sooooooooo confrontin the batterbitch didnt go EXXACTLY how id planned it
4 my entire life
and this kinda torpedos my beachbummin plans lol
cept shits back 2 normal now
minus my busted up arm which is makin lots of normal shit hard2do
but!!!
which of u hot 2 trotties wants 2 sign it first??

So, now I have two report cards for two different sophomore years.

Same grades for both, which is a little funny, since when I was actually a high school sophomore things were a little more up and down.

And I now remember having attended way more parties and sports games than I ever made it to when I was actually in high school. I'm definitely going to have to hit the beach more often this summer. Maybe stock up on my R & R, since I'm going to be doubling my courseload next year.

Nico, there's no uniform needed for the New Brew. Dress classy, but that's just a general guidelines and I'm sure you'll do fine with it. Actually, when you come by for your first shift, remind me and I'll give you some money out of the cashbox for it; Ianto always kept me in blazers and silk ties when I was working for him. We'll continue the tradition.

Jason, as soon as we're closed for the evening I'll come by and help clean up after that after-party.

After that, I don't care if I was just there yesterday -- it's beach time again. Nico, Jason, Steph, Souji, Yosuke, Ramona, Kate, Victor, Loki, Noh-Varr, Feliks, -- who's in?

And does anybody know whose phone number is written on my hand ?

Fuck all you guys, I'm fucking glad to get the hell out of here.

Fuck you for the swirlies, for shutting me in lockers, for every fucking humiliation I have fucking suffered here.

I won't miss fucking any of you.

Who: Tim Drake-Wayne and Damian Wayne. (possible side-threads for Jack or Kate? (Or Jason?))
What: A nice brotherly heart-to-heart.
Where: the top of the Four Saisones hotel.
When: Late night, June 14th/15th.

Tim came back from the beach with a clear head and a clearer agenda. The first step was easy -- he texted Kate. Looking to have a private brotherly chat tonight. Keep everyone clear of the Four Saisones while you all patrol? Thanks. After a moment of thought, he sent a text to Jack as well. Can you direct Jason's attention towards whatever Lau has going on tonight? I'm hoping to have a talk with our little brother without interruptions.

From there, it was simple. He suited up -- not in the Red Robin suit, but in his old colors, neglected in the back of his closet for far too long. Slipping out, he took his usual fast-lane through the business district, swinging from roof to roof with almost no ground contact, until he hit the side of the Four Saisones, one of the two tallest buildings in town. Climbing to the roof was beyond easy, even without the occasional maintenance ladder.

Moving to the front of the building, he stood, looking out over town, half-caught by the wash of spotlights illuminating the sign at the top of the building. For anyone who knew how to look, his presence here was obvious.

The only question was how long Damian would keep him waiting.

[ Okay, how does this work aga--uh. Hmm. Text the, uh.

Oh, the video is going. Whatever, this works. She does not care right now! ]

Can someone please explain what is going on?

[ ...And the video is upside down. She is holding the phone ups--oh, she fixed it. ]

I do not remember anything like this being mentioned during my, uh. 'Orientation'.

[This is weird, because Eleven never texts.]

Are you at home?

At your earliest convenience, I would like to see you in my office.