[ There is Cambot, bobbing down the hall, minding its own business. Then, without warning, a blur races past, sending the poor bot whirling as something crashes - loudly - and gives a muffled grunt of pain. Cambot gradually recovers and turns to see what happened, and... wow, who is this guy? He sounded familiar for a second there, but there hasn't been anyone on the Satellite that wears a bright red and yellow suit, right? Uh-oh, he looks angry. ]

Does fighting crime mean nothing to you? You had to take me away from the Light for bad literature? Again?! As if high school wasn't bad enough?!

[ That is not the greeting Cambot was expecting. Again? Has he been here before? Maybe he's a familiar face, after all...? ]


((OOC: I may still be pretty slow in responding due to RL. But he's here for the time being, and I'll try my best.))

[ Look who's finally waking up! It's a cheetah, covered in torn clothes and hanging out on the very same bed that Robin left him for a week. Man, can he sleep. Waking up from a delicious, apple pie-induced coma is a slow process, though; he gives a big yawn to show off all of those lovely carnivore teeth of his and stretches like only a cat can before finally opening his eyes and blinking at his surroundings. It's all coming back to him now...

...Wait a minute. Something isn't right here.

Pie. There was pie. And... And he didn't get to finish it. He quickly looks around for the remnants of it, but of course, it is nowhere to be found. The cheetah's face falls in disappointment. ]

Aww, man, and that was a good pie, too.

[ He sighs and goes to get out of bed when he notices something else... Paws. Paws where hands should be. With spots on them, like...

He pounces over to the mirror and yep, Wally's right. He is a cheetah. He fell asleep one minute, and the next he's a cheetah. This whole place is starting to feel more and more like Klarion's personal toy. Wait, that's actually... That might actually be it! There will have to be a meeting about that later. But for now, he's coming to another realization entirely: ]

I can run again!

[ Be right back, dashing off to run circles around the Nature Deck! ]

[ Shortly after Pinkie's recent post, Cambot appears on the Cafeteria deck, revealing a startling number of apples and apple pies among the grassy land. Wally is among them, with a fork and a pie in his hands that's about halfway gone. Surprisingly enough, he's not wolfing it down all at once, but he's in heaven, and heaven is made of apples (and a touch of ice cream). And even for speedsters, there are just some things that are sacred. Some foods, like a good apple pie, are just sinful not to savor.

It looks like there might be another reason why he's slowed down, though? Even as he notices Cambot floating nearby and looks up with a grin, Wally's rubbing at his eyes, looking for all the world like a content child who needs a nap after filling his belly. ]

Hey, guys! You've got to try these apple pies. They're almost as good as Joan's! [ Who is Joan? Too bad, you're not finding out unless you ask. He's forgotten that not all of you would know the original Flash or his wife. Too bad for you guys; you're totally missing out! ]

There's plenty to go around! I dunno how she made them so fast, but Pinkie Pie's... [ He pauses, eyes drooping suddenly. ] the best... [ Wally. Wally, what are you doing? Snap out of it, buddy. ] talking pony... [ The pie falls to the ground. ] ever. [ And Wally follows it, falling sideways on the grass and not moving. ]

[ Well, here's a familiar face! Or perhaps not, because he's been gone for a while. At any rate, there's a ginger on your screen, looking rather tired and a mite annoyed, at that! He gives the camera a half-hearted wave. ]

Heeeeeeey, guuuys. Miss me? Well, now you don't have to, because here I am! Without even a "Welcome Back" party, either. You guys really know how to make a guy feel at home, let me tell you.

[ He's totally not dripping sarcasm. Really. Please forgive him; he hasn't slept in at least a day. ]

There just wasn't enough going on back home, you know? Totally uneventful. I'm a teenager; I need some excitement in my life! And what better place to find it than on the Satellite of Loooove, with its dampening field and talking rainbow ponies and crazy experiments? It's perfect! And here I was just going to go for a midnight stroll! What was I thinking?

[ He throws his hands in the air and meanders around the hall for a few moments as Cambot watches, obviously trying to walk off his frustration. This was not supposed to turn into a rant. Calm down, Wally. Breeeeeeeathe. Okay, now try again. ]

Where is everybody? I haven't seen anyone, and I've been here for at least an hour already. Are you all hiding from me? Planning that "Welcome Back, Wally" party as a surprise? 'Cause I'm totally cool with that! Buuuut shouldn't everyone still be acting relatively normal? Like, you know, not all completely disappearing? Seriously, I'm starting to feel like I'm in a horror flick, here, On an abandoned satellite waiting for aliens to attack!

Or zombies.

Or zombie aliens.

[ He takes a moment to consider this. ]

I wouldn't put it past this place. Better go stock up on knives and forks from the cafeteria, just in case. Rob didn't teach me to throw Batarangs for nothing.

[ Say hello to Wally, everyone. It's been a while since he posted something, huh? Cambot's zoomed in pretty close, but even so, Wally looks a little... perplexed. ]

Uh, hi guys. There's this weird spongey thing growing under the sink in the cafeteria. We miiiiight want to get that checked out. It kinda... breathes.

[ Okay, now that that weirdness is dealt with... Cambot starts zooming out slowly, revealing this little guy perched on Wally's shoulder. He tips his hat. ]

Oh! Has anyone else been seeing these little spiders? This little guy won't leave me alone. And I swear I've seen more of them around. They're not really doing anything - exceptmaybeplanningtitakeoverthesatellite - but they're kinda cute, with their little top hats.

[ It sticks its tongue out at him. Wally looks disappointed. ]

Or... not.

[ Wally stands in a hallway, hands on his hips, looking up at Cambot with a frustrated expression. ]

Okay, seriously, what's with all the cameras? It's like we're on some kind of reality show here!

[ He walks right up to the camera, eyes narrowed into a glare. Staring contest?! Cambot switches to a fish-eye lens for effect.

...Okay, so he can't win a staring contest with a camera. But that's beside the point. He keeps staring, refusing to blink. A few seconds later, of course, his eyes start getting dry, and he finally relents with a small noise of frustration. ]

There's got to be something more interesting to record than this. Isn't there a talking cat running around here? Go follow him around some more! Make cute little videos for the Internet or something!

[ Staring contest redux! He admits defeat sooner this time, though, having completely lost patience with it. He throws his hands into the air. ]

Man, you're worse than Supey watching the No Signal thing. Fine! Follow me around, see if I care.

[ It's painfully obvious that he does care, but he will not be admitting to that anytime soon. He just runs off without another word. The camera trails after him, slowing as Wally comes to a stop with an expression of something like shock. His hands are balled into fists, and he throws them into the air again with a loud yell. ]

And why can't I run?!