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OTA Come One, Come All

WHO: Dick Grayson
WHERE: Fountain, then other various spots around the village.
WHEN: First few days of his arrival.
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: Little bit of language, nothing too bad.

Arrival

This was the last thing that Dick expected to be doing today. Not that he expected to do a lot of the things he'd just been doing that same day. So maybe Dick should be expecting the unexpected today. Or the last few days. Or the last few weeks--- okay, you know what, maybe Dick should just be expecting the unexpected. Waking up in freezing cold water? Check. Almost drowning in freezing cold water? Also check. Swimming upward as fast as he could, Dick was glad that he was able to hold his breath underwater for such a long time, even without anything from his utility pouches.

If there was any hope that it'd be a little bit warmer when he broke free from the water, Dick was sorely mistaken. Hauling himself out of the water, he sat on the edge of the fountain and took stock of where he was. And what he was wearing. All of the above made no sense to him, because this was most definitely not Gotham, and this was most definitely not the clothes he was wearing before he got here.

"Oooookay, Grayson, what did you get yourself into now?" Asks himself out loud, and even though it was cold, Dick took off his shirt to wring the water out of it.

Mice are Fantastic

The mice in this place were insane. Dick had been steadily following a few of them, just because they weren't anything he'd ever seen before. Sure, he'd seen mice before, and he'd seen rats (plenty of those in Gotham and... everywhere in the world, in every city, honestly), but these mice were almost pretty? And they kept turning things into ice. That's what he was following them for, because who heard of mice turning things into ice?

Not Dick, that was for certain. "This is so cool." He said with a grin, watching one of the mice turn a bucket into a frozen bucket full of frozen water. Unintentional pun for the win right there, which was why he was grinning. Crouching down on the ground, he set his pack down on the ground, which was a mistake, as a mouse ran over it and now everything he needed? In that pack? Was a block of ice.

"Shit." Waiting till the mouse was away, he picked up the block of ice pack and, trying to figure out the way to hold it and not freeze his hands off, he went to wherever he could find a fire to get everything out of that. It's not like he had fire powers that could help with this. Right?

Roof Time

In the right conditions, every roof was a good roof to be on. That was in the right conditions, like on a nice, spring night, with the wind cool and crisp but not cold enough that it froze through you. And no rain. Rain might be good for hiding in plain sight sometimes, but otherwise the rain got in your eyes, even with goggles on. Rain could be your friend, but snow? Snow was never your friend.

Especially on a roof. Which was why Dick was not on the roof of the inn just yet. He was going to get there, he was determined to get up there, but it was cold, and he wasn't wearing his suit. Still, he wanted to be up in the air. Maybe it wouldn't be as high as what he was used to, but he needed to be up there. It didn't matter if he slipped a little, he was used to that.

So he traveled to the side and began to climb up, scaling the building like a lizard.

Wildcard

Dick is everywhere he can be, exploring where there's people (especially if the place is warm).

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The mice. Really, Nida was getting tired of the mice. He'd been in the forest and was coming back now with some wood that he was considering turning into a few tambo for himself. Of course he kept them over his shoulders to keep them away from the mice, but that wasn't enough. He moved around carefully, fingers flashing with fire whenever things came close.

It had taken a while, but he'd figured out how to tap into the same fire that Squall and Altair had used to help him out. Had taken some time, but the fire was there, and sure he couldn't produce a lot of it at once, but he could do something. Enough to keep the mice away.

The curse drew his attention and when he saw what was going on, he smiled. Whoops. Looks like the universe was after someone else at this point.

"Need some help?" Nida asked as he paused, no fire on his fingertips just yet.

Maybe if Dick had been here longer, he'd be tired of the mice as well. As it was, they were pretty cute until they froze things. Then they were pretty awesome. Except when they turned his stuff into a popsicle. A packsicle.

"Huh?" Came the eloquent response when he heard someone ask him a question, and he turned, passing the block of ice back and forth from one hand to the other so they wouldn't get frost bitten.

"Oh! Hey! Yeah, yeah, I could use some help. I need to find someplace with a fire going right now, the mice--" And one almost ran over his foot, so he hopped out of the way. "As cute as they are, I kind of need what's in the bag." Dick grinned.

"Yeah, they do that. Don't let one touch you. It's not pretty. Trust me."

