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etrayalogs2026-02-17 06:24 pm
her_own_rules) wrote in etrayalogs2026-02-17 06:24 pm
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No one ever stops the wind from blowing
WHO: Barbara Gordon
WHEN: The rest of February
WHERE: Here n' there, as needed
WHAT: A collection space
NOTES\WARNINGS: General Batverse & couple things; will update specifics, as needed
It's looking like I might have a passable medication for the cervical spondylosis, and sitting upright/typing is back on the table, so it's play time & I'm back on my baggage, along with all those early Feb plans. Opens and closed's below. If you're looking for something with Babs, I can be found in DMs or plurk/discord (bothwanderlustlover).
WHEN: The rest of February
WHERE: Here n' there, as needed
WHAT: A collection space
NOTES\WARNINGS: General Batverse & couple things; will update specifics, as needed
It's looking like I might have a passable medication for the cervical spondylosis, and sitting upright/typing is back on the table, so it's play time & I'm back on my baggage, along with all those early Feb plans. Opens and closed's below. If you're looking for something with Babs, I can be found in DMs or plurk/discord (both
wanderlustlover).
[ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ: ᴅɪᴄᴋ ]
I don't know the city, but it isn't home
But you say I'm lucky to love something that loves me
They're back home, at least as far as the Manor ever goes as being home—especially anything she calls home. It's better than the creeping, corrosive dark, and the new weight this last mission feels like it's left knitted across her shoulder blades. At least. When she's awake. Which she isn't. Sleep always wins. Eventually. Whether mission weeks, or all nighters. Even if coffee isn't a quitter, the human body isn't always that lucky.
Which is how one would find Barbara Gordon right now. A riot of long red hair tugged free of a bun haphazardly in the night (when she couldn't roll her head while readjusting)—half-filled coffee cup on the bedside table, laptop closed, and to one side, near the opposite elbow. Curled up around a pillow that somehow got turned length wise, so that's she's more drapped around it, like she's hugging it, than simply laying back on it.