welcome wagon

[thegoshdarn]

It hasn't been an exceptionally busy night. Robin's stopped a couple muggings, a robbery, and even returned a runaway dog to his owner, and "he" is now considering having one more loop around this section of the city before turning in for the night. Which would have been a perfectly nice and doable idea if it wasn't for the fact that the city just stopped being Gotham. She's ground-level in a much smaller city instead, surrounded by people who apparently have not noticed or do not care that a Robin just popped into existence.

Someone walks through her while she's trying to get ahold of Oracle or Bruce or Alfred or anyone, without even apparently noticing, which is. Fine. It's not like that's a recurring nightmare or anything. Tim's just going to start looking for anything she can use to gather some information about what's going on and where she is, dodging anyone in her path because no, she has no desire to be walked through like a ghost again, thank you.

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[thegoshdarn]

Tim accepts the usage of seatbelts gracefully, because she has no desire to fall out of a sleigh. At least, not without a plan in place for not doing at the end (although she does, as always, have her grapple).

"I'll assume you have experience driving."

Is driving the right word? She'll stick with that. And it's probably a better topic right now than talking about people dying.

[mark_in_the_sands]

"Not a lot yet, but it seems to stress the Yeti out less when I take the sleigh instead of flying off on my own," Cassie says, cracking the reigns over the backs of the reindeer. "Yahh!"

'On Dasher, on Dancer' isn't necessary to get things moving, but boy do these reindeer move. Cassie's not the speed-junkie Bart is (no one could be), but she does get a bit of a kick out of being in charge of the flight. They take off almost fast enough to leave the jingling sound of the bells on the harnesses behind.

[allaboutthatbasenoacid]

Wind in her hair Honey can't help but laugh with giddy delight at the sudden rush of speed. She had an adrenaline junkie in her life as well and she thought perhaps she might have caught a bit of the addiction if only by proximity and superheroics.

"We also sometimes travel by magical snow globe portals." She laughed delighted at just how utterly strange her life had become. "I'm still trying to quantify the cells of magical energy it uses."

[thegoshdarn]

"Of course you do," Tim mutters. "Because why have a single method of transportation that makes sense?"

All right, that's a little unfair. After all, the first team she was in had the Super-Cycle. God knows that didn't make much sense. "Any luck with it?"

[mark_in_the_sands]

"Better get out your equipment then, Honey Lemon, because we're about to hit portal altitude!"

Cassie gathers the reins in one hand so she can rummage through the bag at her feet with the other. She pulls out a snow globe and gives it a shake, tossing a grin over her shoulder at Robin and Honey Lemon.

"Everybody ready? All right, let's go -- the Pole!"

The snow globe glows in her hand and she pitches it out ahead of them with the excellent form she'd kept up since her days as the star pitcher for the Holliday School For Young Ladies intramural baseball team. It vorps into a hole in reality, surrounded by a glow like the northern lights and showing snow-covered mountains and glaciers on the other side. The reindeer know their home when they see it, and Cassie barely has to steer them into it at all.

On the other side of the portal, she brings the sleigh around to give them a view of the enormous wooden lodge build into the side of a mountain.

"It's not a building shaped like a giant 'T', but it's still pretty cool!" Cassie calls back over her shoulder.