Jan. 1st, 2025 10:35 am
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"Hey, you've reached Jason's phone, do your thing after the beep."


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dontvotemeout: (happy: laughing)
I figured I'd post this before sleeping, instead of trying to remember in the bleary hours of the morning and forgetting like usual. *halo* I am heading off to California until Sunday evening, to go to Disneyland! Okay, so, I'm actually going to Blizzcon, but it's being held next to Disney, so that counts, right? >.> I'll have tiny phone internets with me at all times because mmmm, addiction, and I'll be trying to ping into Homecoming things as I am able, so slowplay love is appreciated. :D
dontvotemeout: (blank: over my shoulder)
In exchange for getting to stay in Fandom for the summer, Jason had to agree to do some extra educational things for Bruce, and today, that meant going through a list of "classic" books that he needed to read in the next few months. Jason didn't understand the point of this - when was Jane Austen ever going to help him fight criminals? - but he also didn't want to get in trouble. At the moment, at least. Hopefully, some of the books wouldn't turn out to be as bad as he was imagining.

[Door and post are open!]
dontvotemeout: (happy: looking down and amused)
The island seemed to be back to its normal state, just in time for classes to go on as usual, of course. Luckily, Jason only had two classes today, and with nothing to fight at the moment, he had the whole evening to relax. Or, to sort of relax. Nico still hadn't turned back into a person, so Jason still had a hellhound puppy on his lap as he flipped through some comic books. He wasn't going to start worrying yet though. That would just be silly. Probably.

[For the puppy!]
dontvotemeout: (misc: sleeping)
When Jason first woke up, the only thing he was aware of at first was the feeling of Nico's body next to his in bed. Slowly though, more little things started to come to him, like the fact that the bed was a lot bigger than normal, and that he couldn't for the life of him remember how they'd ended up in bed in the first place. As Jason sat up a little, he tried to remember what he and Nico had done this weekend to end up in a hotel room, but nothing was coming to him at all.

Leaning over to Nico, Jason gave him a little shake. "Nico? Wake up," he said softly. Of course Nico would have the answers he wanted. He always had Jason's back, right?
dontvotemeout: (comic: dark profile)
The one good thing about the superhero showdown in Washington D.C. was that it quickly spread to every television station, which made breaking out of the hospital rather easy. Getting back into the Manor, on the other hand, was a little more complicated.

In which Jason does some traveling and then plays with some kids. Not dirty. )

[Dialogue and story - especially the cheesy lines - adapted from Legends #6. NFI, NFB, OOC okay, y'all know the drill by now!]
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For weeks now, the plan had been for Jason to go home to Gotham this weekend, while everyone else was dealing with their parents and friends on the island. So, when Bruce e-mailed Jason to tell him not to come home after all, and that he'd let him know when a better time for his visit would be, Jason knew that something serious was going on, and worse, he was being left out. There was no way he was going to let that happen, orders from Bruce or not, so he'd booked the first portal out of Fandom, hoping to arrive in Gotham in time to not miss anything good. Besides, Bruce had said not to come home over the weekend, so he was still following orders. Technically.

In which Jason gets in over his head. Oops. )

[Dialogue and story adapted from Legends #1 and #2. Warning: This post contains graphic violence. NFI, NFB, OOC okay!]
dontvotemeout: (happy: small smile)
Jason and Nico had had every intention of going on an actual date tonight. At least, that had been the plan until their evening out had been cut short by an angry waiter who didn't understand that people had offerings of food to make, and that the fire hadn't been that big, and the napkins they'd used to snuff the flames were already were already frayed so they would have had to throw them out anyway.

The new plan involved pizza and the safety of Jason's room, which Jason decided should have been their plan all along. "I didn't even want to go to Outback, to be honest. Nothing on the menu looked as good as pizza," he said, trying to make Nico feel better as they sat down on his bed.

[For one!]
dontvotemeout: (happy: small smile)
Even though there was a lot to do at the resort, Jason had decided to turn in early tonight and relax in his and Percy's room - as much as he could while it was his and Percy's room. He grabbed a book and his cell phone before getting settled on his bed and trying to relax. Before he could start reading, he had a call to make.

[For one!]
dontvotemeout: (blank: with backpack)
With only one class left between himself and spring break, Jason was taking some time to try to start packing. "Try" being the operative word there, since he'd never actually been to Hawaii, and didn't know what to pack. He knew how to pack light, and he knew how to pack for emergencies, so he was trying to combine those and make it all fit into one bag. So far, his plan was working well enough, but he wasn't sure how long that would last.

[Door and post are open!]
dontvotemeout: (blank: by graffiti)
Jason had woken up intending to have a nice, boring Sunday, but those plans had been set aside when he got a call from Bruce. He was going to have go to home in the next few weeks, and Bruce had a long list of things he wanted Jason to be ready for when he got back to Gotham. For now, that meant reading, so Jason was sprawled out on his bed, trying to absorb the information in front of him without falling asleep or skipping past the boring but necessary details to get to the good stuff.

