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Nightcrawling

Who: Kurt and open to all (particularly all who are inclined to climb on things for little to no reason, or at least look up)
Where: District 1, exploring in a distinctly non-linear way
When: 11th of June, evening onward
Summary: Kurt's not actually all that good at playing normal human, image inducer or not. Wandering and socializing in an extra dimension. Come poke him.
Warnings: Nada

Kurt first intended to just go for an exploratory walk, but he's long since abandoned that verb. He's not ready to turn off his image inducer, but there are some people stranger than he is here, and the odd architecture and raised walkways and tall buildings are too tempting. It's not like anyone's going to see him climbing into random trees and roofs and tell people at school, after all. So while he is on the ground occasionally, he's not inclined to give it any more attention than walls and the convenient eaves and brackets of the buildings. The freedom of movement is daring and leaves him almost cheerful. There might be some advantages to not being home.

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Pippin is one of those who regularly looks up, if just because the stars here are really pretty different from the stars at home, but mostly because he looks around a lot, and "around" includes "up". He's wandering down the street, a bottle of an interesting alcoholic beverage in his hand, and Jaeding, the wallaby daemon, hopping along around him, sometimes bounding ahead and sometimes lingering behind, but never getting too far away.

Spotting somebody clinging to a decorative ledge way up there above him, though, makes Pippin stop, and Jaeding gets a little further ahead than usual, pulling unexpectedly at the bond between them. "Ow!" She looks over her shoulder reproachfully at him. "What did you stop for?"

Pointy ears often make it slightly easier to catch small noises, like the voice of a tiny creature on the ground. Kurt pauses in his scramble to spin around, remembering just in time not to use his tail. And the crouch he winds up in may not look entirely natural--sometimes he strains the limits of the inducer. But he has to ask. "Did that bunny just talk?" Super-sharp night vision is one thing, but a rabbit would make more sense to him than a small kangaroo. And as he doesn't actually get any lower, he has to speak loudly enough that the mistake can hardly be missed.

For a change, M'gann isn't out on hero work and patrols. For one thing she's learned there's plenty of other caped people to manage that, and for another there's still some time before complete nightfall. Which, between the weather and the last bits of daylight, M'gann wants to enjoy. Ideally with something nice to eat, as well. It took some doing, but she's managed to find one good pastry shop, and has a bagful of treats in hand.

Even miles and worlds away from either home, sweets are something she can always enjoy. They're delightful on her tongue, and she doesn't even need to morph her body, digestion, or tastebuds all that much in order to savor them. Though for the time being, M'gann is content to stick with her human shape; there's something nice and uplifting about having a bagful of pastries tucked in one arm, and walking down the streets for some sightseeing. It could almost be something out of a feel good 'come vacation here!' TV spot.

It doesn't hurt that the pastries are good too. She has a mile long smile when she nibbles on one, just glancing around at all the buildings as she wanders through and enjoys the evening. (And possibly sends some nearby stomachs jealously rumbling. That's the risk of public snacking, though.)

Kurt's sweet tooth isn't particularly powerful. It's just part of his general passion for junk food in general. Either way, the smell catches his attention immediately from the tree he's perched in at the moment. Initially thinking he might have caught a whiff from a nearby shop, he skitters down a few branches before he realizes it's just some poor person going about her business with a bag of deliciousness.

He wouldn't bother her normally, especially not from a tree, but he remembers her. And feels like he didn't exactly make a great impression. Time to try and remedy that. Since it seems like she'll walk by if he stops to sit properly, he's still crouched like a lemur in the branch when he calls out, "Guten Abend. I remember you!"

Isn't that voice familiar-

That's as far as her thoughts get, before she turns around. M'gann is used to that level of acrobatics from Robin, but seeing it from someone new? M'gann does a pretty impressive double take when she realizes where the voice is coming from. And who it is that's talking to her.

"O-oh! H-hi," deep breath, and she can get her speech back to working normally. And doesn't even drop the bag in the process. "Didn't know you were that good at climbing. And I remember you, too!"

Now remember to wave, with the hand that's holding the pastry instead of the bag.

