controlledvariable: (Batgirl -- just like flying)
(ง︡'-'︠)ง ([personal profile] controlledvariable) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2012-08-24 04:55 am

Don't run away. 'cause that's the deal with it

Characters: Stephanie Brown and you! Also Brandon I guess.
Location: Earth Sector, Metal Sector, everywhereelse Sector.
Situation: A day in the life! Feel free to pick from one of the many places mentioned in the log, if you want, you can put time/place in the header!
Warnings/Rating: Vague references to physical/sexual child abuse.


Life is weird.

Steph tries to keep that in mind as she deals with her new existence in Tu Vishan. She's met aliens, she's travelled to magical dimensions to punch witches, and she knows people who have travelled through time, but somehow none of that compares to the current situation. A city on the back of a giant turtle is just taking it one step too far, and when the hostility of the locals is added on top of that, Steph ends up spending her first night sleeping underneath her bed, with the blankets pulled down with her like a nest. It's a coping method she developed when she was eleven, and this is the first time she's had to do it since coming back from Africa. But she manages to sleep without dreaming, so it's worth it.

Upon waking the next day, she resolves not to let the fear and weirdness get to her. It's a hostile environment, but she spent most of her life living in a hostile environment, and at least now she has allies (friends might be pushing it) in the form of Bruce and Damian, and she's going to work on befriending the other superheroes that have been brought here. If the Kedan turn against them en masse, she'll be ready, but until then she's not going to let fear control her.

The first thing she decides to do is shopping. She's already bought one set of clothes, but she'll need at least one more, and probably a set of shoes that aren't her Batgirl boots. Being in the Earth sector makes that a easier, what with the fact it's a textiles based area and she spends a few hours in the morning walking through shops, finding the cheapest places to pick up what she needs, and then lingering at the more expensive places over nice fabric and sewing machines. Logically, she knows she can't afford to splurge on a machine before she gets a job, but that doesn't stop her wanting one; in the end she just buys needles and assorted thread, hand-sewing will take longer and won't look quite as nice, but she'll survive.

When she passes a little stationary shop, she goes in to buy a notebook and some pens. For all her training, Steph has little experience in maintained fake identities, and she doesn't want to risk getting caught out in a lie by anyone here. Her best bet is to keep everything written down, in code of course, so that she can keep track of the identity she's building for herself in the city.

Her next stop is a market in the Water Sector - after someone in one of the clothes shops recommended it to her, and after a rather considerable walk - to pick up some basic foodstuffs. It's not often she only buys groceries for a single person, and the thought hits her with a wave of homesickness. She treats herself to some chocolate in between buying serious items like bread and vegetables, and spends the rest of her time at the market popping pieces of the confectionary into her mouth and trying to decide if it tastes that different from chocolate back home. (The results are inconclusive; she'll have to buy more later to test again). When she's done, she runs the expense of hiring a small rickshaw so that she doesn't have to trek all the way back to her suite.

By the time night falls, she's ready to go out again, dressed in the black lycra underlayers of her Batgirl costume, and the hooded cloak she made herself during the day.

For the first time in a very long time, Steph goes dumpster diving. It's something she learnt a long time ago out of necessity, and with the city the way it is right now, after the attempted executions, she wants to get back into practice, and to search out the best spots in Keeliai. If push comes to shove, she wants to know where she can get food for free, and she wants to know before she gets desperate. It rankles a little that she has to, and she does her best to stick to the shadows and stay hidden, out of fear that another "foreigner" will spot her; she's seen how quickly people's opinions can change when they discover someone is willing to eat discarded food. (She has a lot of arguments about how it can be perfectly sanitary and actually nice if people know where to look, but she wishes it wasn't necessary).

She doesn't take anything, because it's going to be a long night, and she doesn't want to be carrying food around for it, but it settles her nerves to find a few good spots. Restaurants and grocers are always fairly reliable when it comes to throwing out edible food, as are bakeries, though often she's found those donate their leftovers to shelters, because while a self-respecting baker won't sell day old bread, there's actually nothing wrong with it. She could go around her neighbourhood in less than hour and come home with a few days worth of meals for herself and her mom, but it takes her longer in Keeliai, despite the fact she sticks only to the Earth sector for the first night.