With that Nida closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and held his hand out in front of him. Just like calling a fire spell, just not actually in the same form. Doesn't have specific ways it appears. Instead it's fire from his outstretched hand, sending some of the mice scattering.

"Best option is the inn. I can escort you there and you can plop the pack down in front of the fire. Maybe if I can get some water to put it in I can try and melt the ice a bit for you too. Don't worry, the thing is water proof. Not fireproof though."

Another mouse darted closer and Nida just cast some fire right at that. There was still fire hovering near his fingers, but the mouse was darting off.

"Is this from experience? Am I talking to a real live human popsicle right now?" Dick asked, and he watched with more then even a little bit of awe as this guy just held fire in his hand. Like it was no big deal. And maybe to him it wasn't a big deal, how was Dick to know, but to only assume?

"That's good to hear. The waterproof part, I wouldn't be lucky enough to get the fireproof pack." Grinning, he was about to stick out one hand to shake the other man's when he thought that maybe shaking the hand full of fire was probably not the best thing to do.

"Let's get out of here, before either of us ends up as frozen as my bag is, huh?"

"Former human popsicle," Nida corrected, smirking. "And yeah, I'd like to avoid it happening again. Let me carry that for you, okay? I'm actually in warm gear."

He shook the fire out of his hand before offering it out to Dick. First to shake, then for the pack.

"I'll show you to the inn, okay?"

Dick took his hand to shake it, giving it a quick, firm shake, before letting the man take his bag. He wasn't too afraid of him just running off with it, but then again, Dick was always the optimistic sort. Maybe he should be worried about him running off with his bag, who was he to know who this was?

"Thanks, I appreciate it. My hands were starting to get pretty frozen, too." He rubbed his hands together to get them warm again with a smile. "To the inn, then! I'm Dick, by the way, nice to meetcha."

"Nida," he offered back easily as he tucked the bag under one arm. With his warm clothes on and his coat he should be able to survive with that on the relatively short trek. "Welcome to... wherever we are. Guessing you're really new, people don't always carry the packs around. I think there are some rooms open at the inn right now, so you'll have options for rooms to stay in for now. Place even has electricity."

Not everywhere could say that.

Honestly, the cold was making Steph feel a lot more at home than the mild autumn. But she wasn’t soaked to the bone. She had a nice long sleeved black shirt with a hood and a peacoat on over that. Plus her jeans were a lot thicker than scrubs. One day she’ll collect enough pants that she never have to wear the things again...

She also had a cat following her, with brown and green feathers instead of fur, to protect her from the menacing mice. But that was less important than warmth, which she could clearly see the man at the fountain was lacking. People did visit the fountain from time to time, but their clothes didn’t usually stick to their skin.

“Hey,” she called from a couple of yards away, “you okay?” If he wasn’t getting hypothermic she wasn’t going to run.

"Not even a little." Dick called out, not looking up from where he was wringing out his shirt. It was ridiculously cold like this, and he wanted to be wearing a pair of thick pants instead of scrubs. He'd also like a million blankets, and a bowl of soup, or a cup of hot cocoa. Or all of the above.

Dick looked up from his shirt, and glanced over at the person to whom the voice belonged to. And stared. Stared, because while he might be able to accept... a lot of things with this place, so far, like the fact that this wasn't Gotham, and he woke up in a fountain.

He didn't expect to see someone he knew, here. For once, he's at a loss for words, and just kind of stares at Steph.

He doesn't sound hypothermic, so she doesn't sprint. She does walk a little faster, leaving the peakitten to trail at her own proud, sedate pace. Her attention turns to the stockpile just out of his view, outside the rim of the fountain. There are towels and coats, even a pair or two of mittens. She's too focused to notice his stare.

"Sounds about right. Hold on, there's towels over here."

He's not dealing with hypothermia yet, though he should think about getting warmer clothes on. If he had warmer clothes to get on, Dick had no idea on that. Not that he's thinking about that, either, because he's still staring at Steph like he can't believe she's really here.

"Thanks..." Dick finally said, because he wasn't sure what else he was supposed to say, and he'd always had manners drilled into him. A lot of manners drilled into him.

"Stephanie Brown? Is this for real?" He looked down at her feet, where the peakitten was, and that did not help make this real.

She raises an amused eyebrow when she turns to offer the towel and finds him staring at her and her cat. The amusement turns instantly to guarded suspicion when he says her name. She draws back a little, pulling the towel with her to put one hand a little closer to the knives in her pockets. He can just shiver until she gets an explanation.

