4774/Shine: Broad Daylight aftermath

Shine: Broad Daylight aftermath
Date of Scene:	17 January 2021
Location:	Level 1 - Medbay - The Roost
Synopsis:	Tim makes the suggestion to turn Phoebe into the Johnson's to determin just who has the bounty on her head as Balm. Rose Wilson gets healed. Tim definitely has 20-sided dice hanging about somewhere.
Cast of Characters:	Phoebe Beacon, Tim Drake, Rose Wilson

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Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe had adopted the Medbay as something as an office space -- since she's often the one called down, anyway. At the moment she had her sock-clad feet up on the foot-end of a gurney. Her hair right at this moment is braided, but doesn't seem like she sorted herself out too much yesterday after tending to Rose and Cassie. She has a cup of tea on the desk space, her shoes and jackets hanging on hooks by the door as she attempts to be engrossed in a surgical guidelines text borrowed from Gotham U.

    She had logged a quick report about being sorry for the mess, but other than that had been largely quiet on the events that happened only a few blocks from the Roost.

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim finds his way down to the medical labs and is holding a tablet in one of his hands and his fingers move from the bottom up ever once in a while as he clomps along in his shoes, carefully tied and tucked beneath his pants. He pauses as he enters the makeshift office Phoebe has set up and he frowns at the screen for a moment before he says aloud without looking up. "One thing, Phoebe..." Tim begins as he nears the bottom of the report. "Do yourself and us all a favor, reports shouldn't have emotions within them. Anger, jealousy." Looooong pause "Remorse."

    Tim takes a seat near Phoebe and looks up towards her lowering his tablet, "What happened? is all that's really required. But I do want to understand... why do you feel responsible for what happened?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I'm not sure what else to put there. A meta-human after the bounty on my head decided to use violence against Wonder Girl, Super Boy and Ravager. He escaped down a sewer in a weight fleshy goo-pile. There's a bounty of Balm as well that I'm beginning to feel is pushing the limit of the armor." Phoebe explains, turning a page in the book, and then she turns her dark eyes up to Tim.

    "I'm beginning to think that it'd be safer if I left the Outsiders. The reward money goes up, so will the violence and the risk for collateral damage. Eventually, someone's going to end up dead for the reward money on my head."

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim lowers his jaw and allows his breath to escape his nose in a sigh. "Do you honestly think we're going to allow you to go off on your own, just to save our butts from getting attacked while keeping you safe? Does that sound like anyone in this building, anyone at all?" Tim asks before putting his hands on his knees and pushing himself up from the chair and moving over towards Phoebe closer, setting the tablet down on the gurney next to her as he walks past her now and his fingers twisting before him as he slowly cleans the gunk under his finger nails, obviously deep in thought.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Allow? Heck no. Cassie would probably be happy to drag me by the nape of my neck back here, or worse, to Diana to try and explain just what was going through my mind. Bart would protest and start on regular stops to make sure I haven't gone out the window. Rose and Laura would probably just hogtie me, Conner would say I'm being stupid and you would agree in a more polite manner." Phoebe points out, leaning her head back a moment as she watches Tim.

    "... I'd like to think I know my team better than that, but there's a couple of issues. You know the Gotham court system as well as I do. They're going to award custody of me to the Johnsons. There's going to be some ruling that I'm trauma stricken and can't make good decisions, so right of attorney will go to them. Then the moment I get caught in public, police or otherwise, I'm awarded to their custody and then who knows? I disappear to Montana forever?" Phoebe states, and she taps her highlighter against her book.

    "At the same time, how much collateral am I permitted to allow before I'm moved elsewhere anyway?"

Tim Drake has posed:
    "Are the Johnsons the ones that have the bounty on you?" Tim asks, with a lift of a single eyebrow as he turns back to face Phoebe. Seems he's on the verge of a plan...

