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Bullshit is showing up here with everything on me but my comic books. All those Savage Starlight issues, gone. Just like that. Fuck you too, Initiative.

[A pause. Ellie's never really addressed a group of people. Technology is crazy. Okay, there was a point to this whole thing.]

... anyway, guess I just wanted to say thanks to the people that helped me out when I got here. I found who I was looking for, so. Didn't wanna leave anyone with a cliffhanger.

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You'd loan that stuff out to strangers?

Well, I’ve already read them a few times. If I didn’t get them back it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

[ and after a beat: ]

You would give them back, right?

... yeah, I would. If I knew who to give them back to.

Oh, it's not showing up? [ he means over the tablet, and a second later voice switches over to text just long enough for him to type Robin ]

That's my name. I wrote it inside two of them. Just in case we ever do get separated for too long.

Oh. Okay, Robin.

Um... I don't really have anything to trade you in return.

It doesn't have to be a trade... [ but on the other hand it's not like he doesn't get the feeling of not wanting to be indebted to a stranger. ]

But if you want to pay me back you can always think of something later. Nobody has much when they first get here.

If I find more, I'll let you borrow them. Sound good?

Yeah, that works for me. You want to meet somewhere to make the drop?

How about in front of the apartments?

[The place she doesn't live in.]

I know where that is. [ that place he doesn't live in either. ]

Be there in ten?

Yeah, ten sounds good.

[Time to book it there and pretend it was just a walk down the stairs.]

See you then! I'll get them wrapped up so they don't bend too much in transit.

[ and he's about to log off and make a quick dash for the other side of town, when all at once he remembers: ]

Oh hey, before I forget, who am I looking for?

[ log/action/handwavey thing/cake? I AM COOL WITH ANY OF THESE POSSIBILITIES ]

[Wrapped... unbent comics? Ellie is used to musty, sometimes soggy comics. Talk about pressure...]

Uh--Ellie. I'll be in a--[hoodie and jeans, very descriptive. Okay, fine. She switches to video for a moment, giving a little wave.]

Me. Ellie.

[ Returning the favor seems only fair. He waves back at the screen and flashes a grin, all domino mask and bright green gloves. ]

Ten minutes.

[ He figures he won't beat her there, not when he has so much further to run. This part is important though, so he charts a path over the rooftops rather than the side-alleys and finally chooses a perch with a view of the street down below. He'll hop down when he thinks he has her picked out. ]

[Ooookay. Another masked person. Not so scary, with all the bright colors and all. So, Ellie grabs her pack and heads over to the agreed meeting spot.

When she gets there, she doesn't spot him. Maybe she got here first. She sighs, then decides to just... stand there. She'll give him five minutes.]

[ It has to be her, if only because she's the only one down there who looks like she's waiting for someone. He shifts the bag on his shoulder and hesitates for a another few seconds; there's exiles nearby and they'll pick him out right away. But on the other hand, he'd made a promise.

A quick hop across the two windows and he steals a perch within earshot, just above a low-hanging storefront. ]

Psst! Hey.

[Elle turns, then looks up.]

What the hell are you doing up there?

[Were you trying to not draw attention to yourself, Robin? Because Ellie is loud.]

Jeez... [ He jerks and for a second he's in danger of losing his balance before he catches the other side and drops (hopefully) out of sight behind the half-wall. Of course people are staring.

But then, she's still new. Probably he should've warned her.

He circles the block, taking a quick shortcut across the roof of the housing complex before he picks an alley and springs off the fire escape behind the shadows and down to the ground. ]

Not so loud! [ He's across the street from where he was before, but hopefully a loud whisper will clue her in. She'll have to get it now, won't she? ]

You're not supposed to notice me right away.

[Jesus Christ. Ellie throws her hands up in the air--how the hell did he do that? This is a lot of secrecy for some comic books.

She heads over to him.]

What the hell was that all about?

Haven't you seen the Exiles? [ He's still hovering in the narrow pool of shadow, casting a quick glance over his shoulder just in case. ]

They hammer guys like me. And they'll go after you too if they see us hanging out.

Maybe if you didn't dress like that, you wouldn't get jumped.

Aw, come on. You wouldn't ask the Michelin Man to take off his tire suit. [ He shakes his head, but he's grinning just a little while he unslings the bag he'd brought along. Down to business. ]

I figured we wouldn't want anyone to see what we were up to anyway.

The who? [Ellie stares, then shakes her head.]

Whatever. Anyway, it's not like we're doing a drug trade or anything. It's just comics.

No one else knows that. It's better to play it safe. [ He tugs out the small bundle, wrapped in a loose plastic bag. They're beaten up and well-read, but every one he's brought along is still readable. ]

Anyway, here's what I have. Only two are from the same book, and they're spaced pretty far apart.

[ It's a little bit of an apology. ]

It's alright. Mine were missing whole arcs, so I'm used to filling in the gaps with my imagination.

[She takes the bundle carefully, and with a small smile.]

I'll take good care of them. I promise.

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