dc_misc:

With some assistance from T.H.U.N.D.E.R., the team managed to convince the Thai government to allow them to follow the August General's lead to Proteus' location. The area itself was the suspected headquarters of a Malay terrorist group, so the JLI was advised to be on the lookout, as it was suspected Proteus may be working with the organization.

dc_thunder:

 There were times that she hated this job. This being one of them, but this came from the top. They couldn't afford a blow like this to the still relatively new JLI project. She sent a message to the Hall of Justice to expect her arrival.

gal_gardner:

Petra had decided to have a Girls Night. The problem with that being that most of her acquaintances, of good or ill repute, couldn't quite keep up with her. Cat was busy with wedding planning, and Avia had plans for the evening with Will. Dee couldn't keep up, and Cindy usually had some line about avoiding creating potential blackmail material.

So, she'd called Maria.

"So, I'm planning on getting shnockered on the dime of any impressionable men or women that think they have a shot with me this evening. Interested?"

bwa_ha_ha:

Having relocated to the Titans Tower in NYC (at least until she and Riley got their own place, and even then, they'd probably keep a room there), it made it a little easier to drop in on Petra at Warrior's.  Not that the flight from Gotham was hard when you had an alien space bug fused to your spine, but it was never quite long enough to watch anything on a DVD and if you went too fast, you got splattered with bugs or ran into flocks of migrating birds.

So Dinah had called ahead to let Petra know she was coming, and dropped herself into a booth.

gal_gardner:

Petra had been waiting for the better part of an hour, getting a good laugh at this month's sex positions in Cosmo, the latest funny cat videos, and bookmarking a few new pastry recipes to try making with Din. Finally, her quarry appeared.

"Hey, Xian. Come with me now, we need to talk." She gets up from her seat at the table and starts marching towards him, and the door behind him.

khym_jonzz:

So, she had a boyfriend!  That was terribly exciting news!  It had not gone exactly like the TV had said it would, but it was close enough.

News like this, of course, deserved to be shared with ones' girlfriends.  And since Petra was the first one she had shared with to begin with, she would be the first one she would share with again.

So it was that Kim arranged to meet with Petra at Warrior's once more.

madeofgoesfast:

Steven has been counting the days. The paperwork is filed, listing himself as the primary owner of Speedforce Productions, Ltd., with Annie, Jai, Iris, Tess and Cindy as partners. They have the space rented for each of the shoots - this one on a private beach. Everyone among the superheroine crowd that was willing to sign an NDA was invited with an RSVP request so they knew how many swimsuits to design.

Pippi has her own space to handle hair, wardrobe and makeup for the models, with Harry along to help coordinate getting everyone in to see her as adjustments were needed. Jai has the task of helping with setup, extra cameras, following Jo Kent around to shoot interviews while Steven handles the main coordination, and whatever else needs gophering. Jo is their reporter, there to conduct interviews with the models about their neighborhoods, causes important to them, and whatever else they want to discuss to help introduce themselves to the greater universe who often doesn't get to interact with super heroes.

Aside from the main area of beach, there,s a large bin full of beach balls. Tons and tons of beach balls, all of them two or three-colored in the colors of the various super heroines who confirmed they'd be here.

"Alright, when people are ready... I know we had one organizational meeting. But I thought I'd use this opportunity to thank everyone for coming. We're going to do the biggest and most complicated shoot first, and start working out details of the others. We have tentative volunteers, but some of the schedules are still open, and we're very open to shooting in pairs.

Other than the shoot here, consider this a day on the beach, courtesy of Speedforce Productions. After the shoot, we'll bring down food and drinks... there's plenty of water over by Pippi's station in the meanwhile."

gal_gardner:

"I'm telling you Lizzy," Petra munches away at her curly fries, just behind the seats for their lane, with an open line of sight to the lane she knew her little girl-friend would be on with... her boy. "--I don't trust him. No-one just meets someone else like that. He's gotta be some kind of pickup artist." She'd gone very light on the details prior to getting Lizzy along to run surveillance/security with her. She wanted unbiased responses.

sonoftheatom:

Dinadan jumps a bit in as his father claps a hand on his shoulder.

"Everything's set up, kiddo," Ray says. "I'll be in the next room if the pair of you get in trouble or decide you want adult supervision."

"Thanks Dad," Dinadan says. "Anything goes wrong, we'll shout. But I'm pretty sure I can handle it."

