Wandering the park

[creepyboy.livejournal.com]

Tim had decided that he needed to take his mind off of the fact that not his Superboy was in the park. He also needed to make his lair into a habitable nest. He’d managed to hook his laptop up to an available power source, and had set his pictures around, as well as his spare clothing. Now he needed something that he could sit or lay down on, so that his mistake in the buckets didn’t occur again.

He hadn’t noticed any beds or pillows in his reconnaissance explorations so he’d just have to make one. He had found a sewing kit several times over, so he had the thread. He just needed fabric, and stuffing. He could find the correct fabric in t-shirts, and stuffed animals would have his stuffing. He wondered if princess dresses would be the best bet for creating a pad to lie in, for the half hour it took nightmares to awaken him again.

This meant he had to go out. Maybe he’d find a skateboard along the way, and have something to carry his loot back, or at least something that he could make into a workable skateboard. And he really needed to work at being Tim Drake for a while anyway.

((open thread, come bug Timmy. He’s just wandering around, squeezing stuffed animals, and collecting shirts.))

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[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

Hunger had finally driven Wilbur from the Innoventions stage so he made his way away from the “living room”, leaving various things strewn across the set. He headed towards a churro stand that he vaguely remembered being on the way out of Tomorrowland, stopping at a kiosk that sold some of those old fashioned space doll things. He couldn’t remember what movie it was – something his dad had liked, and he sort of thought there was a ride based on it somewhere, but that wasn’t important. What was important, though, was that there was someone else there.

“Hello there!” Wilbur called out cheerfully as he approached the weird kiosk. “How’re you?”

[creepyboy.livejournal.com]

Tim had been looking at the action figures, trying to decide if it would be too geeky to have one or two in his lair... he didn't have any trophies here, and he couldn't make any. Not with the supplies he'd so far found. Maybe one wouldn't hurt...

Hello." Tim turned at the voice, putting down the Han Solo figurine. "I'm fine. How are you? Who are you, if you'll excuse my asking?"

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm wonderful!" Realizing after he had been asked that he hadn't said his name, Wilbur stuck his hand out. "Wilbur Robinson, at your service. I'm a time cop. From the future."

Really, it might be best to stop telling people that, especially since it wasn't really true, but Wilbur didn't really see any harm in it. He doesn't flash his tanning salon coupon badge, having unfortunately left it in the Innoventions building.

[creepyboy.livejournal.com]

"Ah... I'm Tim Drake. Teenager from now," Tim frowned. "What century?" Bart had never told him about Time Cops.

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well, 21st. 2037, to be precise. When is now, anyway?"

[creepyboy.livejournal.com]

"2007," Tim responded. "What's a Time Cop and how does one become one?"

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

"Oh, really you just use a time machine and you travel back and forth in the time stream and makes sure nothing gets messed up. And you don't apply or anything," Wilbur continued, thinking quickly. "People just... uh... approach you. And ask you." That sounded plausible, right?

[creepyboy.livejournal.com]

Tim's well honed BS meter was going. He could smell a lie at ten paces... he wasn't quite good enough for twenty or a hundred yards like Nightwing was and Batman is but his was a decent respectable distance. "Really? How do they identify you as being a good Time Cop? And what happens if you mess with the timeline?" Cause really, messing with his timeline would probably be a good thing to him at this point.

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

"I'm not really sure, they never said. But I assume that they just follow you and watch you and stuff. If you mess with the time stream? Why would anyone do that?" Well, maybe to get the time machine fixed one might offer with no intention of following through to mess with the time stream. Maybe.

[creepyboy.livejournal.com]

"Because sometimes good people die who shouldn't." Tim closes his eyes for a moment. "Because some things deserve to be changed."

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur looks a little uncomfortable, having never dealt with death. Nonexistence, yes, but not death. Just turning into giant swirls in the clouds and people being controlled by evil hats and whatnot. "Yes, well, that's not really our job, I don't think. Sorry."

[creepyboy.livejournal.com]

Tim shook his head. "Sorry. Just had a rough year. So is it an interesting job? His dad, his classmate, Steph... Kon. So many and that was only the people closest to him.

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

"Well, I haven't been doing it for very long. Just finished my first mission, actually, but so far it's pretty interesting. I got to meet my dad when he was my age. Well, actually I was older, so I should have been able to boss him around, but that didn't really work..."

[creepyboy.livejournal.com]

"Meeting your dad when you two were the same age must have been interesting," Tim tilted his head slightly. "What kind of mission was it?"

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

Wilbur's always ready to talk about the most exciting time of his life at the drop of a hat. Or even without a hat. It doesn't take much. "Well, my dad's an inventor, and someone stole a time machine and went back to mess up one of his inventions so that evil robotic hats would take over the world."

[creepyboy.livejournal.com]

"What did the evil robotic hats want with the world? How did they intend to take it over?" No, evil robotic hats doesn't phase Tim at all. Not much does anymore.

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

"Uh... To control it in general, I think. And they could take it over because when you wear the hat it can control you. It wasn't a very pretty future, to be honest."

[creepyboy.livejournal.com]

"Sounds interesting, some form of hypnosis," Tim pondered. "Just wanted to control the world...So what do you do around here?"

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

"Oh, well, I haven't been here for that long. Mostly I've been holed up inside the Innoventions building--" here Wilbur gestures vaguely in the direction of the Innoventions building "--because there's a stage with a couch and stuff."

[creepyboy.livejournal.com]

"What's the INnoventions building? Nice, my place is pretty bare, thus..." Tim gestured vaguely to the pile of stuffed animals and XXXL t-shirts, and the one or two princess dresses.

[timecop-wilbur.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's a lot of weird inventions. I don't know, I mostly ignore them. When the park is actually a park they have a presentation on some kind of robot, and the set is a living room, which is pretty convenient. There's a computer, but all it really does is play solitaire." Not that Wilbur is very good at solitaire. It takes a bit more patience than he normally has.

He looks at the dresses with an amused expression. "Decorating?" he asks a moment later, with the strange image in his mind of princess dresses being used as curtains.