyes and just sort of drift off, then jolt back awake and need a second remembering where you were. She hadn't expected to get back to the island as early as she did, but her plans that weekend just wound up that way, and she shuffled into the common room to find something to eat.

She managed to find a carton of orange juice, realized that was the only thing she could stomach right now, anyway, and extracted it from the fridge. She drank a good few gulps right from the carton, put it back, and then closed the fridge to realize there were other people there, too.

"Oh," she said, smiling tiredly and lifting a hand. "Hey. Morning. Is it morning? It feels like morning." Her eyes drifted to the window, and seemed pained by any light filtering through. "Yup, definitely morning."

She somehow managed to find the couch, plopped down into , and sighed the content sigh of a person who had just sat down and had no intention of getting back up for a good, long while.

[willbeinjuvie.livejournal.com]

"All the anti-drinking lectures in junior high make sense now," Terry mused as he watched Britta's performance.

[shestheworst.livejournal.com]

Britta snorted. And then frowned, and then a complicated mixture of expressions went across her face as she not only wondered how to respond to that, but whether she should, as well as getting distracted on a mental tangent about where she may have left various articles of clothing and other sundries on her little weekend adventure.

She decided on, "Spoken like a true brainwashed academic sheep-slave. Sometimes, the aftermath of the freedom to expand your mind and you experience isn't pretty, but it's a whole lot better than the alternative."

Followed by a succinct, "Who are you?"

[willbeinjuvie.livejournal.com]

"Someone who actually remembers last night," Terry said.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"People's children from the future are here this weekend. He's apparently in that group somehow," Bruce chimed in.

[shestheworst.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I remember last night," Britta insisted, though there was a doubtful pause. "Most of it."

Bruce, however, just got a look of confusion. "What?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Fandom weirdness," Bruce said. "It happens after Prom sometimes."

[seesincolours.livejournal.com]

"What the hell are you guys watching?" A room full of teenagers, and they picked... whatever the crap that was. Julie wasn't especially knowledgable about those things. Television hadn't been a large part of her childhood.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Cartoons, in case any of the smaller kids stop by," Bruce said. "They haven't, obviously."

Bruce was pretty sure he recognized Julie's voice from yesterday. So this was the girl who came for Kate. That explained a couple things.

[seesincolours.livejournal.com]

Julie shot him a carefully cultivated 'well, no shit' look, and wandered over to rummage for something edible.

"There doesn't seem to be that many just running around the place." Not from what she'd seen. "If it's supposed to be some kind of siren call to them, it's not a good one."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"No, I'd actually rather they didn't come. But if they did, at least they'd have something to keep them occupied," Bruce said. "And on the other hand, it gives the older visitors something to complain about."

[seesincolours.livejournal.com]

And so concentrated the whiny teenage angst. Full of good ideas, this guy. Julie shook her head, nabbing one of those donuts. Finders keepers. Sorry, whoever's those were.

"So who actually are you, masochistic Friend of Kate?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Bruce Wayne. And she's not that bad," Bruce said, showing a grin. "I'm guessing you're not actually her daughter?"

[OOC: And now I head out until later tonight. Sorry! SP?]

[seesincolours.livejournal.com]

Julie smirked a little, picking at the donut she'd found. "She's my guardian. It's more like having a crazy aunt." The sort who would don black leather and ride up to scare the daylights out of her classmates.

"I'm Julie," she added, as an afterthought.