To: NEW MOORE YA [KB, Billy, The Green Menace, Scott]

It's a friday night, we're all relatively young and good-looking folks, why the hell aren't we out doing something reckless and irresponsible?

I'm thinking drinks at the sketchiest bar we can find, then maybe a patrol, and then back to the bar for another round. That counts as "team bonding", right?

[Maybe he should have warned someone working at Robbin' Baskins that he would be sleeping in their freezer, but he really doesn't think about these things.

He might have been...tempted to sneak some of the ice cream while he was in there.

He does this for as long as he can before he's interrupted. He doesn't just stick to that freezer (though it is certainly the tastiest). Waking up, he'll blearily rub his eyes before flying off to the next closest public building with a decent sized walk-in freezer to collapse in comfortably yet again. Sometimes he'll make a pile of snow to lie on, but not always. And each time, he's virtually motionless, as if he's been there for much longer.

So there's a random guy in your walk-in freezers who happens to be covered in a thin layer of frost that coats his entire body each time.]

[Video]

[Some time later, he decides to make a post about it. Just as a warning.]

If you see a guy in a blue sweatshirt with his eyes closed in your freezer, I'm just sleeping. If he's not wearing a blue sweatshirt, it's not me and you should probably be more concerned.

So of course when I bother to do this in person nothing actually happens. Been sitting here for hours. Of course nobody notices, that's the point, but it's the part where nobody understand tha gets to me.

It's about priorites. That's all it is,. So sometimes I get upset about things that don't bopther anybody else. And maybe I don't get as angry or heartbroken as everyone seems to think I should about other things. That doesn't mean I don't care. Didn't care. Whatever.

It really doesn'ty, Kate. I wasn't going to make a scene. We're driends. if that doesn't change the rest honestly doesn't botehr me thatr much. But I still acre. You know that I

Anyway. Honestly/ Everyhjing is going all right. Not well, not on plan, but everyone expecting me to be misrabl; and broken up or anythinh is going to be disappointed, because I've got it all

Well. Not under control. But I don't need control. When you're in the wayerf you never have contropl but that doesn't mean you can't float. Knowing hwo to surf is just the same.

I'm going to ghet up and walk over to Conmrda's now. If i'm going to look like an idiot is't better to do it where everybody knows tyour name.

Students, as much as I'm sure you've all had it up to your ears with hearing about the end of the school year, I'm afraid that I must add to the ever-growing list of final messages before the term ends. You should all know what you need to do for your end of year assignments by now, and if you don't I can only assume you've been truanting from class. Should that be the case, and if you don't want to fail English this year, I suggest that you come to see me. I will be holding office hours from 3:30pm to 5pm every afternoon next week.

It's a mite late on in the year to be wasting my time or yours with detentions, so I shan't be using them.]

[Bloody waste of time on the whole, anyway.]

I wish you all the best of luck in your assignments and examinations, and do remember that those office hours are there to be used. I don't bite.


[Filtered to other school staff/other adults he knows]
Would anyone care to join me at the pub later? I'll get the first round in.

[No, he doesn't just want the company and he's not taking Jack Frost's advice to get out more, what the devil are you thinking that for.]

Who: Tim Drake, Steph Brown, Noh-Varr, and a lurking Jason Todd.
Where: Universal House of Waffles.
When: ~3 AM June 1st.
What: Sing-alongs, waffles, and recovery from an unspecified amount of drinking.


Having fun had really not been on the agenda for the evening, but stumbling down the street between the Nancing Phony and UHOW, Tim could admit to himself that for once he was glad the night wasn't going according to plan. He wasn't sure how long the three of them had spent talking in the Phony, or exactly how many rounds of drinking there had been (more than three), but somewhere around the point where he, Steph, & Noh-Varr had started conspiring together to determine what drinks it would be funniest to send over to Jason's corner, he'd given up trying to make sense of things, and reminded himself that tonight was supposed to be about going with the flow.


Blinking, he realized he'd been staring at his feet as he walked, carefully measuring each step, and looked up to make sure the others were still with him. UHOW was only a few steps away.