Ray glances at the veritable nest his son has built of notes on the shrinking technology.

"I'm sure you can," he answers, shaking his head. "What do you think, pizza for dinner?"

"Sounds good. I'll ask Petra what she wants when she gets here, I don't want to call her in cast she's en route."

Today's the last phase of making sure that Petra can safely use the shrinking technology inherent in the Atom belt: actually testing it out. That part should be easy enough, it ought to go well, and then they can work on some of the basic things you need to know while being six inches tall.

Though Dinadan's already swept the room for rats. Nobody enjoys fighting a giant rat the first time they shrink.

green_lantern:

It had been a long fight with the Cadre, but in the end the Justice League International had won. The Cadre members were in jail and life went on. Dex grabbed a beer and kicked back on the couch in front of the tv.

green_lantern:

Dex stormed around the JLI headquarters using his ring to lift furniture and toss it out of the way. Miss Fluff was missing and Dex was /worried/. She never just disappeared. She was either sleeping on his bed or she followed him around. Now she was nowhere to be seen and he hoped something didn't happen to her.

khym_jonzz:

(Backdated to sometime closer to K'hym's "date" with "Virgil")

K'hym, in her guise as ordinary human Kim Johns, sat herself down in a booth at Warriors.   What a strange set of experiences she'd had lately.

She needed the advice of someone with more experience doing human things that her.  Preferably someone female.  She had seen on her television shows the idea of the Girl Talk, and believed this was the solution she needed.  Avia, however, was out on tour, and Dinah was busy with the Titans, and Cindy was likewise busy.

Fortunately, Petra was still available and had been willing to meet with her.

risky_russian:

Well, it was strange to be standing there. It was so very muggy there, a far cry from Kiev even in the summer. The heat was oppressive, especially with Oksanas thick uniform (her military uniform, *not* her hero uniform) as she walked into the large building known as the Hall of justice. She knew that she had been accepted, but nothing much beyond that. So she had a bag (which had two spares of her actual costume) and an older uniform of her military days, complete with her standard red beret denoting her Ukranian special forces.

Once she is within the building and passes the necessary security precautions, she's taken...somewhere. She has no idea of the layout of the building.

"Hello?" Oksana called out into the building. This was where she was to meet her perspective teammates, yes?

august_heir:

 Barbie had filled him on most of the immediate facts and he told her what she needed to know, so now it was time to settle in. He looked around, it was a nice enough facility, but it would still take some getting used to. He was wearing dress clothes, though not too formal, basically "work clothes". Only his sunglasses and hoodie were his sole nods to personal vanity.

dc_thunder:

With Pippi's amazing luck, and Dex's Green Lantern handy-ness, it was not difficult for the heroes to mop up the remains of Kobra.  While the Serpent Supreme himself got away, they'd rounded up a great deal of the soldiers and scientists of the organization and seized the remarkable technology that had gone into the space station, including its teleport tech and its stealth technology.

All in all, Director William Vance thought, not a bad day's work.  Which was why he'd asked the heroes to stick around, waiting in one of the conference rooms in THUNDER's DC office.

"Firstly," he said, as he entered, "let me thank-you all for waiting.  I'm sure you've got... secret identity things to do.  Whatever it is you types do when you're not saving this world.  I'm Director Vance, of THUNDER, The Higher United Nations Defense Enforcement Reserves.  We were formed to help pick up some of the slack left behind when the Dome and later the old Justice League International dissolved, in providing global coordination to super-heroes and otherwise facilitating handling various international terrorist organizations such as Kobra or the 1000."

He went on.  "You people did good work out there today.  And my superiors have authorized me to offer to continue to let you do good work.  THUNDER would like to be in the League business."

madeofgoesfast:

With his recent conversation with Cindy Lord a few days past, the NDA's drawn up, and enough funding and paperwork together to begin the hiring process, Steven started making calls. He reserved the back room of a pizza place so they would have ample room for everyone, and privacy for the discussion. No one beyond Tess and Cindy have been told precisely what its for, just that its not an emergency of any sort, that they'll be receiving a business offer, and regardless how it goes, the food is on Steven... technically Cindy put up the money, but he's the host.

