It was all a blur to Kon. A yellow blur, streaked red, commonly known as 'Bart'.

And when the blur cleared, Kon was watching leaves settle on what was probably a campus of some sorts -- school? What were they doing crossing dimensions just so they could hang out at some -- no. Because Bart was very absent -- Why had they crossed dimensions just so Bart could ditch him at a school?

There was a laugh, a very feminine laugh, and Kon looked up to see a group of girls glance at him and then snicker to themselves. Kon looked down, discovering that somewhere along the trip he'd acquired a cardboard sign around his neck, with the words 'free to a good home.' He automatically went to tug it lose, but a thought caught up to him and his hand stayed. Kon didn't think as fast as Bart, but he had a Luthor's intellect and Kryptonian reflexes and if that girl had laughed but not recognised him, either she'd been living in a media void the last month or this was not his world and Bart had bought him here to --

"Goddamnit," Kon said. He felt he was entitled.

-- shit.

Anyone seen Rumor? Last seen with blue hair, drinks a mean cup of coffee -- c'mon. She's got to be somewhere.

Okay, if you're reading this, I'm not here and / or you've got my PDA (if you're Robin One, I am so getting you back for this, you spiky little freak). Apparently people in this place get switched with others a lot, so. Think of this as a users-guide for this place, 'kay?

The stuff you need to know is password protected. Something I'm never without + person who gave it to me.

( [input password here. password must be exact.] )

[there are two voices, slightly muffled, one closer to the recorder than the other. You can work out which is which. PDA picks up mid-conversation.]

See? It's been hours and no singing. You can give me back my PDA any time now.

Not until I'm sure that you're not telling anyone about the 'My Way' incident.

Hey, I promise. Not one mention of Frank Sinatra will cross my lips -- of this I'm certain.

Careful. I have a partial recording of you doing Tiffany.

Weird Al. And that could be anyone.

Anyclone.

Hey! 'I think I'm a clone now' is a modern classic ... that I was singing completely against my will.

Right.

Augh, gimme my PDA.

Make me --

[-- and there ends the recording.]

( [private | unhackable.] )

[screened to Tim | unhackable]

Tim! You know Wayne is here, right? he said he'd talked to you already -- didn't know who you were but damn. How are you going to stop him working out you're Robin?

[/unhackable.]

Nnngh. Uh.

Ugh.

[the sound of movement, a sharp hiss of breath.]

Ow.

Feels like a building fell on me ...

What happened?

((say hi to OU: Superboy, here for the duration of the transformation plot!))

Hey, Cissie. I was wondering -- you doing anything?

Cissie, thanks. Didn't realise how much I needed that.

Everyone else: Dickens seriously needed an editor. Or at the very least, a word count. Seriously, you'd think the guy got paid by the word.

[Screened to Tim | unhackable.]

Hey, Tim? I apologised to Cissie and am done being a jerk, so you can go, ask her out now.

[/screened.]

[screened to Rumor | unhackable.]

It's been a while since I made you coffee. Want to meet up?

[Edit - added an hour or so later]

Are you mad at me? If I have to apologise, I will.

[Edited again, a few hours later. The above strikes have been erased.]

Okay, so you're kind of comaed now. Is my timing great or what?

Anyway, uh. Guess I'll be taking care of Reptilator while you're out.

[/screened to Rumor.]

PSA: Tim Masks Heroes People suck.

That is all.

((ooc: strikes legible only after a good amount of hacking, ie. very hard to read.))

That was some ride. I'm not sorry it's over. Think I was one of the few that managed to avoid the bad hallucinations though being on the other side of them wasn't fun at all. You guys all right? Also, Persephone. I -- think I owe you a coffee.

The quiet, sick guy in the apartment's gone -- his things vanished with him. Can't say I knew the guy enough to miss him but it's still weird. From now on, I guess it's just me and ... the other other guy.

What else? Knew there was something I wanted to say here. Hey, big fish -- it's been awfully quiet. You still here? We should catch up.

So -- still avoiding the red gas?

Tim, you got to get over here like now. Possibly traumatised Robins are so not my field.

I mean, hurry. I don't have a clue what to do here.

(ooc: forward dated to a couple of hours into the hallucination plot.)

Dear Tomatoes,

It's cool that you guys seem to be getting a jump on the evolution thing. I'm all in favour of people exploring their options and all of that. But hey, let's just get this clear from the start. Top of food chain? Me. Bottom of food chain: you guys. Sorry, but them's the breaks.

Yours sincerely,

Kon L. Luthor.



Rest of econtra: Does tomato come off sneakers? I like these shoes.

( [Private // hackable with effort.] )

So, Tim. My hair safe, or are you still holding a grudge?

I got a new coffee mug. There's a tree in the park, you should all go check it out. It's awesome.

Anyone wants coffee to christen theirs, I left a jug of coffee in the cafe. Help yourselves.

ETA: Just so you all know? Rumor rocks. Big time.

This is going out to all those medics out there. I'm in the market for someone either familiar with current medical practice or able to manufacture a very specific kind of medicine. Discretion a must. Hit me up here and I'll fill you in on the details if I think you've got what I'm looking for.

[screened to Tim // unhackable]

This is me, letting you know.

Hey, Quatre? I didn't forget about swimming. I've just got a bug, haven't exactly been up for much. Gonna wait this out in bed, I think.

And before anyone asks, no I don't need anything. Right after this I'm going to requisition a load of vitamin C or something, so don't fuss over me. I hate it when people fuss.

But if anyone wanted to bring me some new library books, I wouldn't say no.

( [private // unhackable.] )

I've been kind of preoccupied lately. But I guess that's nothing new. In a place where multiples of the same person exist, alternate worlds are run of the mill, and people from all walks of life show up are forced to share living space, existential crises must be a dime a dozen, right? And yeah, okay, I may be exaggerating there, but 'detailed self-examination' sounds too therapist, and 'moment of realisation' is way too after school special, and seriously, I hated Freaky Friday.

Enough about that, I got some catching up to do. I have a room-mate I've yet to meet -- how about it, dude? You know where I live -- and news to hear. Anyone want to fill me in? I'm not fishing for a distraction -- after all, I'd hate to miss something big.