As acrobatics by Kurt go, this is pretty tame. He at least has the presence of mind not to swing down and hang upside-down. It'd make conversation easier, but it'd probably disconcert people more with his inducer on, and no clear reason he shouldn't lose his grip with his knees and fall in a matter of seconds. So he just shimmies down, as slowly as he can make himself. It helps that he has to fight his tail to keep it from popping out on the way to the ground. Thing has a mind of its own.

"Good, I'm glad I made that much of an impression," he says once he's on the ground. Now if he can just correct the earlier bit of awkwardness...

"Well, you look better then before. That seems good?" She offers, giving him a careful once over. He does seem to be in slightly better spirits which makes her stand a little more at ease. Though that does make her wonder if she should even risk brining up the previous conversation...

"By the way, about before,"

Ultimately, the desire to be helpful wins out.

"I haven't gotten any leads, sorry. Been kind of busy with..." Beating up muggers and robbers, but that's not really civilian conversation. "With learning how to fit in and stuff. But it seems like that information about contact was right. I've been feeling a lot better, after a few handshakes."

"I haven't either, really. It's hard to know where to even try looking, und I'm not the guy for this kind of investigation." Sneaking and overhearing? Sure. But clever plans and tactics and conniving strategy... Well, he can think of half a dozen people he'd rather put in charge. "That's weird news, though, about the touching thing..." He can't help but look unnerved and put off. What is he supposed to do about that?

"I really don't think I'm a bunny," Jaeding huffs, though more to herself than to Kurt, while Pippin is busy staring at Kurt. It's just as well that she spoke again, to unintentionally answer the question, since Pippin completely forgets to do so.

"How are you doing that?" he asks instead, gaping a bit. "Are you a goblin? You don't look much like a goblin."

Well, he doesn't just at the moment, anyway. Kurt takes the hint, though, twisting into a more normal perching position and then climbing down as slowly as he can make himself. Which still looks a bit odd, but not quite so much. Carrying on a conversation across fifteen feet seems kind of silly.

"Good at climbing," he says with a shrug when he lands, having only jumped the last six feet or so. Totally reasonable. "The view is better from up there." Though that was maybe not the best thing to say, given he seems to be talking to a... halfling? (Kurt knows his fantasy tropes, dammit!)

"I know...But with how much better I felt afterwards, I can't really doubt it. When I arrived I wasn't feeling to great." Or all that solid and stable, where her shapeshifting was concerned. Morphing her skin had taken a lot more out of her then she thought, with how much she'd slept the first evening. "But I started feeling better the next day. No relapses, either."

She's even been able to enjoy the pastries and a few nice evenings of crime fighting!

"Huh, maybe we should set up a poking exchange or something." He almost suggested handshake, but that was extra problematic, given not just fuzz, but the wrong number and shape of fingers. He hasn't been trying to port, and his agility is just a function of his anatomy, so he hasn't been out of sorts yet. Or no more than he'd expect. He's certainly not willing to blow his cover yet just to play the hugging game.

"Maybe a friendly hand on the shoulder? I get not everyone likes hugs," even if she adores them. "But just some casual contact should work fine!" Though that reminds her of something else, as she gives him a careful look to make sure he's holding up alright.

"Um...What about you? Are you doing okay?" She still doesn't know what to make of their first encounter; maybe he just has a troublesome backpack and isn't touch averse at all. But past experience tells her to play it carefully, at least for the time being. "Sorry if it's nosey, but I thought I should check?" Because prying or not, she can't help but feel a little concerned; why should he be feeling sick or disoriented if it's so easy to prevent, after all?

A little of the bouncy friendliness leaves him as he fumbles for an answer. "Not really a fan." He'd help it if he could. He's even beginning to suspect that he's not that weird for this place and the people who've been pulled her. But he can't shake the cold, instinctive fear of being found out. The conviction that he'd be either torch-and-pitchforked or dissected if discovered remains even under very different circumstances.

While M'gann, with her shapeshifting now under control is under a little less fear of that...And entering into 'must help unhappy person' mode fast thanks to her thoughts being freed up from similar fears. And, deciding that food is always a fast way towards friendship, she goes rifling through the bag for another pastry.