He's made, and called quite the list, along with making arrangements for transportation to New York for the non-residents. Thankfully, between the speedforce, JLA transporters, and people's powers, that's not hard to do. Each of the girls is handed an NDA as soon as they walk through the door. They're welcome to take or reject the proposal, of course - but the discussion itself has to stay under reasonable wraps. The entire menu - pizza, pasta, salads, sodas and breadsticks are made readily available to everyone for their attendance.

Steven himself has already gone through a couple of pizzas while waiting, and now has gone back to kind of pacing, waiting to greet the guests. His materials are all ready for presentation, once people arrive and sign the NDAs.

The guest list covers some of the most impressive women on the planet... together for... a pizza party.

Tess Holt, Cat Grant, Corrinna of Themysciria, Caitria Curry, Petra Gardener, Avia Free, Maria Grayson, Jess Byrd, Iris West,  Ash Curry, Barbie Queen and Alina Vasquez.

dc_kobra:

All across the country, members of the Cult of Kobra were striking.  Technology thefts had already been on the up, as well as weapons thefts from various government depots.  The serpents struck without mercy, taking what they needed, and fleeing just as quickly.  Both Barr brothers had been dead for years, but the organization had fallen into other hands.  It was speculated that the long term goal was the selection of a new Kobra...  but in the meantime, under the guidance of someone called the Serpent Supreme, their short term goals of terror, in preparation for the coming Kali Yuga, remained unchanged.

And soon... the world would know even greater terror that it had before.

ms_miracle:

Warrior's Bar and Grill was officially closed for the evening, and with good reason.  Avia and Petra had taken it over for the annual "Rate the Hunks" party, though that was in truth, only a small part of the evening.  The various women of the teams getting to socialize and have fun and get to know each other was far more important that drooling over the sweet, sweet eyecandy that was...

Wait.  What was she thinking about?

But invitations had gone out to all the super-women in Avia's Rolodex, including the JSA, the YJLA, the Titans, and the New Guardians, and anyone else anyone else knew.  There was food, alcohol for those old enough,  background music.

"Looks like we're all set, Petra, m'groovy gal pal."

Now, folks just had to show.

loveontherocks:

So. Heather had woken up today and worked on some of her sculptures. In the time since, she'd been changed into rock candy by a purple light, been nearly captured by alien robots, rescued by a girl with magic powers, told by Papa Smurf that she was the host to something called the "Predator", hauled off to an alien planet to watch the Justice League fight a bunch of Green Lanterns alongside a guy who was yellow and had fangs and a crazy Amazonian woman, met two more people with light things inside them, been told that the evil alien robots had a couple people like them and that the alien robots were working for the guy who'd destroyed Coast City, and was now floating in a bubble generated by a Green Lantern with the others like her, with other Green Lanterns, the Justice League, and a handful of Blue Lanterns, which she didn't even know existed before today.

Yeah.

She was gonna need a lot of therapy to get over this one.

lantern_corps:

That only a fraction of the Young Justice Leaguers had returned with the Earthlings playing host to the shards of the Emotional Entities was worrying for Ganthet.  Worse, that some of them had been captured by the Manhunters.   Those taken by the Green Lanterns, well, he had to believe that his Brothers would treat them humanely, if not exactly in comfort.  Those that were there, and the Leaguers themselves, deserved an explanation.

"My name is Ganthet," he began, "and I am--or was--one of the Guardians of the Universe.  My people were among the first lifeforms to evolve in the universe and to make up for the failing of one of our own, we have been attempting to safeguard the universe ever since.  To do that, we learned to harness a power even greater and older than ourselves, the Lights of the Emotional Spectrum."

As he spoke, again, he illustrated his point with green power.  "In the beginning, there was nothing.  Darkness reigned.  And then there came the White Light, and this was the Light of Life.  Life reigned for a time... and then... something more.

There came the Will to live, and Ion, Green Avatar of Willpower, was born.  Simple creatures, living in the waters, but slowly, they came to know Fear, fear of being attacked and eaten, the 'flight or fight' response that all living beings hold.  From this Fear came Parallax and the Yellow Light.  But Life continued to endure.  The passion that was Love eventually ignited and the Predator and the Violet Light were born.  When the first creature ate what it did not need, Avarice and Ophidian of the Orange Light, arose.  The first murder, sparked from jealous Rage, gave birth to the Red Light and the Butcher.  Tragedy gave birth to prayer, which sparked the Blue Light of Hope and the creation of Adara.  And at last, Compassion, rarest of the Emotions and a Light still not fully understood, gave rise to the Indigo Entity called Proselyte.