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "No, they're... supposedly my actual parents. The guy who runs the Gotham Gate has a 'reward' for my safe return -- I dunno who has the bounty on Balm, though. That one I haven't had the time to investigate." she states, and she drops her legs from the gurney as she regards Tim with an appraising eye.

    "Penny for your thoughts?"

Tim Drake has posed:
    "What if /we/ turn you in." Tim says, droping his hands and moving back to Phoebe. "It's like the old faking your death, but we hand you over, using deception and cunning and then that chapter of your life can be closed." Tim explains as if they're cartoon characters in a saturday morning show from the 80's or something.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "... are you really that hard up for cash?" Phoebe asks in a very dry and dull manner, clearly slight sarcasm, and she frowns. "Well. The worst that could happen is that I die somehow." she admits, rubbing the back of her head. "So... there's gotta be more to this than the Outsiders leaving me for an uncertain fate, right?" she questions to Tim. "... *please* tell me there's more to the plan that that?"

Tim Drake has posed:
    "We turn you in, but either we don't /really/ turn you in, or we turn you in, and catch the who put a bounty on you, or we turn you in and take you back later before you're hurt." Tim says with a look to Phoebe, "We're not turning you in for the dough. At least, I'm not. I can't speak for Cassie. I'm just thinking we could use your bounty as a way to get close to and get these guys. Don't you think?" Tim asks, stepping around the room as he thinks about the basic outline of the plan, "I mean, I doubt they have Kryptonians and Amazons, whoever they are."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Are we talking the Gotham Gate or the guys who are actively trying to shoot me as Balm, because now I'm confused, and two the guys yesterday had some sort of silly-putty-man who got overly attached to Rose like something out of a 70's horror flick." Phoebe points out, but she steeples her fingers.

    "Taking me back might restart the cycle if I'm turned over to the Johnso-- Cassie would *not* turn me in for the money! Diana would be so mad!" Phoebe states, pointing at Tim.

Tim Drake has posed:
    "We're not turning you in for the money Phoebe. We're turning you in so that they're not looking for you any more, and then we get you back out, or if they're as bad as we're thinking. Get them off the streets and in jails." Tim says, with a shake of his head as he looks to Phoebe, wondering if she ever saw any TV or cartoons groing up as a child or not.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Yes, I gathered it's not for the money, Tim." Phoebe replies, and she purses her lips a momment. Maybe she didn't watch cartoons. It'd be awful.

    "Well, that does beat the 'mysteriously leave goodbye note and hope for the best' route. Should we contact the paper then and tell them?"

Tim Drake has posed:
    "Not yet, I'd like to get the rest of the team interested and involved before we jump everyone into the deep end without their input and feedback." Tim says, picking up his tablet and stepping closer again to Phoebe and frowns as he looks down towards her eyes. "Are /YOU/ okay though?" The young man asks as he stands near the woman he's supposed to be helping to protect and teaching how to be the best her she can be. It's not readily obvious, but there is a hint of worry and pain behind his eyes as he doesn't want to see her getting hurt like this. Or any of the team like this.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe looks up to tim, her ears and cheeks darkening out of embarrassment, and then she shakes her head.

    "No, I'm not." she admits quietly. "I can't go and help people without someone like Cassie or Conner anymore. Even Bart's had to step in when I was walking Scout, and now there's articles talking about a turf war in Chelsea. The guy who murdered my dad attempted to murder my mom and me. My mom's in a medically induced coma and we're long past the point where I would be able to reverse her injuries and I..." she takes a shaking breath as she tilts her head back, "... am so tired of having to be the strong one. I want to be angry. I /want/ to not be hopeful that this will turn out all right and just yell into the void... but I can't, because it always feels like the minute I let my guard down something worse happens."

    She brings her palm to one eye, wiping at it as if there was something there.

    "You asked me if I would die for Gotham. I still would. I don't want my mom to."

