green_lantern:

The JSA/JLI and JLA cookout was going well. Everyone was having a great time except for Dex. Quite frankly he was bored. Hanging out and talking was not his thing. He had eaten, but now he wanted a drink and soda and water wasn't going to cut it. He wanted beer and it was time to get out of here and get some beer.

young_swimmer:

Cait decided to spend a day or two at the cottage before heading back to San Francisco. She needed a day or two to decompress after spending the past week in Atlantis. Dealing with Arthur was always stressful, this time being no different. Amnesty Bay was the perfect place to decompress and get some peace and quiet.

She walked out of the ocean and pulled the water out of her clothes and hair. She headed for the small cottage at the base of the lighthouse. She opened the door, stepped inside and never saw the blow. Pain spiked at the back of her neck and the world went dark.

"Bring her," a male voice said and a figure stepped out of the shadows. The man next to him picked up Cait's inert body and threw it over a shoulder. The two men left the small cottage.

green_lantern:

Dex pounded on the heavy bag with bare fists. He had been in the gym abusing the punching bags for the past two hours now and didn't show any signs of slowing down. Sweat rolled down his bare chest and soaked his hair.

brightestknight:

Lee woke late at night feeling kind of hungry. Since he didn't feel like he could go back to bed just yet he decided to head to the kitchen for a snack.

Once he got the the kitchen he opened up the fridge and grabbed some of Ma Hunkel's chocolate chip cookies and some milk. A nice late night snack.

macemeetface:

Things had been fairly quiet, lately. Almost too quiet, for Layla's tastes. She was getting a little restless, and restless wasn't a state that she handled very well. Or at all, for that matter.

So, she decided to go a patrol around the city after she got off of work. If she couldn't find any skulls to bash in, she'd head back to the Brownstone and fire up the training simulator.

Hawkgirl flew over the city, her mace held firmly by her side, her eyes peeled for anything. So far, nothing.

She'd give it about another hour or so before heading back to the Brownstone for bashing simulator robots.

...And pie. Maybe.

dc_holiday:

"Nothing is more honorable than a grateful heart." - Seneca

In America today is a day for being thankful for the things in people's lives. Today was a day to celebrate family, friends, prosperity and health with food, family and friends. It is a time to reflect on what is important us and to recognize the gratitude we hold for having those things in our lives.

macemeetface:

Layla was in the JSA's battle simulation room. She'd had a tough day at work, and taking a mace and smashing some robots was always a good way to blow off some steam. Layla had her favorite simulation set..Nazi robots. She flew around the room, dodging fire and smashing robots with her mace. It was a good way for Layla to really let loose and just blow off some steam without actually really hurting anyone.

green_lantern:

Living at the new headquarters was a lot better than his small apartment. It was cleaner for starters and a lot more quieter at night. Dex hadn't slept so well in his life. Though there were times he did miss the gun shots and the wail of sirens.

Staying here meant helping out though.

Currently Dex was moving old stuff from upstairs into the basement.

The elevator opened and Dex stepped in carrying a large box.

macemeetface:

After she'd visited Cat, Layla had put in a quick call to her Dad to tell him that she was back in the states, and that she'd be back in St. Roch in a couple of days. She then decided to head on over to the JSA Brownstone, to see if they wouldn't mind her crashing there for the night. It'd been a long time since she'd been over there, having been away in Egypt for the past year. Still, it wasn't as if she'd never stopped by before, or made the annual appearance at the occasional cookout with her dad.

Layla made her way up to the door, suitcase and bag with costume, mace, and wings in hand. Layla rang the doorbell and waited.