Each of these Lights and Entities has been harnessed by factions within the universe, each using them to empower a Corps, wielding their power through Rings.

In more recent times, the Black, the color of lifelessness and death, took up arms against the other Entities and the White Entity of Light, which lies safely ensconced within this world.  When this happened for the second time, and the Entities were imprisoned.  They were freed, by the efforts of Lanterns and heroes from this planet. 

But the Entities were changed by their imprisonment, fragmented.  They recovered, but a piece of them was... missing.  Their pieces eventually made their way here, to this world, home of the White Light.  They found hosts here, you, and others like you. 

You are the future of humanity, the Lights of the Emotional Spectrum and humanity, unique throughout the cosmos, united into something that has never been seen before.  You have the potential to usher in a New Age. 

But not all are happy with this.  My Brothers, the Guardians of the Universe, seek to control Emotion with logic and reason alone.  The Manhunters wish to suppress emotion themselves, to kill it under cold, machine logic.  The others of you must be rescued.  Or this entire universe is doomed."

dc_holiday:

All Hallow's Eve, or Halloween as it has been come to be called, is a popular holiday with children and adults alike. It is a holiday that had its roots in the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain or Summer's End. Samhain celebrated the end of the "lighter half" of the year and the beginning of the "darker half".

On this evening the barriers between this world and the Otherworld were believed to be thin and the spirits, good and bad, of the dead could pass through. The spirits of the family's ancestors were welcomed in while evil and bad spirits were warded off by the wearing of masks and costumes. The costumes and masks disguised one as a harmful spirit and avoided harm from others.

It was also a harvest celebration and time to take stock of food stores for the winter. Livestock were slaughtered and the meat prepared for storage. It was the final harvest of the year and the crops were then stored for the winter. Celebrations included bonfires and tales of the family's ancestors.

It was a celebration of the dead and of the harvest.

Today we dress up in scary and not so scary costumes and masks and go door to door for candy or attend costume parties. It is a night for revelry, pranks and fun.

gal_gardner:

Okay, this, this was gonna be awesome. Petra wasn't much of a plotter, by her own admission, but she thought she'd figured this all out pretty well. The menu, the location, and the special gear she'd had one of Auntie Bea's friends hook her up with to carry the important items even in her preferred method of transport. Capping it off was the timing. She knew Din's routine, got on well enough with his dad to put in a call that Din wouldn't be making it to school that day due to being sick, and she knew the route he took to get there.

So as he rounds a corner, he'll have to stop rather quickly to keep his face from planting into the ties on the front of her blouse.

"Well hey there, handsome."

lantern_corps:

The headquarters of the YJLA

For a moment, all was quiet and dark in the headquarters of the YJLA.  Sophisticated monitoring equipment kept track of emergencies around the world and in near-space, all quietly humming away into the night.

The quiet was suddenly broken by a crackle of green light, briefly illuminating the entire meeting room in its verdant glow.  The glow subsided after a moment, coalescing into a single figure out a little blue man, the symbol of the Blue Lanterns glowing upon his chest.  His expression was far from unreadable; in fact, he looked rather worried, as though the weight of the universe was bearing down upon him.

There was little he liked about this.  He would have preferred to bring his Blue Lanterns into this, but without a Green to work with, their powers were limited.  And they could not work with the Green Lanterns on this.  Not until he had had time to persuade them that this course of action was the correct one.  They would act hastily.  And though they would not admit it, they would be acting from emotion.  Things rarely went well when his brothers acted upon their little understood emotions.

Instead, he reached out with the Green power that was still his birthright and rather unceremoniously brought each member of the Young Justice League to their headquarters.

madeofgoesfast:

A lot of things have been bothering Steven. Nic's death is still pressing... and he's just reaching the point he's realizing he, Mickey and especially Cindy, could really use something to help occupy their time and minds. He's familiar enough with Hawks, he hopes she has some of the 'family curse'.

He also really needs a source of income, so he can be the one to take Mickey out now and then. Which feeds back into the first issue.

So... being a Garrick, he goes about being proactive. Something to do, a potential way of making money, and some fun for people.

He starts by placing calls to Mickey (first and foremost), Jai, Cindy, Petra and Cat Grant, asking them to meet him in the JSA lounge. By the time they get there, he's speed sketched some stuff out for his presentation.

dc_parent:

Max scowled at the reports. Phantoms, Vampires, Robots, Monsters. A veritable Saturday Morning Cartoon full of trochee-termed cliched freaks. And not a helpful hero in sight. So many of them didn't even take his calls these days. Almost made one want to go back into the business.