After around two and a half hours, she brings out her grapple gun and moves on to more general reconnaissance. It's rare for her to work anywhere but Gotham, where she grew up, the streets that she knows like the back of her hand, so she knows that learning the lay of the land in Keeliai is important. As much as she hates to admit it, even to herself, she could be trapped for a long time, and it's going to be vital to be able to navigate through the city quickly and easily.

In moments of freefall, where the wind rushes past her before she catches herself with her line, Steph is confident she can survive this.
withoutaworld: (walking up to the edge and jumping)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2012-08-31 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Rikki laughs and throws her a teasing salute in response to the warning before she backs up just a little to get a running start and springs easily across the street. This time, she manages to land neatly and without nearly stumbling off the roof, and as soon as she catches her balance, she offers her hand to shake.

"I'm Nomad. Are you new here, or have I just missed running into you until now?"
withoutaworld: (walking up to the edge and jumping)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2012-09-01 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Huh. Interesting choice of a name, and it makes Rikki frown for a moment while she considers it. Some identities, like Captain America or Spider-Girl, are easy enough to explain. Others - like hers - have baggage, and she gets the feeling this is one of those times when she should maybe not ask.

"Spoiler. Nice to meet you. I feel like I should be keeping a list of all the costumed people running around here, there's so many of us. Not that I mind - it reminds me of home more than anything else here, and either there's a distinct lack of supervillains, or they're all behaving themselves for now."

She flashes Spoiler a quick smile at that last comment. Does she have any proof she's not a supervillain? No. But she'd like to give her fellow kidnappees the benefit of the doubt.

"I've been here since we first started showing up here. Almost a month ago now..."
withoutaworld: (you know I'll be flying blind)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2012-09-03 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh..."

She pauses for a moment, rubbing at the back of her neck uneasily. So far, she's kept what the Emperor told her to herself, other than informing Steve and Bucky, and she's been trying really hard not to think about the whole thing. Steve will know what to do, it's not her problem anymore, she doesn't have to sit around brooding about her chances of surviving whatever they're supposed to be doing here... but it's not exactly fair to keep it from the other costumed types running around here. And if she's going to directly ask...

"More than a theory, actually. Turns out we're not exactly here by accident. Which I guess really isn't such a surprise, but I got confirmation from the Emperor, so..."
withoutaworld: (when you're willing to fight)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2012-09-08 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
Rikki blows out a disgusted sigh, glowering in the direction of the palace like maybe she can sense Rikki's resentment. She probably can't, but man, Rikki is not happy with that woman and her selfish, high-handed crap. She could at least be a little ashamed for kidnapping them, let them know what they're supposed to be dying for, but no. That would be too easy.

"She does," she mutters darkly. "There's something we're supposed to save them from, or fight, or whatever, but she wouldn't tell me what it is." She looks back to Spoiler, and smiles a little. "She's kind of a jerk."
withoutaworld: (I have been fighting the good fight)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2012-09-09 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, pretty much." Rikki smiles a little at the fact that Spoiler seems to share her opinion about the whole thing - not that many people would exactly be happy with the news. "Apparently the free lodging and the locals'... gratitude is supposed to be incentive enough for us."

She runs her hand through her hair, grimacing a little. That's the problem with abducting a bunch of heroes to help you, though. It doesn't matter if the circumstances are unfair, if they didn't have a choice in all of this. There are people here who deserve to be protected, whatever their emperor's done, and Rikki knows that she, at least, is going to be doing just that in the end.
withoutaworld: (I'm no heroine; not last time I checked)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2012-09-10 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I'm definitely finding it a comfort," she snorts. "Maybe they should've stuck to kidnapping people who're dead back home. At least we actually owe them something..."
withoutaworld: (I'm no heroine; not last time I checked)

[personal profile] withoutaworld 2012-09-11 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Rikki sighs softly, looks at her sidelong for a long moment, and then shrugs her shoulders in a loose, casual gesture that's starting to become a habit, like it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter.

"Yeah. We. Or me, anyway." She swallows hard, scrubbing awkwardly at her forehead with one hand. "And... I don't know. 'Cause saving someone's life, that's kind of the big, 'indebted for life' sort of deal. Bringing someone back from the dead is going above and beyond. And it's okay, it's just... not really fair to the rest of you who still had your own battles to fight."