seesaw:

As on many occasions since getting here, Margery Daw Grundy is watching television, trying to sort herself out.

It's just that there's lots of them, in this case; she's finally properly onthe rotation for monitor duty.  And she keeps the room quite chilly.
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Chilly enough to follow everything that's going on every screen with minute attention to detail that belies the apparent dullness. She's no supergenius even at her best, barely even literate, but she can be quite smart, and she's kept watch enough in her life to know how to pay attention like there's someone trying to kill you and everything you love. Because there is.  And she's at her best now, mentally and physically.  Logically speaking, most of the YJLA members would have an extra-hard time destroying her right now. And yes, she's thinking about that, even though it's also logical that they wouldn't try. Unless there was an especially impressive psychologically-affecting accident. So it's good to know anyway.

seesaw:

 It was a cold day. That was good. If it had suddenly warmed up or something, she wouldn't have the nerve to do anything. But really, being on the top of her game didn't always help. She still looked around constantly even after some time here, always feeling that she was going to be trapped.

Eventually, she found him.  "Superboy?"

first_son:

The JLA has a tendency to go all out for the holiday - and the younger generation isn't an exception. Jon has been working much of the day to get the decorations up around the base. Which says a great deal about just how decorated it gets, considering he's been doing most of it at super speed, and is only now starting to slow down and get to the detail work, with the big stuff done.

collateralmagic:

It starts as a normal day at YJLA headquarters.

Most of the team is already present; there's a meeting due to start in about half an hour and a training session after. Only minor beeps and alerts are coming through over the computers, nothing that can't be taken care of by local law enforcement. Outside, it's sunny, and there are even birds chirping and twittering to each other. It's almost blissfully quiet.

Until, very suddenly, it's not.

There's a near-tangible shift to the atmosphere as a wave of something blooms from somewhere within YJLA headquarters and travels outward through the building. It passes through walls and furniture and people with equal ease, bringing darkness with it as the lights go out and electronics abruptly fail to function. Openings to the world outside of headquarters -- doors, windows, escape hatches -- are consumed by the walls around them, vanishing entirely in some cases or scarring over as if they were old wounds. The emergency generator hums to life for a moment before it too fails and plunges headquarters back into darkness.

A glowing fog begins to rise, barely enough to see by. It's purple, and parts of it glitter. Faint, abstracted laughter floats down the halls; and Alina's voice trails after it like a handful of ping-pong balls down a staircase:

"That's more fun."

seesaw:

Margery had eaten a mushroom and olive pizza. It was nice. Real nice.  But this place was really creepy. So many pictures of people who weren't genocidal maniacs, but played them in the real world. Except the real world wasn't the real world anymore.  So she tried to sit and stay out of the way, and... oh, someone was coming.