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fandomtownies2011-09-12 05:41 pm
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The Rooftops of the Warehouse District, Monday Night
So the weekend had been . . .
Well. Confusing was probably the best way to put it. She hadn't done anything particularly embarrassing herself, although everything at the wedding had been pretty upsetting, and the fact that all of it had just reset itselfshould seem oddly familiar was hard to wrap her brain around. She knew she should go talk to Tony, but she needed to clear her head first.
That was confusing, but getting out her grappling line and taking to the rooftops in costume? That was simple, and familiar, and comforting, and so tonight there was at least one Robin in the air above Fandom.
Aim, fire, launch. Building to building, cape streaming out behind her, the solid thump of her boots against the rooftops, the cool night air making her face tingle. This wasn't complicated; this felt right.
[OOC: Totally open if you're around the warehouse district! As always, Steph's actual identity NFB, please, so it's just Robin on the roof. :)]
Well. Confusing was probably the best way to put it. She hadn't done anything particularly embarrassing herself, although everything at the wedding had been pretty upsetting, and the fact that all of it had just reset itself
That was confusing, but getting out her grappling line and taking to the rooftops in costume? That was simple, and familiar, and comforting, and so tonight there was at least one Robin in the air above Fandom.
Aim, fire, launch. Building to building, cape streaming out behind her, the solid thump of her boots against the rooftops, the cool night air making her face tingle. This wasn't complicated; this felt right.
[OOC: Totally open if you're around the warehouse district! As always, Steph's actual identity NFB, please, so it's just Robin on the roof. :)]

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That was a horrible thought!
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At the moment. He'd meet one soon enough.
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He sold that one pretty well.
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"Well, that sounds like the Iron Man I know," he said, laughing with a bit of mirth.
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"He was dead?!"
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He needed a wikia for this.
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He was totally going to try and knock on the helmet like it was a door.
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