“Excuse me? Do I know you?”

What is happening here? Seriously, what was happening right now, that STEPHANIE BROWN was here, but also didn't know who he was? Did she have amnesia? Did he have amnesia? Wait, that made no sense, he wasn't the one forgetting who people were.

"It's me, it's Dick. Dick Grayson." He looked at her with confusion clearly written on his face. "We have a lot of mutual acquaintances... we know each other?" Dick frowned. How could she not know who he was? They weren't really close, but... this was strange.

She eyes him, still suspicious but less aggressively so. That name is at least vaguely familiar.

"Grayson?" She's heard it before, from Jason, she realizes. His face... no, not so much. He looks like a lot of guys she's seen. He could be Nightwing, but he could just as easily be some rando.

"Who do we have in common?"

If this were Gotham, Jason would probably think to recognize Dick from behind; there are only so many people of his stature and build with a penchant for climbing walls. But he's been here in the village for months with no one else from the same city except Steph, and he has no real reason to expect anyone else to show up. So when he wanders by the inn and sees some guy making a damn fool of himself by trying to scale the wall, he pauses to offer some helpful advice.

"Y'know, there's these marvelous inventions called doors," he drawls, lightly amused. "I hear they're great for getting into places."

Kind of like Steph, when he first saw her, Dick would be staring. Because the last person he expected to see-- no, since he couldn't see the person talking, the last person he expected to hear would be this one. Because Dick knows that voice. Boy, does Dick know that voice.

And remembers the last things he's heard from that voice. Dick finally gets a handhold onto one of the edges, and hauls himself up a little higher. High enough that there's a chance for him to perch and look down, because he needed that height advantage. It was easier to get the drop on someone then for them to get the drop on you when you were the one in the taller position.

"I wouldn't say doors are the best way to get into a place, sometimes. Windows are pretty good too, or so I hear." Dick said carefully, looking Jason over from head to toe. Could someone look different and the same at the same time?

By Jason’s perspective, he and Dick haven’t really talked since he came back to Gotham for his elaborate revenge plot. He’s seen Dick a few times - watched as the older ex-Robin was injured by the explosives he set off in that train tunnel - but as far as exchanging words, that has yet to happen.

Until now. Jason recognizes his voice right away, even though for him, it’s been years since they had anything approaching a meaningful conversation. Some things don’t fade to the passage of time, especially when it’s something as important as the voice of someone you’ve admired since you were a child. Jason’s eyes go comically wide with the shock of seeing Dick in one of the places he least expects.

“Grayson?!” His expression quickly shifts into a frown. “What the hell are you doing here?”

A stupid question, of course. What are any of them doing here?

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"What the hell am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here?" Dick couldn't help but say back. It was cliche, and a little cheesy, but he couldn't help it. Dick himself was a little cheesy at times, and he'd had more then his share of cliches. So what was one more added onto that?

"Sorry, cliche, I know. But I have no idea what I'm doing here, and you... how long have you been here?" Because he didn't look like he'd just arrived like Dick had. He looked like he'd been here for a decent amount of time.

His hair's a little longer and more unruly than usual, and he's wearing black jeans and a red sweater with just a hint of his teal scrub shirt peeking out under the hem, so yes, that's an excellent guess that he is not fresh out of the fountain. However, Dick's reply is just a little too quippy for Jason - familiarly so, but no less irritating.

"Perfecting my macramé technique," is his deeply sarcastic answer, "what does it look like I'm doing here?" Another dumb question, but in reply to an equally dumb question on Dick's part, so Jason figures it's justified.

"Been here a few months," he says, with a defensive shrug. "No big deal. This isn't even my first time getting kidnapped to some weird alternate dimension. You'll get used to it. Maybe."

Cougar's been up in his perch in the attic of their house, watching the comings and goings of the town, which means that in the last little while, he's seen plenty of mice, plenty of ice, but also discovered something interesting underneath his fingertips. Not just his, too, if the burnt down house is any sign. It's why when he sees the mice freeze the boy's pack, Cougar glances over from where he's whittling with a smirk.

Gesturing to it, he's not willing to just thaw it himself, maybe because he thinks it's more interesting to see him discover what he can do. And also, because then he can see how he reacts. "You can melt this," is all he says, like that's all the advice he actually needs.

