revivalproject | Here She Comes

WHO: Robin Buckley, You?
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: New Arrival Trying To Figure It Out
WHEN: July 12th
WARNINGS: None
NOTES: I am considering TDM stuff canon unless otherwise asked.

I. Beat The Heat? | Temba Fountain

There's nothing that is even remotely nice about her arrival. Here she is, tired, grieving, freaked out about everything going on at home, and BAM! Wake up in a damn fountain. Her clothes are dripping now, her hair is limper than Steve's without his expensive hair spray, and it's blisteringly hot. Oh, and did she mention she woke up with her bicycle on her? Which she was now having a hell of a time lifting over the edge of the fountain?

Okay, it wasn't that it was too heavy. But it WAS fucking awkward and her hands were slippery and...

"Oh Fuck you!" she curses as she loses her grip again and the bicycle splashes back into the water.

II. That's Not What I Expected | Temba Hangar

"Oh you have GOT to be kidding me."

Aliens. She was kidnapped by ALIENS, and she didn't even get to see the space ships that were supposed to be here? She's biked all the way over here, over the literally worst roads ever, had to carry her bike around massive cracks and rubble, and tried awkwardly to follow the weird map on her little 'pocket computer' and this was what she got?

"Come on!" she shouts into the hangar. "Aliens have space ships! I want to see the space ships!"

III. Give Me A Break! | Temba Hotel

It's been such a stupidly long day. The fountain. The empty hangar. The diner she was at earlier and had met people at. And now this.

"Why?" Robin asks as she looks at the stairs. They're taller than they should be. She looks from them to the bicycle she had at her side. It was bad enough that she was going to have to go up them. But she was tired and upset and confused and now she had to carry this thing up them too? "What sort of hotel doesn't have rooms on the bottom floor? This is the worst design!"

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"Yes." Yes, he did know. It would not have been his choice to come here either.

"...Messed up?" he asks. Because that sounds...concerning.

"Yep," she says as she starts wheeling her bike back the way they had come from. "Evil alternate dimensions with super evil wizards or something in them that curse people so they can try and end the world. Really freaky."

Ah. Yes, that was definitely 'messed up'.

There was something unsettling about the fact that so many people's worlds had their own kinds of Calamities.

"...You fight it?"

She wanted to be home. A home she must want to protect.

"I mean, I've apparently got a mean throwing arm, so yes."

Because she had definitely firebombed a great evil, so there's that.

Link nods, accepting this explanation without doubt. After all, you could do a lot by throwing things.

Especially when the things you were throwing are bombs.

"We'll get back." Link would do everything he can, to help Robin get back to saving her world.

"I hope so," she says with a sigh. Because... Because Vecna was apparently still out there. And something had to be done about him.

Link nods. And then, now feeling confident that reassurance has been given, he concludes that there's no need to continue this conversation any longer.

Apparently, it doesn't occur to him that Robin might have other questions she wants to ask.

"Bye," he says - before running off, and climbing up a nearby building.

W-what? Robin watches the kid take off and... What the hell just happened?

"Okay, that was a whole thing."

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