12224/Batcave Shenanigans

Batcave Shenanigans
Date of Scene:	30 July 2022
Location:	Batcave
Synopsis:	Dick runs into Carrie poking into the guts of the Bat-Computer when he wanders into the Batcave.
Cast of Characters:	Carrie Kelley, Dick Grayson

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Carrie Kelley has posed:
It was rare these days for Carrie to visit the Batcave. When she first arrived to this reality, it was a place of solace, where she felt the safest because it was so similar. Now, seven years later, she has broadened her horizons, expanded out into the world, and came by once in a while to check in on the Bats... or at least that was her usual reason.

Tonight there was another reason, one that might be considered a little sinister... she was scooping out the new technology, and perhaps borrowing a few of the more portable items to study. She would never even consider out right stealing the tech, but if there was something she could learn from looking some of it over, that wasn't stealing... not really.

Dick Grayson has posed:
    On the other hand, Dick is here a lot, given that he lives right above the cave, especially now that he and Steph are in the lake house. An elevator disguised in the back corner of a walk-in closet descends silently, bringing him down into the cave. He's probably not planning on anything tonight, given that he's in shorts and a t-shirt with the Superman symbol on it. It's good quality, right from the Justice League gift shop, not one of those cheap knock-offs.

    Being that the elevator is a simple platform without walls, he gets to look out over the Batcave as he descends. Movement catches his eye, drawing his gaze to a pair of legs sticking out from under one of the Bat-Computer's consoles. They look to be inside a somewhat familiar costume, but it's hard to be sure from so far away. He crouches on the platform, jumping off silently once it's near the floor and sneaking from one place of concealment to another until he's made his way over to the console. He's now fairly sure who is under there, so he asks, "Anything good under there?" rather than more directly taking action.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carries has taken to talking to herself, or perhaps she is talking to something else, either way as Dick gets closer he can hear her.

"Oh come on, you can get it," she is muttering. If he could see her face, she wore her goggles over her eyes instead of a mask, but her tongue is sticking out the corner of her mouth. "You're so close... yes, plug in there! You got it!"

The sudden voice causes an erupted sharp yelp to escape her mouth and her body jumps. Her head slams into the underside of console the above her as her legs flail and kick a little.

"Holy painful headwounds, Nightwing," she whimpers, already rubbing her head. "And yes, there are all kinds of interesting things under here."

Sliding out from under the console while rubbing her forehead she gives him a slight glare look, which really is not at all threatening on her cherub face.

Dick Grayson has posed:
    Dick chuckles and shakes his head. "So jumpy. Should I even ask why you're apparently digging into the guts of the Bat-Computer?" He goes over to a small fridge placed near the computer for convenience during long sessions on the computer. Taking out a bottle of water, he looks over and asks, "Want something to drink? Got water, juice, energy drinks, pretty much whatever might be called for."

    After tossing her a bottle if she says yes, he settles into the comfortable seat in front of the next console over from the one she was under. "Haven't seen you around as much lately, you settling in with the whole Oracle thing ok? I know it's less physically demanding than patrolling, don't know if I could stand being stuck in front of screens all the time, but I suppose that's different from person to person."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
"Water would be great," Carries replies, still rubbing her head a little.

"And of course I'm jumpy, look who my family is... I mean seriously, I'm in a family of all brothers," she then retorts, catching the bottle and twisting the top off for a drink. "Not to mention, look what we do for a living."

Setting the water bottle down, she opens the small computer on her left wrist and types something in while watching him sit down.

"Things seemed sort of quiet around here," she started. "Well, they're never really quiet, but sort of less active, and Oracle... well, she asked me to help the Birds out, and become an oracle, so I've been camped out in the Clocktower lab building..."

Before she can finish that sentence, a small metal bot in the shape of spider crawls onto Nightwing's left shoulder and starts dancing.

"... Yeah that, that's what I'm still doing." she finally finishes with a sigh.

Dick Grayson has posed:
    Dick laughs quietly and takes a sip of his water. "There's a little difference between being prepared to take action and slamming your head into metal brackets though. The second response really doesn't help if you're taken by surprise by an enemy."

    "It's good to hear you're fitting in over there, it's really handy to have someone on the other end of the comm when we're out patrolling or looking for things, and we can't expect it to be Barbara twenty four hours a day."

    Glancing over at the bot on his shoulder then back to her, he says "Still haven't gotten all the bugs out, I see. They are cute little things though, I must admit. Maybe you could market a dancing spiderbot toy or something."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Using her right hand Carrie makes a 'go away' gesture at the spider bot, even makes a face at it like it can see and understand her facial expressions. Oddly, it stops dancing, tilts it's little head, beeps once and lays down in place.

"Some of them just seem to actually /like/ dancing," she then says to Nightwing a bit sheepishly. "I've gotten most of the kinks out, and they're functioning like they're supposed to, then they'll just all rush onto Barbara kitchen counter and start dancing. It's kinda weird, because I can't find the glitch in the programming that causes it."

Leaning back against a more solid part of the console, she offer a smile. "They're all really cool, and the other group that shall not be named due to Tim's freak-outish rules..." deep breath, and onward she goes. "So, when I finish my masters degree, I went to Barbara and said, 'Give me a job' and she did. Some of the Birds are... uh... how to put this..." her tongue pops out the corner of her mouth a little again as she thinks.

"They're all lovely, capable, strong woman... but some are a little... odd." This coming from a young woman, sitting on the floor in a Batcave.

Dick Grayson has posed:
    Dick looks around the Batcave and then back to Carrie, saying "And this isn't? Let's face it, there's really none of us who don't fit under the word 'odd'. Normal people don't put on spandex or armor and patrol the streets at night fighting crime."

    Leaning back in the chair he adds "Just remember, you can always get out and patrol if you get tired of computers. Never hurts to have another person out and about."

    He glances at the bot on his shoulder and comments, "As long as they don't winder up in another Ultron situation, I don't think liking to dance is too bad of a glitch."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie shakes her head, "I'm not /that/ good, at least not yet... I'd love to get my hands on some Stark tech to study." She seems to get lost in thought for a moment, staring off into the darkness before she snaps out of it.

"I still go out and patrol from time to time, and help the Birds when needed. I train every day so I don't lose my edge, except perhaps I need more training on being startled." She snorts.

Picking the water back up she takes another drink, and as she sets it back down another spider bot emerges from somewhere and crawls up her arm. "It's all this," she gestures around the cave. "That makes it a little difficult for me to socialize like a normal person, besides... I socialize online playing MMOs."

Dick Grayson has posed:
    "Hey, whatever works for you. Oh, but what exactly were you doing under there, anyway? Bruce will get annoyed if you take apart his computer to study the parts, you know. He might even loom over you and glower."

    He grins at her and takes another sip from his water, then pauses as his watch beeps, "Crap, I've got to go, got a charity event to be at." He picks up his bottle and heads for the vehicle section of the cave where the Nightbird is parked, currently wearing it's '69 Camaro SS shell. "At least this one is a casual event. Feel free to study anything in here, just don't take any of it without asking Bruce."

    He slides into the car and waves, then revs the engine and peels out up the tunnel and out of sight. Automatic fans kick on to keep the exhaust from contaminating the rest of the Batcave.