...It really did almost make one want to go back into the business. So many of the younger set seemed to get along with Cindy. Maybe they'd be more willing to be civil in order to deal with deal with problems like this.

"Sweetie? I need your Rolodex."
"Dad, I don't have a Rolodex. I have an iPhone."
"Same thing, sweetie."

And the messages start going out.

tiny_tornado:

Traya had... not been in a good place, ever since the Blackest Night had ended and people had returned to life.  She'd barely gotten used to the idea that Jai had been dead when he'd come back, first as a zombie, and then for real.  She'd been prepared to pick the pieces of their relationship back up where they'd left them, only...

Only it hadn't worked.  All the hurtful things, the things he'd said, that he'd accused both her and Michael of...  She didn't know how to wrap her mind around it.  Michael was a friend, nothing more.  A shoulder to cry on when she'd been at her worst, but not someone who could come close to taking Jai's place in her heart.

And then, to find out that Michael thought of her as more than that, that the accusations weren't entirely baseless...  She really didn't know how to deal with that.

So she'd thrown herself into what work she could.  She'd managed to pass her classes, in spite of all the chaos, probably owing more to a good memory and a superior to baseline intelligence to start with that anything else.  Maybe she'd have her head together by the time the next school year started.

The move back to NYC from Metropolis for the summer had taken a little time; it was good to get out of the place where she and Jai had become so close...

Storms and tornadoes in the South had provided another distraction.  Working with her father, they'd turned back some of the worst of the storms, and helped pick up after the ones they couldn't.  It was good work, work she could throw herself into and focus solely on that.  It was terrible that it took other people being in life or death situations for her to get her mind off her own problems.

The occasional spell of monitor duty for the League, and fortunately few emergencies had helped, though Michael avoiding her was probably a good thing.

She'd nearly called Jai dozens of times.  But could never dial the last number.  Couldn't do it.

Her parents, needless to say, were worried about her.

She needed to get out of the house.  She needed excitement and fun and irresponsibility.

She called Petra.

sonoftheatom:

Dinadan has barely left his room since he crawled, shaking, out of the wreckage of Star City to a pay phone and travelled the lines home. His dad has been patient and supportive; his teachers have been understanding, and the Lighter Than Air Society almost ridiculously forgiving considering that he'd terrorized and murdered them. But even after he's cleaned the blood from under his nails and stammered his shakily-voiced apologies, the world still seems wrong. Too brightly-lit, too full of things that move suddenly out of the corner of his eye and make him jump out of his skin with his heart in his throat. He feels like a character from a black-and-white TV show suddenly transplanted into a Technicolor world without the color touching his own flesh.

The first time he went outside since he got back, he'd crept out of the house in the middle of the night and gone to the spot in the yard where he’d died. He wasn't sure if it was reality or his own imagination, but he could have sworn he still smelled his own blood. He'd hidden in a shoe in the back of his closet after, and had only come out when his dad had started to panic.

He doesn't know why it's affecting him like this. It's not even the fact that he (or his dead body) had killed people. He's killed before, not that he ever talks about it to anyone up here – different worlds, different rules. But everyone else seems to be handling it better. Jai's even been seen out and about, according to what his dad has told him through the closed door (because Dinadan's only recently been able to be in the same room as someone else without wondering if he could still plunge a hand into their chest and rip out their heart).

Really, it's Jai's name that's gotten him moving again. He'd been sitting in the room, watching the dim light filtered through his window shades make patterns on the wall when it had occurred to him that he ought to write his friend a note to let him know that he doesn't blame him. But then he'd started hitting blocks. Email was definitely inappropriate – he'd started typing the words, but they'd looked so dead and meaningless on his computer screen that he'd almost gotten his sword and stabbed it straight through the monitor. No, what he really needs is fancy calligraphy paper and a fountain pen, but that's not really something that he and his dad keep around the house, so he's made do with printer paper and a ballpoint. The problem now is that he keeps getting stuck after "It's not your fault". Over and over again, no matter how many times he crumples the page and starts over.

