not_a_doll:

Well.  This had turned into one more insane adventure.  They'd gone to investigate UFO sightings, and instead run into a group of campers who'd encountered "monsters" in the woods.  One had already been made off with, and now another one had as well.  They'd fought, and then the last one of the creatures had jumped into the woods and vanished without a trace.

Lindsey looked around, using her sensors to try and find any sign.  So far, she was coming up empty.

"Open to suggestions here," she said o Roger and Johnny.

dc_baddie:

Somwhere in the Midwest, Two days ago.

The fog lifted from his mind for the first time in years a few months ago, but he'd always known on some level, that this was not who he was. Even after all of the Kryptonite, the drugs, the tests and above all, the /pain/....General Zod knew that his current situation was beneath his station. He was a hero, a warrior and a savior; how had he ended up like this?

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not_a_doll:

Lindsay had been on a number of missions for Project Cadmus and had traveled to a number of different locations across the United States and the globe.  Had it been under other circumstances, she might have enjoyed the opportunity to travel, even if it also occasionally meant ending up in the middle of nowhere Louisiana fighting genetic experiments who looked like something out of one of the cartoons her children had watched.   And Roger and Johnny were pretty good company, truthfully, even if Roger took some getting used to.

But now they were hiking through the middle of the New Jersey Pine Barrens, on some wild goose chase about possible alien sightings.

Now, Lindsay knew that aliens were real.  You didn't grow up in a world that boasted the likes of Superman, Starfire, and had seen numerous alien Green Lanterns, among others, over the course of the years and not believe in aliens.  It wasn't even a question of belief.  These things just were.

But she had a hard time believing that if aliens were still coming here that they would pick a place like this.

"One of these days," she said to her two companions, "we have got to get a better plan than wandering about until we get attacked by whatever we're looking for."

not_a_doll:

She didn't sleep, not in the conventional sense.  But her brain, along with a small handful of internal organs heavily guarded within her doll-like body, was still human and still required some measure of rest.  So one of the systems programmed into her body enabled her to shut herself down for brief periods, allowing her brain to refresh and dream.

In her dreams, she still remembered colors, vividly, not the tv-toned colors she saw now.  She smelled flowers, felt the wind upon her skin.  She held her children, kissed her husband.

In her dreams, she was still a woman.


An automated system woke her from her sleep.

ATTENTION, ATTENTION.  DOLL-WOMAN, PLASMOID, SUCKER PUNCH, PLEASE REPORT TO THE MISSION BRIEFING ROOM.  DOOM PATROL, PLEASE REPORT TO THE MISSION BRIEFING ROOM IN TEN MINUTES.

She rose from her recharge cubicle, pulling loose the power cord from the back of her neck, just under her plasticy, doll-like hair.  She dressed quickly into her green and white uniform, heading towards the briefing room.

In the short months since they had formed the Doom Patrol, she had seen numerous strange things, but some of which she would even get used to.  She had gotten used to--on some level--the power of her body.  But she would never get used to the "code-names" the Project had saddled the three of them with.  Caulder never used them, instead referring to the three of them by their real names, even though he preferred that they call him "Chief", as they typically used their names with each other. 

It might not have been much of a life right now, but it was hers. 

It beat going insane.

She stepped into the briefing room to find the Chief already waiting for them.