[For that shadowy guy!]
dontvotemeout: (happy: uncertain smile)
Hey everyone!

With Valentine's Day almost upon us, the Student Council will once again be doing their flower selling fundraiser! (See here, here, and here for previous years.) Due to the events surrounding Valentine's Day, the flowers will be delivered on Friday, Febuary 11th, to coincide with the school's dance.

Carnations and roses are available in all colors and in any quantity. Flowers can be sent to anyone on the island, and can be sent from any character, including alumni and ex-pats. ICly, the flower orders will go through the Student Council (either in person or by e-mail for those who aren't local) and then on to Covent Garden Flowers, because Vida loves us all.

To make an order, leave a comment here with the following information by 11:59pm Eastern Thursday, February 10th:

Cut to not mess with anyone's flist! )

ETA: And now the comments are actually screened. *cough*
dontvotemeout: (blank: watching in profile)
After calling Bruce and filling him in on how things were going - some things, at least, and Bruce might have known he was leaving stuff out, but Jason was convinced that it would be worse to tell Bruce everything - Jason went downstairs to check up on Nico. He knew that the demigods had things to make themselves feel better when they got hurt, but Nico had been looking really bad after his fight with Percy, and Jason was, quite honestly, worried. It was a weird feeling, and one he wasn't going to share with anyone else. Maybe not even Nico.

When he got to the door, Jason knocked, and listened for the sounds of anyone being in the room.
dontvotemeout: (happy: almost smiling)
It had taken a few weeks, but Jason had finally come to terms with the fact that with Tim back in Gotham, his room was all his own. It was crazy to have so much space all to himself, and he knew he was probably tempting fate into giving him a roommate from the new kids coming in, but if everything in the room was his now, Jason was going to rearrange it all to look how he wanted. If he did end up with a new roommate, well, they'd just have to deal because he was here first. At least, that was how he was telling himself it would work as he moved things around.

[Door and post are open!]
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The one downside to Bruce knowing exactly what day it was in Fandom was that he was completely aware that Jason was going back before he needed to. There was a whole week of break left - almost another month in Gotham - and Jason easily could have stayed. But the truth was, he missed the island. He missed his friends, and just as much, he missed the independence he had here. He loved being Robin, there was no denying that, but sometimes, going back to following someone else's rules was hard, especially when that someone was Bruce Wayne.

After agreeing that he'd come home to Gotham again within the next few weeks, Bruce had agreed to let Jason head back to Fandom. He didn't have that much to pack - most of his Christmas presents had come in the form of clothes and money to buy modern things on the island - so that meant that when he got back to his room, he threw his bag down without bothering to unpack it. There'd be time for that later, and right now, he wanted to see if there was a position he could find on his bed that wouldn't make his latest set of bruises ache. If there was one thing that could be said about Fandom, at least he didn't get beaten up here as often.

[Door is closed, post is open!]
dontvotemeout: (comic: dark profile)
These days, Jason was used to being a little on the cold side. CuddlingSitting with Nico usually meant dealing with a chill, but Nico's temperature was nothing compared to the inside of this train car. Jason had tried to free his wrists from the ropes that were keeping him secure, but his struggling wasn't getting him anywhere. This was definitely not how he'd pictured his winter break going.

In which there is double teaming, daddy issues, and even more unconsciousness. )

[Dialogue and story adapted from Detective Comics #581. NFI, NFB, OOC okay!]
dontvotemeout: (comic: dark profile)
When Jason had arrived back in Gotham, it hadn't taken long to fall right back into his routine, as Bruce's ward and as Robin. Bruce had tested him as soon as he'd gotten back, both physically and scholastically (and boy was Jason glad he'd made the time to study his Russian, what with Bruce quizzing him on it in the damn car), and he seemed pleased with how Jason had been doing while he was away. They talked about school a little, sticking to the basics of how the classes were, and what he was planning on taking next semester, and Jason was grateful for that. If they started talking about his friends, they'd eventually get to talking about Nico, and Jason would have to try to lie - try being the operative word since really, there was no way to lie to the best detective in Gotham and get away with it.

In which there are copycats, unexpected doubles, and some trains. )

[Dialogue and story adapted from Detective Comics #580. NFI, NFB, etc.!]
dontvotemeout: (Default)
Happy holidays, Erin! Your present comes in two parts!

Read more... )
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After spending Friday night sleeping in the labyrinth, getting to crash in his bed last night had almost been a treat for Jason. He hadn't bothered setting an alarm for this morning, figuring that after dealing with groping hands and violent goblins he deserved to sleep in a little, so he hadn't been awake all that long even though the morning had long since passed. When he'd woken up, he'd found that fighting his way out with the others was finally taking its toll, and he was scratched up and sore enough that just staying in bed for a little while longer seemed like a great idea.



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