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[So... this was different. As much as he was more or less used to dealing with other-dimensional weirdness, Dick Grayson had never actually woken up in another dimension with no memory of how he got there, with a box on his chest. He took his time going through the things in the box and the cavern in general, as much as he could, once he had verified that he was alone there; He was grateful for the information, even if the situation was bizarre enough to ramp up his anxiety in a very different way from, say, fighting a super-villain.

According to the holographic woman, there was no way home from here, at least not that they knew of. At least I'm not in costume, he thought, though he was relieved to have it on him at least, just in case. He didn't know what kind of world this was, and whether they would know who he was, or who Nightwing was, after all. He'd just have to sit tight, try to find a way out, and trust that, if he couldn't find a way out, someone from his dimension would find a way to get to him. Easier said than done, sure, but it could have been worse.

Sort of.

Getting out of the cavern helped, at least. The bright sunlight warmed his hands and face, where he had gone cold as the initial adrenaline of waking up in a new place had begun to fade. He knew he had to keep moving, or else he was going to start worrying, and that wasn't productive. So he got out the phone and started a public video, angling the camera for a decent view.

Viewers would see a handsome young man with an ambiguous skintone, bright blue eyes and black hair that's just long enough to get unruly. He smiled uncertainly, trying to look non-threatening.]

I don't know how often people end up here, but.. hi. I'm new. [Did he just wave at the camera with his free hand? Yes, he did.] I'm Dick. Anybody have any pointers for where to go from here, besides the free lodging?

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[Pffffft. 'Dick.' She usually doesn't care too much about the new people who show up, especially if they look like clean-cut goodie jocks who are way too okay with this situation.]

[But he said his name was Dick. And though Allie rarely smiles much in this place, she's fighting the twitches at the corners of her mouth so, so hard right now.]

You, uh...I didn't quite catch that. W-what's your name again?

[Snrk. Allie Stoklasa: Twenty years old, currently acting more like she's ten. ~~Not literally, she is not affected by this event.~~]

[In retrospect, he probably should have expected this. It definitely wasn't the first time someone had thought his name was the funniest thing in the room - it probably wasn't even in the top 100. But he heaved a sigh and flashed a long-suffering smile anyway.]

Dick Grayson. [He let a beat pass before adding,] It's short for "Richard". Always thought "Chard" would be a sillier nickname. And you are?

[Good job, now she's considering calling him 'Chard' in the future. At least he can roll with her immaturity, so her opinion remains in a higher part of neutral.]

Allie. And if you call me 'alley cat' you're gonna get stuck bein' called somethin' a lot worse.

[She puts her fist against her cheek, regarding him thoughtfully for a few seconds.]

Okay, so I'm guessin' you've seen some shit if you're this relaxed, and I'm gonna make it a little easier for ya. See any Easter eggs lyin' around? Don't touch 'em. If you do, somethin' stupid'll happen.

[Dick smiled at that, resolving to call her 'Alleycat' at some point in the future when she least expected it. He was contrary like that, and on face value he liked her so far, which made it more likely.]

Worse than 'Chard'? [There's a lilt of half-laughter to his tone, and he raises an eyebrow, but clearly in good humor.

Her advice sobers him a little, but he's still relaxed when he responds.] Easter eggs, huh? I can't say I've dealt with poisoned Easter eggs specifically before, but I was always taught never to take candy from strangers. What kind of stupid something happens? [Yeah, he's not fazed. Probably because 'poisoned Easter eggs' sounds like something the Joker would come up with on any given Thursday.]

Yeah, dickhead, worse than Chard.

[Despite her crass words, there's no real heat or venom there. He's turning out to not be as bad as she thought he'd be.]

Didn't say they're poisoned, but who knows, they might be. I guess someone might be dumb enough to stuff one in their mouth.

[Her shoulders lift in a half-hearted shrug.]

Uh, let's see...people switchin' bodies with someone else, turnin' into a kid, ugly-ass hair, or havin' an evil twin runnin' around ruinin' your good name.

[She squints at him, then smirks.]

Or not-so-good name, I guess.

Hard to imagine. [He takes it with good humor - he's heard a lot worse from people who he knows genuinely care about him, and he knows what it sounds like when someone means an insult. Some people just communicate that way.

The information about the eggs stumps him for a moment, and he thinks about it for a moment before responding.] Well, that's a new one for me, but it doesn't sound that far-fetched I guess. That kinda thing.. happens where I'm from. I'll definitely make sure to steer clear - thanks for the warning.

[Her comment about his name gets a mock-cross expression. He's not offended, but he can put on a show of pouting before he laughs.] Hey, I've got a perfectly good name. Not my fault other people think it's hilarious.

The hell? This stuff is normal? What kinda shitty world do you come from?

[Her brow darkens. Answers her question about why he was reacting so calmly to being freaking kidnapped and dumped onto some alien world with a bunch of spirits and shit.]

