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wildestlogs2021-12-11 11:11 pm
the_hit_list) wrote in wildestlogs2021-12-11 11:11 pm
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Winter has come to lay too close beside me.
Who: Tim Drake, Elle, Lil Cato and/or Crowley
What: Just checking in
Where: Likely towards the edges of the encampment
When: Non-specific time post the big meeting pre-move
Warnings/Notes: None at this time.
Tim has been getting his feet back under him, if not the rug beneath them, after the spontaneous onset of powers. He is still spending most of this time at the fringe of the group, and never in a crowd, but that isn't overly abnormal for him. He only goes for big gatherings if he's drug by friends or forced by the circumstances of being Bruce Wayne's son. He is, at least, not quarantining in the woods or trying to excise the magic.
The meeting has left a bad taste in his mouth, though. For something that was meant to protect the interests of everyone at camp, the only concessions seem to have been made by people who did want formal group leadership, like Kon and himself, and then to have it present in a borderline fascist manner - which was the anti-leadership contingency had been scared of - seemed like a slap in the face that only he noticed. That neat packaging of "things that we all seem to agree on" very tidily sweeps away any opposing points of view or abstentions and repositions it as full ascent.
He is not in a great mood.
What: Just checking in
Where: Likely towards the edges of the encampment
When: Non-specific time post the big meeting pre-move
Warnings/Notes: None at this time.
Tim has been getting his feet back under him, if not the rug beneath them, after the spontaneous onset of powers. He is still spending most of this time at the fringe of the group, and never in a crowd, but that isn't overly abnormal for him. He only goes for big gatherings if he's drug by friends or forced by the circumstances of being Bruce Wayne's son. He is, at least, not quarantining in the woods or trying to excise the magic.
The meeting has left a bad taste in his mouth, though. For something that was meant to protect the interests of everyone at camp, the only concessions seem to have been made by people who did want formal group leadership, like Kon and himself, and then to have it present in a borderline fascist manner - which was the anti-leadership contingency had been scared of - seemed like a slap in the face that only he noticed. That neat packaging of "things that we all seem to agree on" very tidily sweeps away any opposing points of view or abstentions and repositions it as full ascent.
He is not in a great mood.