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[teenwonder]

[There's no reason to celebrate birthdays in a place like Luceti. It's just another indicator that something's gone terribly wrong and there's reason to mark another year older that may or may not count if the legends are true and ages revert once people return home. If this is all a virtual reality simulation, then birthdays matter less. The passage of time can't be trusted any more than anything else can. So even though Robin's having a birthday today, he has no intention of acknowledging it.

He'll follow his standard routine instead: After waking up at sunset, he'll prop open the journal and let it play through the audio messages posted through the day while he showers, followed by a review of his other surveillance equipment. He'll take another glance over the responses to that unsettling Joker transmission from yesterday, hoping there'll be an extra clue or bit of evidence that will lead them closer to finding him. Barring any leads or suspicious activities, he'll shadow that Artemis girl for a while, mostly because she seems entirely okay and that's reason enough to suspect her.

Is your character a nocturnal sort? He or she might encounter a Robin on a rooftop. Or perhaps elsewhere. He might not be available to those seeking him, but that won't stop him from finding others. What kind of nighttime activity is occupying Luceti tonight? Loitering around the fountain? Clandestine nighttime transactions? The odd damsel in need of a late-night escort? Robin's hoping to find at least some action tonight.]

Comments

Action. At some point late in the day.

[thisismylife]

[He's good, she'll give him that. Actually, she suspects he spends a lot more time trailing her than she actually picks up on - which is more than a little creepy, but he's Robin and it's not like she can shoot him.

...Maybe just shoot at him a bit.

Her fingers twitch, but she doesn't have her bow with her, because she'd been going for dinner, not out to shoot doppelgangers with apparently way too much free time on their hands. Because really? She could think of a lot more interesting things to be doing right now.

Instead, she huffs out a frustrated sigh and calls out to seemingly nothing.]

I know you're up there, you know.

action; night

[chirpchirp]

[there is a person up on the rooftop.

that seems dangerous.

the traveler stops and looks up at the rooftop and Robin, leaning its head back to stare at him.

why is he up there?

....he should get down from there before he hurts himself]

♬

[markofthebrave]

[This damsel isn't really in need of an escort. But she was right there, out in the open by the river. Bundled up, sure, but this was the only time Katara had to herself recently. What else would she do with it other than practice?]

[Action]

[savedtheworld]

[Aang is the opposite of the nocturnal sort. But he is totally ready to rock the nighttime scene to celebrate the birth of his brother from another timeline. At some point in the evening, he stumbles towards the community house, with the mistaken assumption that Robin is home. In one hand? A large pizza box. Under his other arm? A present box. Robin's birthday, prepare to be rocked.]

[tomodachi]

[Night life is great! ...Well actually it's kind of boring if none of your other friends are around, but you find ways to entertain yourself with something when you have abnormal sleeping habits from everyone else. So, rather than being at home tonight like a normal kid might be, this guy appears to be practicing cartwheels or something...on a rooftop. At night.

...We swear we have a reason to be doing this, but otherwise he only seems vaguely concerned about safety as far as living to see his next birthday goes...]

[curiositykills]

[Oh, Dick. It's cute if you think no one else is going to acknowledge your birthday. Especially Jason. This little bird is always down with reasons to celebrate. It's a thing that happens when you don't usually have many reasons to celebrate at all.

Of course, birthday or no birthday, Jason's out anyway. Gotta keep an eye out for creepy clowns and all, you know? Normally, he'd be cool with letting Dick do his own thing, but since today's kind of special, he might be trying to look for him. By sneaking up on him, obviously. Even if he fails, though, he's sure he'll run into him eventually, if only back at the apartments.

He doesn't expect Dick to be in the best mood no matter when he finds him, all things considered, but he doesn't care too much, either. It's his birthday, after all.]

[earl_of_memphis]

[Ion is very much the nocturnal type. It's the only time he doesn't have to worry about the sun, so he can walk around without a cape, and hood blocking his view. He isn't doing very much. Staring at the sky mostly as he just walks around, just not looking at where he's going.]

ooc: sorry for this! Let me know if there's a problem!

[evilfierybluebird]

[Marco is chilling out the rooftop of CH3, a large pirate flag hanging behind him. He finishes off a bottle of sake and then suddenly moves with an alarming speed in Robin's direction, a shard of glass threateningly close to Robin's throat.]

I wouldn't do that if I were you matey. [The better question is probably "do what," really. wtf is this guy's problem anyway?]

[first_darkness]

What are you doing?

[ Being up here on the roof with Saten all sneaky-like, except it's impossible to be sneaky-like around her when there's enough ambient light to cast even the most subtle shadow.

She doesn't get many people up here at this time of night. ]

[greenjacketed]

[ darkness is no excuse for shoddy shooting. sharpe is out behind the barracks, where he's lined up a series of shielded lanterns at the forest's edge. with their glow so muffled, they are only dim presences among the shadows. and, still, the rifleman crouches a fair two hundred (maybe two-fifty) paces away. he draws back the heavy hammer and raises the gun to his shoulder, carefully training one lantern in the rifle's stubby foresight.

the barrel barks a cracking report, higher-pitched than a musket's cough. smoke wreathes sharpe's head but even still he watches the lantern explode in a miniature ball of lamp oil and flame. he smiles. and he understands that his night-time shooting will likely bring attention down on him, but he doesn't mind. he's doing nothing wrong. ]

[Action]

[toujoursfluer]

[Have another Robin walking home from the library after a long weary night. She seems alert if not particularly afraid. As if expecting someone to come at her from the shadows. Yet even so she is taking her time]