Nothing suggests that he's been snagged by one of the usual rogues, nor is it the right sort of lavish for Ra's; Tim doesn't remember how he got here, but that sort of thing happens when you're in his business.

It's a small mercy that Tim arrived in civilian clothing instead of his Red Robin gear. He'd prefer to have something armoured and electrified, or made of kevlar at the very least, but given the nature of this place it's probably for the best that he look a little less threatening. Admittedly, at 5'6", greyhound-lean, and with his hair in a messy bun, he probably doesn't come off as very threatening at all. Even if he's inexplicably waking up in a random shower or steamroom. He doesn't call out, but stays still until he hears a noise from the adjoining room.

After disentangling himself from that inauspicious arrival, he makes his way to the lobby. Ever fond of watching, he makes his way through the crowd, finds a coffee, and decides that he might as well find a spot to spend the night. Sleep isn't likely, but a cot with his back to the wall will work as well as a chair.

"Is this taken?"

On one hand, Ivy would have a field day; while on the other, she'd be appalled by the rigid gardening and (sacrilegious!) de-thorning of the roses. Still, if they are expected to explore the maze and conservatory, Tim is going to do his best to be cautious and avoid eating anything too unusual. Just like mushrooms, all fruit is edible! Some of it is only edible once.

Does this mean he's been lightly dusted with pollen? You bet. Annoyed with it more than anything, Tim is most likely found near a pool, fountain, or some other convenient way to try and rinse off the worst of it. Probably doesn't help much, does it?

When you don't have the reach that height offers, it only makes sense to compensate with better technology. After chatting with the gardeners and gathering a couple of simple supplies, Tim has set up a cobbled together fabric chute where baby bunnies can be herded along and into a box at the end of it. All they need to do is scare and then corral the creatures.

"Will you help?" Easy, simple, and presumably the local cooks will be able to make them into something nice. If anyone is taking suggestions, Tim is fond of a nice agnolotti.

Despite the occasional scattering of terribly fragile wild rose petals and papery poppies, Tim has volunteered to help in the clinic. He has some Opinions^TM about working somewhere called the 'Broken Wing', but that's a breakdown for another day. In the meanwhile, he's doing his best to keep people comfortable, getting them fluids, and being Rather Assertive with those that have gone a little too far in their transformation.

Should someone end up more aggressively viney than usual, he's willing to use a more direct bed-side manner to contain them. "Look, you've got to get this out of your system. Who do you have as your contact?"

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