by Robin Stanton » Wed Feb 01, 2023 11:27 pm
Robins loves her parents but sometimes they were a lot. And the last couple months especially so. First Mum had gone into full Science Panic to track down Dad, followed by a whole new spectrum of trademark Stanton issues from the Clay Blob themselves. It doesn't help that sometimes Robin wonders if her Dad is at least a little disappointed in her. Not for anything that's her fault but as she's gotten older she's come to realize her Dad is, in a way, lonely. The people who truly understand him can be counted on one hand. And that's a regular hand, not a Stanton one. And there is no one who is and thinks like him. Being born an innate shifter, so similar to his power she figures he must have, on some level, hoped she'd be like him. And she is, goofy, a bit irreverent, hopelessly optimistic and truly taking joy in their abilities. But for all their similarities she never fully followed his footsteps to where he is perfectly content to spend a day as a carpet or a dinner plate or a car and just become his shape.
There's too much of her Mum in her, she figures. The stubborn rock that would move mountains rather than be pushed around and who loves to wax scientifically about how Robin merges their two powers and gets a little too into the weeds at times, forgetting that Robin isn't a fan of the implication that her power shaped who she was. In her opinion - and she feels greatly vindicated about this in light of recent spark-related discoveries - she and her power are one and the same and chose each other regardless of genetic disposition inherited from two X-Genes cross-linking at similarly aligned repeat-sequences and blah blah blah. It makes no logical sense to her Mum that Robin wouldn't have been shaped by growing up with the powers inherited from them but since when has something as trivial as logic ever stopped a Stanton. Besides, Aunt Nailah was living proof that cause and effect aren't as straight-forward as everyone likes to think.
In Robin's expert opinion of being a twenty-something know-it-all, her parents work better together, keeping each other's shit in check. And thus after months of dealing with each of them individually she needs a break. And hey, she's here to stay for the time being, might as well familiarize herself with this weird alternate-past. Sure, she's been around the globe, vacations with her parents, trips with friends, missions with the X-Men. But she's never just gone out there, backpacking around Europe and finding her own way and that's exactly what she is going to do now. She's seen herself returning to her own world across the gulf of time, not looking older because duh shapeshifter, but still different somehow. She wants to figure out who that Robin is and how she'd get there.
And so she finds herself at the dorm where the central hub of her Dad currently resides, one hand raised to knock and loudly announcing "10 second pants warning!" before rapping her knuckles on the door. She then waits the aforementioned ten seconds before giving the door one last knock and stepping inside to walk up to the large mirror standing in the common room. "Hi there, Infinite Mirror of Dads."