First case.

[dorkwonder]

[As soon as Tim found himself suddenly transported to a strange new place, he scurried over to a shadow and began to gather intel. Wherever he went, a journal appeared at the area he was inspecting. After awhile he realized it was the same journal appearing over and over. So, he finally picked it up and began to read through it. The entries gave him a decent idea of what was going on. Combing the entries with the view of the sky made it obvious he was no longer on Earth. Tim was no stranger to the multiverse. He knew that the name “Wayne” was recognized in some of the alternative Earths.

When Tim finally dictates an entry of his own, his voice comes out sounding nervous and awkward. Instead of introducing himself as Tim Drake, the ward of multi-billionaire Bruce Wayne, he's Alvin Draper; confused high-school student.]

Okay, so I know there's the whole “be careful what you wish for”, but this is kind of overkill. And by “kind of”, I mean completely. I just wanted to get out of my Calculus test! A fire alarm or sneeze attack would have worked.

[His voice sounds increasingly nervous as he speaks.]

So, uh, my name is Alvin Draper and I'm not from around here. I don't even know if I'm from the same world as this place. This is what I get for wishing I was in all of those sci-fi novels I've read, huh? Ahaha. Seriously, I never going to wish for anything again. Anyway, um, if anyone could let me know what's going on here and how I get back home, that would be great. Thanks.

[ooc: Just as a side note, since Tim's father is in a coma and not dead in his memories, he currently thinks he's the ward of Bruce Wayne and not his adopted son.]

Comments

Tim

[secondchances]

[It's been a weird night, and apparently it's about to get weirder.

The voice is off, but it's recognizable to her. The name confirms it. She actually has to slam her journal shut so she doesn't blurt out his REAL name, because if he's going by Alvin, he's being extra careful.

Once she's got it under control, she opens the journal, starts a filter, and tries again.]

Tim? Or is this really some guy named Alvin Draper and I'm talking to myself?

[Kara and Tim within the same month? It's almost too good to be true, even if Tim being back brings conflicting feelings. If he's from a bad time (which, let's face it--that's most of the time), then life could be very complicated now.]

Steph.

[dorkwonder]

[Of course Steph would be the first person who responds in a far away, strange world. What strikes him most about her response and grabs his full attention is the fact that she doesn't recognize the name Alvin Draper. Maybe she's from a different Earth than he is.]

You don't recognize the name Alvin Draper? [The nervousness from his voice leaves and is replaced by curiosity. Steph knows him enough to also know his tone sounds guarded.]

Tim

[secondchances]

I know it. I'm just making sure you're not--it's a long story, but you'll understand later. Don't mind that right now.

How long have you been here?

Steph.

[dorkwonder]

[Relaxes his tone.]

A couple of hours. When I first arrived here I checked out the first floor. This place is huge.

Tim

[secondchances]

[Well, it's definitely Tim. Tim-Tim. Probably.]

Very huge. How much have you figured out?

[She'll start with these questions first, not "Hey, do you know me as Batgirl?" Then she can be thrilled and excited, or smack her forehead into her desk.]

Steph.

[dorkwonder]

Before making my entry, I read a few of the previous entries. Apparently we've all been "kidnapped by a magic castle".

Tim

[secondchances]

Yeah. I'm sure Kara's entry [and there's a page number here] will be something you wanna check out.

Next question: who am I? Cowl-wise, that is. I know you know who I am.

Steph foreveerr.

[dorkwonder]

[Kara, he is so proud of you. Her entry covers a lot of the questions he has. Starts scanning the entry while he responds to her.]

Batgirl [Initially he finds the question strange, but as he continues to read Kara's entry, the question makes more sense.] Now my turn to ask questions; how long have you been here for?

[secondchances]

[There's an audible sigh of relief, here. Thank you, Paradisa. You've been awfully kinda lately.]

Three years. It's just about my anniversary, actually.

[Kara for Christmas, and Tim for her anniversary?]

Dictated!

[kryptonian]

Hate to break it to you, but there's no way out... yet. Give me another few weeks at most and I'll have it.

Kara.

[dorkwonder]

[Tim had played around with the journal before posting and discovered how to make filters.]

I believe it. [Smirks a little and uses his normal voice.] How long have you been here?

Tim

[kryptonian]

[Give her a second to boggle over the voice and the awful code-name choice. Got it, Kara? Good.]

A couple weeks! When did YOU get here, "Alvin"?

Kara

[dorkwonder]

A couple of hours ago. No matter where I went, this journal would suddenly appear in front of me or near me in some way.

Tim

[kryptonian]

It likes to do that. Opens sometimes at inopportune moments, too, apparently, but I haven't had that happen to me yet.

Did you get the rundown already?

Kara

[dorkwonder]

If you've been missing this long, why didn't anyone say anything? [After everything that's happened to Kara in the past, he imagines Superman would have freaked out after she left again.]

No, not yet.

Tim

[kryptonian]

I wish I knew, but given that I've had no contact with home since, it's kind of hard to tell. People here claim Paradisa plucks you out of space and time and that's it, no matter how long you're here, it puts you back before any time passes at all.

So Paradisa is probably a pocket dimension outside of space and time. And supposedly a paradise, too, and supposedly sentient. People have tried to tell me the castle itself is alive, but I'm not convinced. There has to be someone tangible behind it.

Kara forever.

[dorkwonder]

Steph just connected me with the journal entry you made. [He's so proud of you, Kara.]

Nice work. It covered the majority of questions that I have.

[whistles_the_blues]

If it makes you feel any better, that test will be waiting for you when you get back.

[dorkwonder]

How is that even fair? I get dragged to some weird castle and I still have to take my Algebra test? Sheesh!

[whistles_the_blues]

Let's just say this place has a bit of a messed up sense of humour.

There are worse things to go back to then a test though, you shouldn't worry about it too much.

[dorkwonder]

I, uh, guess there are. What about this place? What do I have to worry about here?

[whistles_the_blues]

I haven't been here very long, so I may not be the best person to ask.

I'd say just about the same things you have to worry about in any other place.

[dorkwonder]

That...doesn't sound so bad. In the sci-books I read, there's always some kind of weird alien race or monster the protagonists and civilians alike have to deal with.

[whistles_the_blues]

There may be some of those, dealing with them may be a touch different than in the books though.

If you run into a dragon, it likes to play video games.

[dorkwonder]

There are dragons here? [Okay, that genuinely worries him.]