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[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Her recent conversation with 'The Innovator' convinced Babs that she had put off setting up a global broadcast system for far too long. She had gone on a caffeine binge shortly after and now, after a few days with almost no sleep, she's finished.

With a final few keystrokes her salvaged network of satellites and radio stations begin broadcasting her digitally masked voice: "This is Oracle broadcasting on and monitoring all available frequencies. If you are receiving this message, please respond."

The system loops the message and constantly monitors for responses. There may be pockets of survivors out there, and if so then she definitely wants to know about them.

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[13th-doctor.livejournal.com]

Well. That makes life a lot easier.

"Oracle, hello. This is the Doctor. Waiting on your response."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

A response already. Barbara grins to herself.

"Hello, Doctor. What is your situation? Do you need any immediate assistance?" First thing's first with Babs.

[13th-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Not at all, everything's peachy here. Actually, I was going to start looking for you but you got there first. I think we have a common acquaintance on the airwaves who could do with some help."

Aww. But the Doctor needs no help!

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"There's only one person I know who's been making noise out there that I know of," Babs laughs. "Any idea where she is?"

[13th-doctor.livejournal.com]

"Not the faintest idea, beyond central Europe" she says ruefully. "I should be able to pinpoint her, but it's as if her signal keeps shifting. I have any number of theories as to why, but none of them leap out at me."

[heartofthedream]

Jean's pretty diligent when she's told to look for someone who'll know what to do with her.

So it's no mistake when she finally finds the woman in the wheelchair.

"You must be either Babs or Dinah?"

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Barbara looks up and quirks an eyebrow. "I am indeed either Babs or Dinah. What gave me away?"

[heartofthedream]

"I was told to look for either fishnets or a wheel chair."

This is said without any insult or innuendo. Just open comment. Wheelchairs didn't really exist in her world as a stigma after The Professor.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Well the wheelchair makes me Babs. Barbara Gordon, actually," she offers her hand. "Dinah's the one who thinks that fishnets make an excellent fashion statement."

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

Somewhere out in the world, the Rabbits ears twitch. A new broadcast, excellent. Might make things useful.

"Roger that Oracle, this is Long Ears responding."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"'Long Ears'" she repeats with a small grin. "You're not in need of immediate assistance are you?"

[misterbunny.livejournal.com]

"That's a negatory good buddy." He pauses, filtering. "Hey wait, is this the cute redhead with the plane?"

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Barbara's eyebrows twitch, "Do you know any cute redheads with planes?" She doesn't think she's run into anyone with the ability to reverse-engineer her distortion algorithms.

Shows what she knows.

[not-robin.livejournal.com]

Somewhere in Europe

The plane had crashed rather quickly upon his arrival in this place. Some sort of atmospheric disturbance. But it had landed in this rather odd old castle, more then well equipped to keep him alive.

And the walls were good at keeping out the creeping horrors.

But Tim had spent his time working on, well, mostly on trying to use time travel as a way to get home. Or even to send out a signal to the other Titans. He hadn't had luck with either track, until this moment.

As he stares at his radio reciever, a small twitch develops in the corner of his eye. Oracle, alive? True, it's the right time period for it, but...

He'd never got to say good bye to Babs.

"Oracle, this is Batman, respond."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

Barbara's response is immediate, "Oracle online. What do you need?"

It's only after that that she realizes that the voice sounded... off somehow.

[not-robin.livejournal.com]

He does the voice well. He's had plenty of time to practice. "Information. What's happened here?"

He's got the hood mic on, so his hands stay free. Can't let himself get out of shape.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Big question. How long have you been in the area? Depending on what you've picked up yourself I'll be giving you one of my five or six different packaged briefings."

The voice distortion hides the frown in her voice. She never forgets a voice, and this one is... slightly off. It could simply be the result of a timeline difference. A younger or older or slightly different version of Bruce...

She begins tapping keys, trying to figure out if her voice database made it through to this universe intact. She hasn't had to use it here, but if she can run this voice sample against what she has... maybe that'll help her figure out what's going on.

[whoismatches.livejournal.com]

It had been a long two weeks for little Miss Brown, stuck in podunk Canada, no cars, only canned food, and a rickety ham radio. And no damn explanation for where anyone was, or how far it might be to anywhere nice, or...

So when he radio crackles to life, and a familiar voice comes across it, Stephanie literally squeals with glee, nearly tripping over herself to pick up the Mike. "Oracle, is that really you? Oh thank- Well, thank whoever you need to thank, but thank them! This is Ste-" Wait a minute, on the air, remember secrecy. "Robin! Thank god you found me! I think this might be some kind of failed supervillain kidnapping or something, cause, they got me in this place all isolated, but no one has been around to brag about it!"

No, she has no idea.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Robin?" Barbara blinks, then shakes her head. "I thought you were just heading into town? Are any of the others with you?"

[whoismatches.livejournal.com]

"..uhm..."

Stephanie looks around her little shack, and then back to the mic.

"No? Just me."

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"What do you last remember?" Barbara asks, furiously attempting to get a current location on Sokka. After all, if Steph has been snatched and she hasn't heard from the boy then he must have been grabbed or injured himself.

[serinusniger]

"What are you doing?"

it involves computers. Dinah is therefore glad that the someone doing it is not her.

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"I made contact with someone via radio the other day, and it dawned on me that I really should make sure that people know we're out here and that we can help if someone needs it. So I'm setting up broadcast systems on primitive channels."

[serinusniger]

"Oh."

OK, that's cool. Dinah leans against a hand surface, crossing her ankles over each other.

"Who did you make contact with?"

[twiceahero.livejournal.com]

"Apparently I should have done this way earlier," Barbara rubs her face, "Because I've already made three or four contacts. There's some woman going by 'The Doctor' in the UK who has a teleporter."