That... was not what he was expecting to hear. Also not from where he was expecting to hear it from, but he's not surprised there's someone higher up in the air then him. If this was back home, he'd expect them to be flying. Here, he doesn't know what to expect.

That was the most zen like thing he'd ever heard. And he'd heard a lot of zen like things in his time. "Yeah, if I can get this to a fire of some kind, I am pretty sure it'll melt fast enough." Dick agreed with the man, looking up and over. "Maybe if I had something cool like laser eyes I could do it in a flash, buuuuuuuuut..." He shrugged.

Cougar starts his descent, shifting until his feet are solid on the ground, eyeing the man with a faintly amused look on his face, shifting so that he can open up his palm and show off the exact fire source that he's talking about, lighting up thumb to pinky with small flames one at a time.

"You can do this too. Or maybe you can just show off laser eyes," he deadpans, as if that would also be a sight to see.

Dick's eyes widened, looking at the flames, and he grinned. Because that was just so too cool, he couldn't help himself from grinning about it. He didn't know this was a thing that people could do here!

"Laser eyes deserve to be shown off, unfortunately it'll have to be by someone other then me." Dick chuckled, passing the bag from one hand to the other so his hands wouldn't get frozen. "I don't know if I can do that, too. I can't do that back home."

"Neither can I." Cougar has a whole list of things that he can do back home that he can't here, but that's mainly because no one has decided to be kind to him and give him a rifle to show off how good he is. Still, if fire fingers are the exchange he has to make, he can tolerate it.

At least for now.

"It helps," he adds, gesturing in the direction the mouse went scattering. "Burns so they don't freeze you."

"Do you need a hand?"

Wanda stood in a cute outfit that wasn't exactly made for the cold weather. It didn't bother her. She was used to the cold and had found a way to harness those fire powers the way she would her own magic. It wasn't exactly the same but it was comfortable. Energy flowed and was shaped in the same ways, even if the appearance of the energy was different.

She lifted a hand and focused on a point of light before pressing it lightly against his backpack. Wanda wasn't going to burn his backpack in the process. "You should check and see if you can do this too. I don't know how but a few people have been given this ability."

Likely for a very short period of time.

Dick was thinking that there was something wrong with the way that she was dressed. Not that she was dressed badly or anything, not that she was dressed in any displeasing way. In fact, it was very pleasing, and Dick was a guy and thus he notices things like pleasingly dressed women.

It's the fact that he's stuck in scrubs and she's got on a nice outfit that made it wrong. Why was he stuck in scrubs? Was this a normal thing? And not even nice scrubs, some kind of light gray in color scrubs. He couldn't get blue, like a surgeon or something?

"Hey! Yeah, I could use a hand, the mouse kind of ran over my pack and... wait, you have powers?" Dick held the pack away from him, letting her slowly start to melt through to it with wonder. "Wait, you think I could do that, too? I doubt it, I mean, I've never had powers of any kind like that before." Though if people were being given powers...

"Wait." He moved the pack from one hand to the other, slowly, trying not to dislodge her's in the process. "What do you mean given?"

Wanda's palm pressed against the ice and began to slowly melt it. She was careful and once she reached his backpack she paused and tried to see if she could pull it through the hole she had made.

"Usually but these are different." Her powers as Scarlet Witch had been taken from her months ago. "Those who bring us here can give us powers." She looked up at Dick. "I'm not sure how it works." It was something that Wanda wanted to look into but there weren't enough hours in the day while also getting ready for winter.

She met his gaze and her lips pulled into a soft apologetic smile.

"I don't have many answers but there is a computer system in the bunker that allows people to select abilities. Other times there just given to us. Like this."

"This is insane. Insanely cool, but still, kind of insane." More unintentional cold weather puns! But that wasn't the point. The point was this was insane, and Dick wasn't just talking about the power portion of it.

"Do we... know anything about the people who brought us here, beyond them giving us powers?" Dick couldn't help but ask, and he held the ice as steady as he could, watching her try to pull the backpack from the hole. He did return her smile with one of his own, though.

"There's a bunker? Sorry, I'm kind of new to all of this, any information about anything to do with this place is a good thing in my book!"

Wanda released what power she was holding. She didn't use it a lot. It was likely temporary and she didn't want to get attached to something that was going to be taken away from her. It just happened ot be a very useful skill when the weather was turning cold.