Dinadan Palmer is beginning to think that he might be going mad.

sonoftheatom:

Dinadan Palmer straightens up, stepping off the back of Thomas Dinawa, the older man's heart in his hand. The Lighter Than Air Society had holed themselves up in Professor Kettering's basement again, like they almost always did. It had made them very easy to find, and the fact that each and every one of them had babysat him made them easy to dispose of. Dinadan has the vague sensation that he ought to say something pithy, but with the cessation of that bubbling noise he doesn't have an audience left to appreciate it. So he says nothing, but walks across the blood-slicked floor to the telephone.

This has been a good start, but there's someone special he thinks he ought to go look in on. He dials Petra's number without hesitation, the dead not having the worries and distractions of the living to cloud their memories.

After Petra, New Morlaidh, he thinks as he raises the phone to his ear. Won't Mother be surprised.

The phone rings.

dc_misc:

The YJLA and the Avengers had a busy week. They had been searching the globe for signs of Kang all week, but no trace of the time-traveling conqueror could be found. The people who attacked the YJLA seemed to have disappeared into thin air as well. It had been a quiet week for both teams. Little did they know it was the calm before the storm.

The two teams met at the YJLA headquarters for a brief meeting to go over the results of their searches and to lay plans for the upcoming days. Both teams were gathered in the conference room when there was a bright flash and they were all transported to a spot some distance away from Kang's Fortress at the End of Time.

It was time to fight what should be the final battle in this adventure.

shield_maiden:

The Avengers were shown to quarters in the YJLA headquarters and given some time to get cleaned up and settle in. When the allotted time was up everyone on both sides were called to the meeting room. It would be a time to do formal introductions and figure out why the Avengers were here.

Svalin found the room without any problems and entered. It was empty and she took a seat in a chair that allowed her a good view of the door.

injus_society:

It had been simple, very simple, and he couldn't be happier. Lex Luthor was dead. Superman was dead. Now the Justice League would be destroyed. It was the ultimate victory and it was his. He had succeeded where all others had failed. They lured them out with some random violence on ground of their choosing and then attacked.

“Now. Destroy them,” he said to his “team”.

He was invisible as he wore a helm similar to Hades'. The shadowy figure raised the trident in his hand and struck it on the ground. The ground began to rumble and shake as an earthquake shook Metropolis. He smiled and hurled the lightning bolt in his hand at the son of Superman. It was time to kill the son like he had killed the father. The Kryptonian couldn't fight what he couldn't see.

Lyta was busy controlling the demon like beings she had summoned using the Pandoran Box. The demons were currently attacking Corinna, the Amazon. In addition to her minions she wielded the Chronian Sickle which boosted her magical abilities. She was driving the Amazon back it was just a matter of moments until the Amazon fell.

Kandra had taken on the male Green Lantern and had used her yellow and violet rings against him. The man had held his own for quite awhile, but eventually Kandra had overpowered him. She was using the yellow ring to beat him into the ground.

Serendipity shouted “SIVANA!” and the proceeded to take on the new Firestorm. She called down the thunderbolt and hit Firestorm with it. Then proceeded to use her strength and speed against him.

Devil Ray was holding his own against the Atlantean, but neither one seemed to have the advantage. Though Devil Ray did wear the Cape of Leviathan hide and would not be hurt by the Atlantean's blows.

Ocelot was running circles, literally, around the Gardner girl while M'stee M'ai used her Kyptonian like powers to shoot heat beams from her eyes at Petra.

Fury attacked Alina and blinded the magic user with a burst of light brighter than the sun. As soon as Alina was temporarily blinded, she attacked with fists while as dense as she could be.

The Young Justice League was against the ropes and it would only be a matter of moments before they would be defeated at the hands of a shadowy figure and his team.

dc_holiday:

The beginning of a New Year, a time for new hopes, new experiences to come. A time to reflect on times past, remembering fond memories happily and trying to put less pleasant thoughts and experiences in the past.

It is a time of renewal, a time of rebirth. And for much of the world, it is a time of celebration. This is no less true for the super hero set as anyone else. If anything, they just have that much bigger of things to look forward to.

gal_gardner:

Petra finally finishes compiling all the e-mail addresses she could get hold of, and sends out the message.

