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[cannoneer]

[This was not how he was supposed to celebrate the world not getting destroyed. They were going to have waffles. He had his chef's hat and everything. No. Instead of that, he found himself sitting in the middle of some treehouse near a lake. Well, that didn't last long. After ripping off the stupid pants places on him, he hopped to the ground. With his scanners and computer systems, he started doing a sweep of the place. All the life signs were coming from the east. Time to get walking. While he does, he'll take a look at this book he found with his name on it. His real name.

Hours later? There's a Cyborg in town. He doesn't look too impressed and every now and then he'll lift up his left arm and start messing with a built in touch screen computer. All the while complaining about a severe pain in his back. The Malnosso may have been nice enough to leave the armor covering for his chest, but that means his wings are pressed tightly under the covering. He's going to need to... loosen that up a bit. Maybe he can use the smithy and not get noticed. It's worth a shot.

After getting that sorted out, he's going to be exploring the town. The shops, mostly. In the general store he's going to try and find his titans communicator. He heads into the clothing stores, takes one look, and leaves. He might stick around at the restaurants. You know. Recharge his human fuel. That evening? He'll be taking a trip to the barrier south of the village. Time to see how it stands up to a fully powered sonic cannon. When it doesn't, he sticks around out there. Staring at the sky. And deciding to talk to the journals finally.]

So looks like I'm stuck here after all. The name's Cyborg, from the Teen Titans. I'm not sure if anyone's heard of me. I heard there's all kinds of other worlds here. So what exactly do ya'll do around here for fun? You know, when we ain't trying to find a way out.

[He sets the journal side to check up on a diagnostic on his arm. He addresses it out loud, forgetting he left it recording.]

Didn't think so. Doesn't match any of the star charts.

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[touchofrogue]

[Hey, the music is at respectful store-wide volume.

...or it was before she moved into the back to do some more sorting. That Mp3 player is just. Sitting there on its docking station.

Carry on, then.]

[cannoneer]

[Yeah, he's just gonna march up and mute that. Just until he can find his communicator.]

[touchofrogue]

[And out pops a striped head of hair.]

Hello!?

[cannoneer]

Shh! [He shushes her, then listens... listens... and, yeah. It's in vain.]

Aww man, it's not even here!

[touchofrogue]

[...that. Is not exactly the kind of face that you forget.

She knows you. You lived in her house once.

...you don't appear to remember her.

Aw, hell.

Sighing, she leaves off scolding him about touching her Mp3 player and enters the room.]

What ain't here?

[cannoneer]

[Sorry, she isn't remotely familiar. He's frowning as he tries again to get a signal to ping the communicator. But. Nothing.]

My communicator. I mean, sure, I don't actually need it. But what's a Titan without his Titan communicator?

[touchofrogue]

A Titan stuck usin' the journals like the rest of us?

I'll keep an eye out for it, if ya like.

[cannoneer]

Thanks. This is what it looks like.

[He presses a few things on his arm screen and then holds it out, a little awkwardly, to let her see. These screens are meant for his own use, so they aren't exactly angled for an audience.]

[touchofrogue]

[Yeah, I know.

All the same, she glanced at the specs.]

Got it.

[cannoneer]

[Good enough. He shuts the screen down, then crosses his arms as he surveys the place.]

Sorry about the music. I needed to be able to hear its signal.

[touchofrogue]

[Points for the apology.]

I ain't crazy about when people touch that it - it ain't like I can whistle up a replacement here.

[Speaking of...]

First day?

[cannoneer]

[No, but he could fix it! And not in a fiendish Tony Stark-esque way.]

Yeah. I'd ask if it was obvious, but I already know the answer to that one.

[touchofrogue]

[Yeah, you did touch her Mp3 player, man.]

So... on a scale of one ta ten, how freaked out are you?

[She says, to determine whether or not she should bring up the past him.]

[cannoneer]

Well the wings are freaky.

[Not that she can see them. The casing he wears on his torso is currently hiding them. Fairly painfully, actually.]

But being beamed up to some random place like this? This kind of thing happens all the time.

[touchofrogue]

So we're lookin' at about a four?

[cannoneer]

After the day I just had? I'm calling it a three.

[touchofrogue]

[Oh, machismo. How she's missed you. 8|

Anyway, Rogue still thinks a four is a better measurement, but he can probably take up to a five okay.]

Good, then you can afford ta let it get a little weirder. The name's Rogue. [She nods towards him.] You're Cyborg.

[cannoneer]

So you already know me. Guess that saves on the introductions. [... yeah. Being a superhero? People already knowing you kind of already comes with the gig.] Rogue. That some kind of superhero name, then?

[touchofrogue]

[She waved a gloved hand dismissively.]

Depends who ya ask.

[...bah. She doesn't want to do this, but she owes it to Beast Boy... hell.]

[cannoneer]

I'm asking you.

[touchofrogue]

[Heh.]

Then no. It's just who I am.

[cannoneer]

Well, I can dig it. [Cheery. He turns to look back at the exit.] But I guess the next step is seeing what my cannons can do to the barrier.

[touchofrogue]

You wanna try, you can go ahead.

[She shrugged and started heading over to her "desk."]

Ya run into anyone from your world yet?

[Namely Robin?]

[cannoneer]

[Head shake.]

So far it looks like it's just me.

[touchofrogue]

That... wasn't always the case. Beast Boy was here a while back. Last I heard, Robin was still around, but... haven't seen him in weeks - not that that's too unusual.

[Not only do they not get along, but your boy is a paranoid nut. 8|]