"Are you a fan of sugar, though?" She asks him as she digs.

...In some ways he's not what you'd call a tough nut to crack. "Ja, always und forever." Sugar is a magical substance made of fairydust, after all. His expression lightens considerably. "At least the food is pretty good in general." He feels a bit silly for being pleased about it. He's still all kinds of kidnapped and in a bind, and he shouldn't consider pretty good snacks a major point, but they could be eating in a cafeteria. Blaugh.

Batgirl is a creature of the night, but she's also a creature who doesn't particularly like to be cooped up in a strange place. The more time she spends in costume on the roofs, the better a feel for the city she gets and the more comfortable she feels. From up here she can be alone with her thoughts, scope out escape routes, maybe even stop the occasional crime. They aren't nearly as common here as they were in Gotham. That's always a good sign.

What she isn't expecting is to see someone on the walls who is most certainly not wearing a mask. She stops, stares, tries to figure out what the hell he's doing. Then she figures she may as well ask.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Being awesome." The response comes before he's even turned his head to see who else is playing the climb-on-everything game. Since he's still kind of playing the totally normal human game, he does stop his skittering ascent and twist around to sit in an upturned bit of roof for purposes of having a conversation. He'd be just as comfortable dangling from his fingers (and more if he could use his tail), but there are forms to observe.

When he sees a mask, he moves from vaguely cheery to honestly smiling. Not many of his teammates go in for the mask and his own is a little different, but he can't help thinking of Mr. Logan. It's... homey. He waves, not upsetting his precarious-looking balance in the least. "Guten Abend."

"I'll let you keep it, I think. I'm not really very good with high places." Pippin is still staring when the boy lands, though now it's an impressed stare. "You're very good at climbing. And landing! I don't think even Legolas could have done that better, and he's an elf!" A hobbit certainly couldn't. Well, maybe Sam, but Sam is the most active of the four adventurers, Pippin is sure.

"Whoa, you know actual elves?" That's far from the weirdest thing going on right now, but he's always been a sucker for high fantasy, and elves are just cool in a way that random robots or people as odd looking as him without the image inducer just can't measure up to. Just... elves. Elves are cool. Enough that he's not even going to bring up the half-his-height thing. Or even the talking not-rabbit again, which he has now noticed is more of a mini-kangaroo.

"In that case, here; catch!" She digs out a good sized, golden brown colored thing that could be a donut, with a sizable amount of powdered sugar on it. And then gives it an easy toss towards Kurt, though she keeps her mind ready to snatch or steer it if necessary. (Though how she'll manage to do so unobtrusively, she hasn't figured out yet. Mostly she's hoping that won't come up at all.)

"I've had one already. Trust me, they're good!" Good way of cheering someone up, too. At least that's what she hopes.

She can't help but smile at the answer, though her hands are positioned threateningly on her hips. It is pretty frickin' awesome, no arguments there. She waves back, one eyebrow raised.

"Guten Abend," she replies, her accent very much American and quite stilted. "I'm guessing you do this sort of thing a lot, huh."

"I do." Pippin puffs up importantly. "I'm on very good terms with some, in fact! One of them... is even here." How awesome is that? That is very awesome. It's not every day that a hobbit gets to claim friendship with a handful of elves, much less that a hobbit stranded on another world can say one of that handful is stranded with you. Pippin is, really, pretty pleased Legolas is here.

Alright, he will concede that getting to meet an elf might make this ridiculous mess worth it. But he's not quite sure how to articulate it without sounding kind of silly, at the very least. "Well, that's pretty awesome. None of my friends are here..." He tries not to be sour about it. It's probably better that they aren't. What could his sister possibly do here?

The catch is easy, though powdered sugar is always a problem when there's fur to account for. He's totally willing to believe that and bites right in. "Sehr gut." He flashes a slightly awkward thumbs-up (awkward as any gesture involving fingers is when you have two less than a hologram is struggling to make it look like you have). "I'm a sucker for sweets."

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Nightcrawling

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