//To all heroic, anti-heroic, and hero-affiliated people: You are cordially invited to Warriors NYC's First Annual New Year's Eve "Crossover" Party. Come in costume as someone other than yourself. Plenty to eat, but it's an all-ages party so BYOB and keep track of it please. Looking forward to seeing a great turnout!//

greengenes:

Mickey had roped off the living room in the JSA Brownstone for the afternoon. She had spent the entire morning getting the food ready and setting up. She had sent out invites to the JLA, Titans (both East and West Coast), Shadowpact, Outsiders, Birds of Prey, and of course, the JSA girls. She had also invited Cindy in case she wanted to come, and Angie, as she was basically a JSA brat herself. Mikey had built her a projection bot, and security bot that would alert her if any of the boys thought to try and see what the girls were up to.

Mickey finished setting up the projector. She had pictures of all the guys from the various teams that she had managed to get to her hands on. She made sure that there would be enough food and drinks for everyone, and waited for people to start arriving.

sonoftheatom:

((Set after "Child's Play"))

Dinadan heaves a sigh of relief, throwing his pencil down on his desktop and stretching his hands over his head. Usually, he would have put his homework off until Sunday, but between his recovery and the whole...thing with Granny Sunshine, he and Petra had agreed that it was time to check out that Bed & Breakfast and pastry class she'd mentioned back when he'd gotten back to Ivy Town. It had taken a bit of parental wrangling (on his part) and a bit of "oh geez, when can we do the pastry class and get the room", but they'd managed it. And then the last thing standing (well, lying really) in their way was Dinadan's homework load.

Which was now finished. Ha.

As he starts packing his homework away, he notices that Petra's name is marked as "online" on his instant messenger, and he clicks open a window to send her a quick message.

SonoftheAtom: hey, done with my homework, almost ready to bone

Augh, finger-fumble, he hates it when he accidentally hits--

Oh holy gods, how did he just make that typo?!

SonoftheAtom: come!

No no no, that doesn't make it any better!

SonoftheAtom: come over! Almost ready to come over!

Although now plans maybe delayed due to current overwhelming need to fling his traitorous keyboard across the room.

dc_baddie:

Grandma Sunshine was in the kitchen, baking goodies for her grandchildren, who were all nicely taking their naps in the little bedroom that she'd tucked them in.

She would have to leave them to run a couple of errands in a little while, and she'd arranged for some babysitters for her super-powered kiddies, but she couldn't wait to spend the whole afternoon with her new grandkids.

Meanwhile, the YJLA would find themselves waking up...and finding something was different.

dc_baddie:

Mary Lou Sunshine had always wanted grandchildren.

Unfortunately for her, her son would never leave the basement long enough to meet a nice girl and get married and lovely little babies for her to spoil.

Still, she wanted grandchildren. So she was going to get some grandchildren.

And who better to have as grandkids than those nice little boys and girls in the Justice League?

Grandma Sunshine walked right up to Young Justice League headquarters, a basket of goodies in hand. She rang the doorbell, a smile on her face.

dc_titansofmyth:

Crius and Coeus walked side by side toward the massive factory that belong to LexCorp. Crius picked up a parked car and threw it at the building. Coeus mirrored his brother's actions and launched a car of his own at the building. They made their way slowly through the parking lot and threw the employees cars at the factory.

young_swimmer:

Cait had called Jon and a meeting had been set once all the avatars had been located. It seemed like every god and goddess had chosen an avatar to act in their stead during this crisis. They would all be needed along with the rest of the teams. Their opponents weren't just supervillains, but were gods.

Cait along with Ty, Ruth and Dinah headed for the JLA headquarters. Dinah was Hephaestus' avatar, Cait was Poseidon's, Ruth was Hera's and Ty was excellent at coordinating and knowing things. They would be the representatives for the Teen Titans.

They arrived and took seats at the table.

dc_gods:

Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, appeared in Warriors before Petra Gardner.

"Petra Gardner, you shall be my.... "

Her expression shifted to one of pure disdain.  "No.  Absolutely not.  My avatar is not wearing that."

sonoftheatom:

A month after he should have been, Dinadan Palmer is finally back in Ivy Town. Just far less mobile than usual. Even failed assassination-attempts can take a lot out of a guy, and this one had been a lot closer to 'successful' than anyone would have liked. But it didn't succeed, the assassin and conspirators had been caught and put away; and as far as Dinadan knows, no one up here knew that his current state wasn't caused by a really bad training accident. All's well.

...Well no, not so much according to the news articles he's reading on his laptop between sips of tea and soup. Everything looks like it's heading south at a pretty good clip, and this time he doesn't have a mysterious instruction manual to deal with it. At least he finally knows why his father and Dr. Choi have been so busy lately.

