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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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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.

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.

"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.

Tims working on his upper body, clambering through the rafters. "As long as time in this place moves in a precedeing fashion, I've been here the equivalent of two months. As near as I can tell, I landed in what should be Markovia, but, isn't."

Tim hangs from his perch, eyes closed. "According to the information I've collected, this place is supposed to be Pottsylvania, if you can believe that. The countryside is over run with some sort of mutated creature, some thing like an octopus crossed with a rat. They're swarming everywhere that isn't the castle I find myself occupying. Don't seem to have any sort of sleep schedule, nor have I seen them to sleep at all. Completely active, twenty four hours a day. And not very nice."

"Have you run into any other survivors?" Barbara asks as she simultaneously begins figuring out what he'll need to know while continuing to search for her voice archives.

[Do you mind if she does manage to correctly identify him at this point, or would you rather drag out the mis-identification?]

"None living." But quite a few deceased. "I've had no luck raising any of the telepaths." His team uses Raven, but she'd probably assume J'onn or Arthur. "And according to my instruments, there's nothing in orbit, or on the Moon to get in contact with. What's going on Oracle?"

((I'd prefer to hold off for a bit.))

"World jump," Barbara grimaces as she finally confirms that her voice files were not in the Aerie One's backup servers. Nothing to run a comparison against.

"The short version is that you've arrived in a world that, for reasons as yet unknown, has a rash of portals that bring things in from other worlds. You've been sucked in from home. The monsters you're up against likely came from other worlds. This place was mostly Earth-standard before whatever it was started."

"No metas, no magic," oddly, there doesn't seem to be Bruces usual distaste for the word when he says it. "Science unassisted by super genius or alien technology?"

He takes a few seconds to turn it over in his head. "Now tell me the good news."

"The good news is that about 10% of the global population managed to survive having monsters dropped on them. I've managed to cobble together something that at least approximates a communications network. And finally I've actually got the people and gear to start doing something about this mess."

She rubs her face, "If you can find somewhere to land it, I've got jet transport available."

"If you can get it to fly over the castle, I can get attached." Grapple or wings, he'll manage it. He's done higher speed pickups with Kon. "Any names I'll know?"

"I'll probably send Lady Blackhawk your way after she's had a chance to refuel. And maybe Black Canary with her."

Lady... Oh, right. Oracles crew. "Canary is here? Excellent. She's got a good head on her shoulders. Where are you working out of?"

"I got lucky. Came through with the Aerie One intact. So I've been using it as a mobile base of operations. Mostly working out of Kansas these days. There seems to be some sort of bubble that prevents portals from opening in the area so it's about as stable as this world gets."

Kansas- "Has Superman come through?" The x-ray vision might be an issue.

"Not... exactly. We've got a local version of him, but he's not the same person from back home."

"Mhmm."

Tim files that away for later use.

"When can you send that pick up?"

"There's a mission in progress, but once they get refueled I'll have them headed your way. Within 24 hours."

"Anything else I need to know?"

"Nothing that can't wait," Barbara decides. "I'll put together an information packet you can read on the way in."

"I'll be waiting." Did he get the bruskness from Bruce? Likely.

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