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim is down in the medlabs with Phoebe, discussing her future as a member of the team, while she' ssaying she wants to quit, Tim is saying the team wont let her quit on them or herself, but she's revealing to Tim that she doesn't have one, but two bounties on her head by two different people, groups, ... nar-do-wells.

    "It's not that you'd die for Gotham, it's how you'll live for Gotham. This city could use a lot of things, but corpses, that isn't it." Tim notes with a sorrowful look, as he knows that pain of loosing a parent to the horrors of this town. Both of them. He knows she doesn't want her mom to die, whatever the reason, but he also knows that's out of anyone's hands, really. He just, clams up and looks around the room. "We'll just deal with that one day at a time." He frowns and starts to look towards the door, looking to move past this pain and guilt.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson walks into the medBay all bandaged up. She has a band-aid on her forehead and some gauze wrappped around both her arms. She's wearing a lil t-shirt so you can see some other band-aids up her arms, some criss-crossing each other. She wears a checker-patterned fleece pajama slacks to keep warm.

She frowns as she finds some people in the room, "Oh sorry, excuse me a sec," she tells Phoebe and Tim, "I gotta change my damn band-aids," she tells them. She throws open a drawer and rummages through it noisily.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe was about to say something when Rose comes in. Her eyerows rise up, and her lips purse as she raises a hand, and then when Rose goes rummaging through one of the just-sorted cabinets, finally Phoebe blurts out:

    "Rose, /I'm a freaking healer/. What... how did.. -- why--" she stammers a moment, and then lowers her head to her palms. "Oh, my God..."

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim steps back and gives a lifted eyebrow towards Rose and then back to Phoebe. "Um... I can leave if you need me to?" Tim says, hooking his thumb towards the door and taking a breath as he doesn't want to be the one getting between patient/doctor confidentiality.

    "What happened though?" He asks on his way towards the door that Rose just came through and with a look towards Phoebe and back to the taller woman, "Also, ... Um, Phoebe, think about what I said. Even she'd help you with your problems. That's what we do here."

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson looks confused as she turns to face this Phoebe, "What? Sorry I missed ya, I was sleeping," she says, "Don't worry guys, chill. It's no prob. I should be good in another hour. Burns just take a lil longer to zap away," she tells her, "I have these handy zap away powers," she explains.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Yes, I know, I also have handy zap away powers that work quicker than yours." Phoebe points out in exasperation. "That's pretty much my whole point on the team short of making sure Tim eats something and Mr. Murder Mittens doesn't get into the armory." she states flatly, motioning over to Tim as she speaks, and then she looks to Tim, then looks to Rose, gets an odd sort of look and then looks up at the ceiling.

    "If it involved any sort of confidentiality, yeah I'd have you leave, Tim." she breathes out, and then she looks back to their Fearless Leader.

    "Tim feels like if the group turned me into the Johnsons, what happened yesterday wouldn't be an issue anymore, and we can get some investigating done on the inside. What're your thoughts on it, Rose?"

Tim Drake has posed:
    Tim raises his hand to his face and buries the heel of his palm into his face and sighs softly before he looks back at the two. "Then, um... I'll just stand here at the door, looking cool or something." Tim then crosses his arms and even cocks out his leg, bent at the knee and ankle so it's his toes that are on the ground and he leans against the frame. "Cool." Yeah, that's how being cool works.

    "How'd you get so scratched up Rose?" He asks before rolling his eyes at Phoebe, "I think we could use Phoebe as bait, using the bounties on her head as the catalyst for getting in, getting info, and maybe even getting rid of the problem all together."

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson snickers, "I think he means if I have to take my damn shirt off, Phebes. But my back's already healed Tim, so no dice, sorry," she explains, "It's just my arms that still have cuts. Oh and my forehead, from landing awkwardly while on fire," she adds.

