[When Cambot turns on it's... well, on a very strange scene. It's the cafeteria all right, done up in the violently girly scheme of the week, but a few of the tables have been pushed together in the center of the room and used as a dumping ground for a very, very large pile of completely random assorted small objects. There's dice, there's hats, there's pens and pencils, at least one paintbrush, several keychains, multiple wallets, a couple of hats, a pair of goggles, sewing supplies, fabric scraps, restorative potions, at least two masks, some business cards, one very beat up and destroyed-looking pony-shaped doll, watches, some small American flags and flag pins, two wristbands, a few rings, some bracelets, wrapped field rations, a couple of small plushies, quills, a pair of sunglasses, bits of wire, a small screwdriver, an elaborate tiara with a purple gem centered on the front, a smaller black tiara, and at least seven socks, three bras, and six pairs of panties. For some reason there are no boxer shorts. For some reason..]

[And hanging off to the side is a young teenage boy with a resigned look on his face - hanging upside down by his ankles being tied to a pipe in the ceiling, that is. He's also been splashed all over with various colors of paint with glitter mixed throughout, though whoever did this to him was considerate enough to actually paint his face a rainbow riot and not splash that so he didn't choke. And if the paint and glitter weren't enough, there is a ridiculous assortment of every single kind of Lisa Frank sticker basically embedded in the paint all over him, except on his exposed skin. He's wearing pants and long sleeves under all the paint just for that purpose. He's been allowed to keep the mask on to preserve his "secret identity," but Robin's not too thrilled with the fact that he's got robotic company now, even though he knew he'd be found sooner or later.]

...You just had to show up now, didn't you.

[There's a pile of clothes in the middle of the hall on one of the housing decks, a fairly normal set of clothes that's a green shirt, jeans, black hoodie, and sneakers - but the sunglasses on top give away the clothes' likely owner. There's also some angry chirping coming from ...somewhere, but it's pretty muffled. Then the clothes start bobbing up and down, like something's struggling to get out from under it, and a hand reaches out from behind the camera to move the hoodie and shirt aside enough so that a little brown feathered head pokes out and begins speaking actual words.]

-think you get used to weird stuff happening, but this takes the cake. Definitely not feeling the aster on this one.

[Robin wriggles the rest of the way out from under his (former?) clothing, hopping and flapping until he's on top of the pile, looking up at Cambot. If a small bird could look unimpressed, he totally is.]

They're taking this way too literally. Hey, anyone out there with teeth? Try to take a bite out of me and you'll regret it.

Hey there, everyone. It's- hey, come on, this way.

[Seems that unattached Cambot has finally gotten attached, and its target was the boy currently adjusting it so it filmed his face and not off to the right like it was trying to. Said boy has shed his whelmingly distinctive costume and gotten into civvies, but he's still hiding his eyes - this time behind a pair of very dark sunglasses. And if he doesn't look remorseful or penitent, at least he looks more relaxed and friendly than he did when he first showed up.]

Sorry for being less than astrous earlier - it's been an overwhelmingly long couple of days, heavy on the "over," and showing up somewhere you can't identify with no idea how you've gotten there hasn't ever been my favorite thing in the world. I figured something else had gone wrong - and obviously it has, just not in the way I thought it did. So, sorry to anyone I scared, or attacked. If you ever want a spar in the future, all you've gotta do is ask.

Seems like you guys already know Wally and Kaldur, so that makes things easier. I'm a friend of theirs - call me Robin. And if someone could point me to some computers, that'd be amazing.