[action] Around the garden and checking everything out...

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[He'd only been here for about a day and a half. Talking to the head instructor, dealing with filling out a class schedule, which meant he had to figure out what half of these classes even meant, and Tim was now ready to go out and explore.

Being pulled here after everything had happened, after a father figure disappearing and a best friend dying, he wasn't sure what to expect from all this. It was tempting to stay in his new dorm room and not care for right now what was going on, but that's not what Robin would do.

So he set out to look around. He didn't expect to find anyone he might know here, and that was fine with him.

Taking a closer look at some of the classrooms was pretty cool, though.]

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[Lunchtime couldn't have come soon enough! Cissie can't help grinning as she swings her bag across her shoulders - and just narrowly avoids brushing against Tim. Of course, the sight of a familiar face makes her step back and take a good look at him again.]

... Tim? Is that really you?

[After that fiasco with Kon-who-was-not-really-Kon, it never hurt to make sure.]

I saw nothing!

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[Tim took a step back, surprise apparent on his face. One of the last people he had expected to see here...]

Cissie? What are you doing here? [When was the last time he'd seen her? It wasn't recent.]

excellent! ♥

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[Oh god, it is! Cissie immediately throws her arms around him for a hug. It'd been way too long.]

The same as you, I'd think. [lets go and gives him a sheepish smile] Got thrown into this world through "Time Compression" and then got told to go to school?

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[Ah, hugs! Another thing he forgot, and he stays tense for a moment before letting out a breath of air in relief, letting himself relax. He's grinning when she pulls away.]

That is what they told me. I didn't expect to see anyone from back home here, though. How long have you been here?

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It'll be about... [counts on her fingers and stares at them in slight shock] three months now? Wow. But I've only had classes for three weeks thanks to how the schedule being crazy. When'd you get in?

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[ Claire doesn't seem to notice Tim at first, right as she's just about to leave her MOV101 classroom; she's a little strained right now to say the least, which means that her general level of attentiveness is... noticeably lower than what it might usually be.

Unfortunately, that also means she's quite a bit jumpier, though, audibly gasping when she catches sight of him, stiffening all at once, and-- then suddenly smoothing out, abruptly the picture of cool and collected once more. It's a bit uncanny. ]

... Looking for something?

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[He was just walking by, but trained reflexes caught the look at him, as well as the gasp. He turned to look at her questioningly, giving a small smile. A safe smile. Just a normal kid in a not normal situation.]

I was just checking this place out.

[subjected]

You're a new cadet?

[ She pauses, definitely not hiding the fact that she's studying him now, shifting her weight and the short stack of paper folders in one arm. No recognition, though. Not that that means much here, but... she does try to make a point of remembering those she runs into. ]

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I guess so. I just arrived here yesterday.

[He studies her in return, but Tim has always hidden everything he has felt. Hiding the fact that he was analyzing her like a computer would was something he didn't talk about.]

I'm Tim Drake, it's nice to meet you.

[subjected]

[ Well, that definitely qualifies as 'new.' She just gives a simple nod at the introduction. ]

Instructor Claire Farron. [ And probably one of the hardest 'reads' around, aside from that slight slip a few seconds ago. It's apparent she watches herself pretty carefully... particularly right now. There isn't really a simple way to ease into the next question- ] Are you an 'off-worlder?'

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[Boxing class could not come soon enough. Every second he had to be near his "classmates," Damian's urge to punch something rose. Though listening to Bronson go on wasn't much better, at least he yammered in an environment that encouraged beating the hell out of something. If he was lucky, he could even take a few swings at the man himself.

So when he saw Drake strolling down the halls examining everything like a poor man's version of his father, Damian wondered if he was delusional. Surely that wasn't the real Drake, but merely a manifestation of his frustration. After all, he did enjoy pretending the bag was Drake's head...

But no, that was actually him, the annoying little gnat, in the flesh. Why must he ruin everything?]

Drake.

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[Oh dear god, what was this? The headache that had started this morning when he woke up in the still same strange area. Of all the people who could be here, it was the one who would make his life hell.

Well, he'd have to keep playing the game they'd started awhile ago.]

Damian. When did you get here?

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I should be asking you the same question.

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[His lips turn into a small, twisted sort of smile.]

I arrived here yesterday.

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Then I have you beaten by several weeks.

[No, everything is not a competition with him. WHy are you looking at him like that?]

oh here we go...

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[Conner was just leaving his INT 101 class, the door sliding open, when he stops short at seeing Tim-- or rather almost bumping into him.]

--hey- watch it.

[Really, doesn't ANYONE in this place watch where they're walking?]

oh man /sob

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[Usually he's so attentive to where he's walking, but without any previous knowledge of the area, it was like walking around in NYC when he was so used to Bludhaven.]

Sorry, I'm still...learning...

[Tim's mouth falls slightly open, eyes widening a fraction as he sees who it actually is. His voice is a whisper.]

Kon?

poor guy :c

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Conner.

[What was this, the fourth time now?]

bawww best friend whyyyy

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Conner. Right, sorry, I was just... so surprised.

[And Tim is rarely surprised. And he rarely, if not ever, does what he does know; throw his arms around the other boy with a grin.]

You're alive!

:c besties already look at that, mgann will be so proud

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[The hug throws him off; that blond-haired girl from days ago was the only one he's known to have ever done that, impulsively hug him. Not even M'gann's hugged him.

Conner tenses up exactly as he had with her and then immediately goes to step back or step out of the odd embrace. At the same time his hands push at Tim's shoulders, putting that needed distance between them, frowning.]

...You're surprised that I'm alive? I never died. I have always been alive, for the past five months.

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[Bart is on his way back from lunch to his next class, so he's actually going relatively slow for once through the Garden. This doesn't mean he doesn't take the time to study his surroundings closely as he takes his incredibly slow stroll through the halls. He has to do a double-take, but at one point, he spots Tim among the other students. Immediately, he runs over to him, excited.]

Tim! You are Tim, right? [His meeting with not-Kon hadn't gone too well, so he can't help but hope this is his Tim but with nicer hair.]

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[How could he not notice that shock of red hair? Tim just stopped, eyes widening for a moment as he found himself unable to breathe for a moment.

Bart was here. He was alive. Holy shit, but this place was an experience.]

Bart? [Voice going just a little louder then a whisper, and then he throws his arms around the other kid with a grin.]

You're here!

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[Awesome! Hugging was actually what he was planning on doing next, but Tim beat him to it. Bart returns the hug tight enough to lift Tim off of his feet for a few seconds.]

You know who I am. This is great!

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[Oh, he forgot about that. Guess who hasn't been hanging out with metas lately.]

You're... [Alive. Maybe not the right thing to say.] I can't believe you're here!

[He pulls back to look at him.] I haven't seen you in a long time.

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[Bart takes another look at his hair. And Tim's...taller than him?] You look different. This must be a time travel thing. Or Time Compression thing, I guess.