He fires off a quick email to the YJLA and the Teen Titans to let them know that he's back in town and willing to do whatever he can to help while confined to his bed, and sets his empty dishes off to the side. Then, with one eye on his email, he starts working on making the mountain of make-up work he has for school a little bit smaller.

dc_titansofmyth:

Oceanus, Titan and once ruler of the oceans, rose from the waters of the North Sea close to the Faroe Islands. He looked at the large monstrosity of a LexOil oil drilling platform rising out of the water. These mortals had the nerve to poison his oceans. Oceanus would show them what happened to insolent beings who dared to poison Gaea with their technology.

Oceanus summoned the power of the ocean itself as he moved toward the platform.

littleladylord:

Four different kinds of gourmet Macaroni and Cheese. Stacks upon stacks of different finger sandwiches, with the yards worth of crusts used to make a couple of heated trays of bread pudding. A pineapple-banana-pecan cake possibly bigger than the birthday girl herself. A small table of vegan stuff, just in case.

Cindy couldn't stop grinning at it. Had she found awesome caterers or what?

The band specialized in swing covers of hard rock songs, but could play just about anything. There was a dance floor. All her friends from school were there, dressed to the eights.

Of course, all Cindy's friends from school didn't really fill up the little reception hall. And she certainly didn't have a big family. But that was okay, more room for her soon-to-be-colleagues fellow super-brats.

And so she scurried, from arrival to arrival, for cheerful welcomes.

littleladylord:

'The pleasure of your company is cordially requested by Miss Lenore Cynthia Montgomery Lord at a celebration of her 16th birthday. at 6 pm on the 25th of July.'

Calligraphy. Cardstock paper with those little RSVP cards and everything.  That should make it clear that her birthday is going to be awesome, right?

Cindy Lord's powers don't work in print, so she feels there can be no confusion about what the fancy etiquette signifies beyond, in Cindy's mind, 'important'. 

Among the rather prissy-looking envelopes sent out are those addressed to Miss Traya Smith, Miss Petra Beatriz Gardener, Mr. Jonathan Kent, Her Royal Highness Caitria Curry, Mr. Jai Allen West, Miss Iris Lillian West, Miss Dinah Michelle Kord, Mr. Riley Edward Carter,


But she makes sure the little notes on the invitations include 'Dress flexible'. She doesn't want anybody not coming to her party because they didn't feel like wearing heels or a tie.

flat_chest:

The skies were clear and the sun was shining bright while Zandor took flight over Manhattan in white shorts and a red muscle shirt.  The young half-Kryptonian baked in the heat from the sun high above the city.  He wasn't the type to be stuck in his room all day, especially when it was a really nice day outside.  That, and he got a really good view of the city.

dc_holiday:

What Makes a Dad

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so,

He called it ... Dad

gal_gardner:

Sometimes, it's the little things that make life just awesome. Familiar comforts like trashy movies, a fresh mani-pedi, a fluffy pink bathrobe, and a couch to sprawl out on. Of course, the fact that she's expecting her sort-of-boyfriend to show up with baked goods soon doesn't hurt either.

He's got an EZ-Bake oven. This guy is too cute to be real sometimes.

sonoftheatom:

"Okay, fine, you can make that assumption," Dinadan said, gesturing with his tea cup. "But if you do, don't you need to take it all the way to -- oh crud, is that the time?!" Oooooops. "Sorry Dr. Choi, I've got lots of homework tonight and I really should get home and get started on it. Can we talk more about this later?"

"Sure Dinadan. Good luck on your homework."

"Study hard or death!" added the floating head that shared Dr. Choi's house with him.

"Bye Dr. Choi! Will do, Head!"

Dinadan gathered up his backpack and jogged home. It wasn't too far, and he only tripped over a curb once. His dad wasn't home yet, so he snagged a box of cake mix and a glass of milk on his way up to his bedroom. A few minutes, a fraction of the cake mix, and some mixing later resulted in a little cake baking away in his toy oven while he got started on his homework. He also turned on his computer and set his instant messaging status to "Here, doing homework".




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dc_holiday:

Mothers are the place that we call home.
On them we rest our heads and close our eyes.
There's no one else who grants the same soft peace,
Happiness, contentment, sweet release,
Erasing nighttime tears with lullabies,
Restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom. - Anonymous