gingerspeedster | Joint Post with Dick - Backdated to last night

[ The video comes on mysteriously, seemingly unattended. How odd... No it isn’t. It’s Wally’s evil plan. The camera is pointed at a familiar pair, Dick and Wally sitting on Dick’s couch. The reason for this post? Well... ]

--the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive!

IT’S THE-- EYE OF THE TIGER, IT’S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT!
RISING UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS!
AND THE LAST KNOWN SURVIVOR STALKS HIS PREY IN THE NIGHT,
AND HE’S WATCHING US ALL IN THE EEEEYE--- OF THE TIGER.

Face to face, out in the heat...
Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry.
They stack the odds 'til… Wally are you recording this?

What? No. Why?

[Dick comes over to investigate the journal. Wally snatches it up before Dick has the chance to confirm that it’s on and turns off... the video feed. Audio is still streaming. ]

See? It’s not on.

Wally, come on. I saw the light on. [ >| ]

You’re just seeing things. See, this is why you need me to cheer you up. You’re so down you’re starting to hallucinate.

I don’t need you to help me cheer up, who says I need cheering up? I’m fine. Just give me the journal.

Mentally healthy people don’t hallucinate.

I’m not hallucinating, what did you post?

...You’ll thank me when you hit the big time! [ /RUNS AWAY ]

[ A few seconds later, at a safe distance- ]

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was our very own Dick Grayson! Save your applause, he can’t hear it from here. I hope.

[No, he is, in fact, fuming in his room and plotting revenge. After, of course, he deals with the fallout. How is this possibly more embarrassing than getting drunk?]

[ooc | Red = Wally, Blue = Dick, Purple = Both ]

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[This crazy alien bastard here? He doesn't verbally respond, no. He goes to get his spoons so he can try to play the song on them. And then comes the verbal response.]

You had to choose one of the difficult ones, didn't you?

... Well, I'm impressed.

As am I? [With himself? With Dick's performance! It's hard to decide.] No reason to be embarrassed if you were enjoying yourself!

I just generally prefer it if my goofing around wasn't broadcasted all over the network.

I firmly believe a man who can indulge his humour will always be underestimated. Which is by and large a good thing.

I'm not entirely unfamiliar with the concept.

What's that?

Spoons! I can't play the recorder anymore. I lost that knack a whole five lives ago.

How long is five lives ago?

...Five lives ago. I'm not quite sure, really. Five hundred Earth years?

Then I guess it's no wonder you don't remember how to play.

I knew automatically while I was in that particular body, just as I knew how to play the spoons when I entered into this one.

I have no idea why this occurs.

It's a weird instrument to know how to play.

So is a moonshine jug. Though I'm determined to learn how before I leave this boat. [If he leaves this boat.]

Do we really have moonshine jugs on board?

I have some in my TARDIS.

However, they're now lacking their contents so I've little else to use them for.

Using them for music is probably just about as good as anything else.

Joint Post with Dick - Backdated to last night

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