"Yeah well, we're not doin that. Yesterday proves this whole thing is dicey shit. You know, I didn't go back to Cambodia until a month ago cause maybe you just have to move on, you know. But when I did go back, I was prepared to kick ass. Anyway, I think I should go straighten this whole shit out and tell whoever it is that you're not missing and you're not in trouble," she offers, although that probably means intimidating people and kicking ass but she doesn't say that.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    She doesn't say it, but the flat look that Phoebe delivers acknowledges the means of getting the issues to go away.

    "If you sit down I can take care of the burns and then you can stop ransacking for bandaids and neosporin." she states quietly.

    "Technically because I walked out of school, I'm missing. Technically I went out the third floor window and roof-hopped down the street, but I don't feel like explaining how I learned that trick to the guidance counselor." Phoebe states, and she frowns.

    "Half the issue is that there is equal bounties, on me as Phoebe there's a reward for my recovery, and as Balm there's a bounty on my taken alive status. Someone's looking for a healer on one side, and the other is a cash-grab for a poor homeless black girl."

Tim Drake has posed:
    "I say we offer her, BUT not really, to the one looking to use her as a healer, find out what we can about them, and if it's bad, we do something about it. If not... then we simply talk it out, I mean, Phoebe is a human, not some bartering tool to be used like... like a bandaid." Tim says in a scuff before he looks back to Rose and frowns, though lingering his eyes on her seems to still be too much and he looks away to Phoebe and then the floor. "I have plenty of dice." He mumbles to himself.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Probably in D20's and lower, right?" Phoebe offers as a half-hearted joke, considering their shared nerdiness.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson holds up her hands and stops wrecking the medLab drawers, "Fine fine," she says and sits down on the med examining table, "Yeah well, you got half that part wrong. You're not a poor homeless girl anymore. You're with us," she tells her with a frown, "Nobody's gonna take you away even if I get set on fire for it."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Please stop being set on fire, we'll call it even. My point was that no one should be being set on fire. On my behalf. Because, y'know, that's... kind of how I lost-slash-am-losing my parents? Can we please not be set on fire?" Phoebe asks, her voice just a little shuddery before she holds up her hands. There's a warm, sun-shiney glow against her palms, and she looks at Rose. "... would you rather me be in front of you or behind you healing? It's super awkward regardless."

Tim Drake has posed:
    "Hahaha." Tim laughs before putting on a straight stoic face towards Phoebe. "Shuush." And then looking back to Rose, and nodding in agreement, "Though, yeah, I agree with Phoebe, certainly less fire in our diets would be preferabale."

    Tim is curious to see how awkward this could really be, the man is a curious one by nature. "Do I need to turn around?" He asks almost teasingly but there is some honesty in his tone.

Rose Wilson has posed:
Rose Wilson raises her eyebrows as she holds her arm out, "It's super awkward? Why?" she wonders, pointing at her cuts with her free hand. She peels off a band-aid and says, "Go for Phebes, you can't make me awkward," she tells her confidently. She ignores Tim for now.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Considering I healed your collar bone last week when I broke it during sparring?" Phoebe replies to Tim, "No, you don't need to turn around." Phoebe replies to Tim.

    And then she reaches out. She puts one hand on Rose's shoulder -- lightly, mind you -- and the other on her arm. It looks almost like they're about to start in on a waltz.

    Adn Rose would feel that warm, tingling sensation, like your foot's fallen asleep, only it spreads through her body following the nervous system, like circutry.

    It's accompanied by the feeling of warm water running over the skin, rushing along those burns and abraisions from the day before, knitting the skin back together, aches and pains melting away as the magic courses through Rose's body.

Tim Drake has posed:
    "That's cool. I'm gonna head back up stairs and figure out what we need to do to prepare for Phoebe's bounties." Tim says and he lifts a hand up and gives a half wave to the two and the Robin slips out of the room to leave the girls to their healing and gossips. He assumes all girls gossip.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    And with that, Ravager would be healed of her wounds, and Phoebe can go about restoring order to the MedBay.