[open] this time I'll be a little smarter

[controlledvariable]

Date & Time: First two weeks of Feb
Location: Training area, rooftops, other places!
Characters: Stephanie Brown AND YOU
Summary: Steph's finally settling into a routine in the city; see threadstarters for options or make up your own c: Or PM me if you want to work out something specific!
Warnings: Violence, will update if necessary



It's been over a month since Steph first stepped off that damn platform and into the Initiative Hold, and she's still struggling with it more than she' d like to admit. Time travel and the multiverse and strange creatures aren't exactly new to her, but they're all things she had minimal contact with, they're the things that the Justice League deals with. Batgirl might be a bigger player in the vigilante game than Spoiler was, and she's certainly noticed a shift in the sort of situations she finds herself in, but it's nothing compared to being pulled into another city to fight a war. That stuff happens to Superman, or Wonder Woman. Steph doesn't have the training for it.

But even if she's struggling, she refuses to let it show, and puts on a brave face to deal with life until things start making sense. Exsilium is depressing, with the constant rain and cold temperatures, with the citizen living in poor conditions, and all the Transports and their nonsense. It takes her a while to warm up to using the network, and to warm up to the idea of even getting to know the other people here, but she's getting there, and starting to maybe, possibly, sort of make friends.

That doesn't mean she likes it in the city, but at least she doesn't actively hate it anymore.

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[controlledvariable]

"They might, if the Initiative gets what they want," Meaning that if conditions improve in the world due to the effects of their missions, things will likely change a lot in how the city of Exsilium functions.

And there's more she could say, about some suspicions she has that there are a few worse things lurking where even she can't find them (yet), but it's not something to share with a stranger. So she doesn't.

"The Transports have set up their own police force, maybe they'd appreciate your help."

[chore_boy]

Coby stopped himself from diving into the pile any deeper, blinking rapidly in response to Stephanie. What she said sounded fine enough, but he had always gotten nervous about pursuing secondary employment, none the less something he wasn't entirely knowledgeable of. 'Police forces' really were a rarity in his experiences and for good reason. Most men couldn't maintain a budget to keep one active and often-times just relied on the Marines to acquire protection.

"I'm not entirely sure. Though, I suppose I can take a look at it," He mulled it over in his head. "Would there be uniforms involved, ma'am?"

[controlledvariable]

"Not as far as I know, I think they're a litte more in formal than that," She's not inclined to trust them at all, but that's just thanks to the simple fact that they're police, and she's never had a good relationship with them.

"And I'm Stephanie, by the way, the 'ma'am' really isn't necessary," It makes her feel old, or posh, both of which are strange.

[chore_boy]

"I apologize," Coby reacted quickly, bowing his head apologetically. "It's a force of habit."

Though, he still had to be told ten times a day. One would question if he was even trying to remove himself from his habit.

"At the very least, do you believe they would let me wear my military uniform?"

[controlledvariable]

"No apologies necessary," She waves a hand to dismiss it, "Just letting you know my name is fine."

It's not like she'd given it to him until just now, and at least ma'am is polite, so she's hardly going to hold it against him.

"I doubt they'd mind, I mean - I can't see why it'd hurt, and if it makes you look more official that's probaly a good thing," Since that's generally the sort of thing that police forces go in for. Officialness.

[chore_boy]

"Ah, then--my name is Coby!" Coby settled himself and adjusted his posture in his seat, bowing his head briefly. It was an awkward gesture, but one he was used to repeating over and over. With that, he began to draw up his books, reaching into his shirt for a felt-tip pen to make marks in his notes.

"So," He smiled weakly, wondering what he could even do for the people around him. Being a soldier was much easier. He could be pointed in a direction. He didn't have to consider his options too much. "...No. I don't think I could do it. As much as I've heard--I don't think I qualify for it."