"Nothing." She shook her head, her lips pulling into a frown. "We only know that they've left labs for us to find around the island." Which hadn't been fully explored because it took weeks to travel from one end to the other. If they had a car, then it'd be a lot easier.

"It's fine." Wanda's expression softened. "I can try and answer some but I don't know everything." She had been in the village for over a year, so she knew quite a bit. "The bunker is where the base of the fountain is. There are tubes leading up to it. Sometimes people get stuck in there and we have to get them out." Before they drown. "There is a computer system in there that's… unsettling."

She didn't know if she should say everything or let him take a look at it and adjust to the new knowledge. It was a lot.

Well, that's new.

Sure, he's only been in the village for like two and a half weeks, but Billy's seen his share of weird stuff. He tries not to judge, tries to remember there are people here from all sorts of places, tries to remind himself of what he and the others must have looked like when they first started fighting crime, but--nope, some things are just still kinda weird. Case in point, the figure now crouching on the eaves of the inn, looking out over the village.

Still, weird doesn't mean he has to be rude. Which is why the teen lifts an arm in a wave upwards, his other hand still in the pocket of his wool coat.

"How's the view up there?"

It felt good to lurk like a lurking thing lurking. Not that he was really lurking, because you couldn't exactly hide up there in this place. Not when he stuck out like a sore thumb, with his light gray scrubs on and he wasn't hiding behind a mask.

Maybe he could fashion a mask out of something. Naw, that might be too much of a bother. At least it wasn't the cowl, though with the way this place looked and felt right now, a cape would be nice to have. And Dick hated wearing a cape.

"Pretty good!" Dick called out, looking down at the young man with a grin. Just because he was lurking didn't mean he wasn't going to be friendly!

"You can see most of the village from up here, you should come on up!" Offers cheerfully.

Hey, listen, don't knock the cape. Especially when it's like thirty degrees and honestly right now Billy would kill for his. Or, you know, at least maim. There are so many things a nice voluminous red wool cloak is good for, and like half of them involve staying warm and dry.

Billy grins back at the invitation, shaking his head as he tucks his hands back in the pocket of his coat, shoulders hunched against the cold. "I don't know, I'm pretty sure I'd end up falling and breaking something, if I didn't just stick to the wall," he calls back. He wouldn't necessarily mind, he misses being in the air, but without his powers a second story fall is a pretty real threat to consider.

There's nothing wrong with capes! But when you were a kid hero, wearing a cape was the best thing in the world. As an adult? You found that capes had some problems to them, like getting caught on things, and being in the way, generally. Though right now, a cape would be good to have. Something to protect against the cold.

Still, this kid has a coat, so he doesn't seem like he's in need of a cape right now. "I'm sure you wouldn't." Dick chuckled at the image of him sticking to the wall, though. "Sorry, not laughing at the falling a breaking a bone, laughing at something else, scout's honor!"

He rubbed his hands together to get them to warm up. "What's your name?"

"Right, right," he answers, but he's grinning anyway. Whoever this crazy guy perched on a rooftop in the freezing cold is, at least his enthusiasm is contagious. "It's fine, I don't mind people laughing at me, wouldn't be the first time." There's humor in his voice, and definitely no offense.

"I'm Billy. What about you? I mean, we're gonna be calling you Frosty if you stay up there too long, with what you're wearing, but still."

Hawke still came back and forth to the inn every day, because it was a central location and she checked the meat storage regularly to get a head count. She forgot to wear gloves today which was stupid so she'd have to swing by her house before heading out on her newest scouting trip. Every time she went out a little farther, but it kept her nimble and aware of their surroundings at all time. Her cheeks and nose were a little rosy red from a day out and about, and she shoved her hands into the pockets. It wasn't the worst cold she'd been through yet though.

She was turning the corner when she saw a man climbing up inn wall, watching him curiously. Hawke was also somewhat of a roof percher, so after a moment she joined him, although her climbing was much more confident as she'd done this many times. It wasn't terribly slippery at the moment so she hauled herself gracefully to her feet. She was without her signature bow and arrows, since carrying them around was only useful when she planned on using them.

"If you like climbing roofs, you might find a few friends around here who climb a lot higher than this." She spoke to him like this wasn't their first time, like they were friends already. It was just her way, as was her bright smile.