Okay, well...I haven't been here all that long, so I can't help you out much. But if you promise not to turn into one of these domesticated idiots who decides to put down roots just because there's nothin' better to do, I'll keep in touch if I find any clues about how to get outta here.

[The question prompts a shrug.] If you've ever heard of Gotham.. it's pretty normal there. Or at least you get used to it, I guess.

[Putting down roots. Now there was a proposition he wanted very little to do with. Sure, he knew he would have to play nice with this world as best he could until he could leave, but he had no intention of just staying and being okay with that.

If his concerns show on his face, he tries to wipe them away with a thin smile, looking away from the phone a little towards the surrounding buildings.] I would appreciate that. I don't plan on staying here - I have to get back home. And if there's anything I can do to help, to get us back where we belong, let me know.

[She shrugs again. Whether DC Comics are a thing in her world or not, she hasn't ever really been in any families that were into that kind of thing, and Jin was all about the anime. She's behind the times as far as pop culture goes. Even so, his response nudges her opinion of him up from neutral to 'pretty okay.']

Yeah, same. My original plan kinda went down the crapper, so I gotta figure out where to go from here. People talk 'bout the barriers all the time, that they're up for our protection. Not sure if I believe it or not.

[Doesn't matter. She has no idea how to break through something like that.]

Uh, what else... I mean, the egg thing and not touchin' 'em is pretty much all you gotta worry about right now, but Everglade is full'a creeps and assholes. Don't go in there unless you're okay dealin' with vampires and shit.

[Dick looks thoughtful for a moment at that, and his tone is still easy, but more measured.] It might be worth looking into. Barriers can divide dimensions, universes too. And whoever - or whatever - brought us here probably doesn't want us getting out. So it's not going to be easy, whatever the way is.

[He makes a mental note of her warning, and nods.] Yeah.. I'll stay out of there. Thanks. Vampires are a little bit outside my area of expertise. This place - um, Genessia City. It's pretty safe, though?

Huh. No shit.

[She sounds mildly impressed at his knowledge of barriers. A few weeks back she would have accused him of talking out his ass, but she's seen enough around here to know that's a real possibility. Besides, he doesn't sound like he's trying to pull a fast one. What good would it do him?]

Yeah, I guess so. 'Bout the same level of crime you'd get anywhere else, accordin' to the papers. Someone kills someone else, they get a bounty on 'em and that's pretty much that. I think there's some place 'round here you can buy guns if you need to defend yourself.

[Something she needs to look into, the need just hasn't arisen yet, so she's procrastinating.]

[His knowledge of barriers is pretty limited, but you pick things up when other dimensions or universes try to cross over into yours on a fairly regular basis. He just hopes it might be enough knowledge to be useful, instead of just hindering him with false expectations.

He listens patiently, and nods when she's finished speaking.] That doesn't sound too bad, at least. I don't think I'll need a gun if it's mostly normal crime around here. [Well, normal for a city that isn't Gotham. If the crime here were "Gotham normal"... he still wouldn't buy a gun, because that just isn't what he does, but he wouldn't blame anybody else.]

Prob'ly not.

[He looks athletic. He can probably football tackle any troublemakers, she's not that worried about him.]

Anythin' else, or should I leave you to it?

I think I'm off to a good start. [He smiles, relaxed tone coming back to his voice as he veers away from thinking of the specifics of getting out of this place.] Thank you for the help. I really appreciate it.

...Oh, uh...no prob.

[She blinks stupidly at the camera. Someone isn't used to being thanked for anything, and Allie isn't entirely sure how to respond to that. Not that she's usually eloquent to begin with, but... Well, she doesn't smile back, but she isn't defensive or hostile. So there's that.]

See ya.

[He doesn't immediately cut out the video, instead telling her,] Let me know if there's anything I can help with. Especially if it means getting home. I'll see you around. [She seems to him like she might need a friend, and if they can help each other get out of this place.. well, all the better. He cuts the video there, though, instead of prolonging the goodbyes.]

[She's left staring at the blank screen for a long time, thinking things over. They've got the same goals, and that's good. Is he really that dependable, though?]

[...Huh. Dick isn't such a dick after all.]

[Snrk.]

[She stuffs the communicator in her pocket before standing up and heading out. Allie just hopes the welcome wagon that's bound to come rolling in all smiles and rainbows doesn't lull him into a sense of lazy compliance.]

[Terra is sitting in the greenhouse behind the flower shop when she hears the voice over her phone. She pauses in her work and flicks on the video to see the face of the cities newest arrival.]

Hello, my name is Terra. [She shifts and brushes the dirt from her fingers before she continues.] I was directed to the welcome center to find work when I first arrived. [Though that also hadn't worked well for Terra.]

What is it that you want to find first?

[It varies from person to person; everyone has their own priorities.]

If you have questions, the Schnee Company should be able to answer many of them.

[ Very calm answer from a very small person! Blond hair, sailor suit, and either he's a kid in a spooky doll costume or he's... not a kid in a spooky doll costume. ]

And apparently everyone who isn't a child is expected to find work. They'll kick you out of your room in the Commons in a month.

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