Dick was a little startled, because he wasn't expecting someone to climb up with him. But the surprise was out of him by the time the two of them were sitting on said roof, and he answered her smile with a bright one of his own.

"I'm used to a lot higher then this myself, so maybe we can start some kind of club." Dick couldn't help but laugh, rubbing his hands together conspiratorially. Also to help get them warm, because they were a little chilly, and climbing was sometimes easier with gloves on. His Nightwing gloves, anyway.

Or the Batman gloves. Those, too, helped with climbing. "We could scale the tallest peaks of... whatever is around here that's really, really tall."

"Trees! There are mountains too, but I don't know if anyone's climbed to the top yet. Bit of a hike. But nah, most buildings are around this." Hawke's hands were rubbed together too, and she blew on them. "I normally have gloves, I was an idiot this morning." It was easier to remember the gloves when she had a bow in hand. Oh well. "The trees though, you'll need to meet up with some folks, they can scale one easily." She personally could not get far. Hand holds were a preference.

The last time Hawke was on a roof like this it was with 7, and she smiled fondly at the memory. "One of my good mates I met on a roof, guess I might be adding a new roof buddy to the list." She turned and offered him one of her cold hands. "The name is Hawke, with an e at the end, since everyone assumes the bird." It's not that she minds, though, just easier for if he sees her name on a network.

"Hey, at least you have gloves somewhere!" Dick laughed. "Man, though, I haven't climbed trees in awhile. More used to climbing... anything except a tree." He gave a little shrug, because he couldn't just come out and say that he liked to swing through tall buildings and shit like that. But trees? He loved climbing trees as a kid, he could still climb one easily now.

"Nice to meet you, Hawke with an e at the end." Dick said, taking her offered hand and shaking it with his own cold hand. "I'm Dick." Spelled like the--- well, you got it. He was already ready for the bad jokes about his name, that's just standard practice.

"Well yeah, I borrowed them from the community clothes. You should check those out. They've got a whole lot of useful things people can pick up. Supposedly you should be sharing, but I doubt anyone wants my gloves. I use them to hunt for meat here, and blood gets on them." So she more or less kept a permanent claim on them that way. Eventually she was going to need better ones, but unless someone magically was able to create good archery gloves, it was a lost cause. "You from a city, then?"

Hawke's eyes widened at the name and she grinned. "I know we just met, but why in the world would you voluntarily go by that? It's just begging for crass jokes." Of which she was holding back remarkably well!

Since when is there a gargoyle on the roof?

Wait. No. Gargoyles don't move. Or peek over the wall when they hear someone else climbing up.

"Oh, hello!" It's the chipper tone of someone who's pleasantly surprised to find someone on his favorite remote jogging trail more than a brooding superhero ruminating over his awful lot in life. "Don't slip on the icy patch!" he offers helpfully, pointing out a frozen-over chunk of moss right where an otherwise perfect handhold would be, and quickly adds, "I can leave, if you're here to be alone."

It's almost like he has semi-regular chats with his coworkers on rooftops or something.

"Hi!" Dick responded in kind, bright and chipper as well. It's not so much that he wanted to be alone, he just wanted to be... up. High. Higher then you were on the ground, somewhere where he could see things a little more clearly.

"Thanks! I'll keep an eye out for it, now, that's a real help." He was sincere about his thanks, because it meant he didn't slip and fall and break anything. Which was always a danger, but it's what he didn't mind dealing with.

"No no no, don't leave! I mean, you don't have to leave, I'm not looking to be alone. I just wanted to get somewhere a little higher up then usual, you know?" Dick shrugged. "It's a thing."

"I understand the urge. I am relearning how to keep my footing, and needed something more challenging than what I've been using. I'm used to walking on walls almost as easily as floors- relearning to do what I did before has been an interesting challenge," he admits with a hint of sheepishness. "I never realized how often I was using walls instead of chairs until I had to do without being able to." Ceilings are only for when he genuinely wants to show off. Or there's limited ~~panel~~ floor space.

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OTA Come One, Come All

Mice are Fantastic (Not at All)

Love them they are cute!

They've almost killed Nida twice now

Nida-sicle :D

There literally was one at some point

And I MISSED it? For shame on me.

Well He Got Better.

Arrival/BODY SLAMS U

HAY GURL HAY

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roof time.

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da roof da roof da roof

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