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.

littleladylord:

Glossy, colorful invitations went out to, delivered to homes if she had personal addresses, team bases if she didn't.

It was an Event of the Season for the most concentratedly commercialized day of all: Super Bowl Sunday. An all-day bash centered in the main atrium of the New Guardians headquarters in Chicago.

"Come celebrate the triumph of capitalism!" The invitations proclaim. "-- and one football team or another, if you like. Transportation provided if necessary. Refreshments fabulous."

ms_miracle:

Well, they'd managed to convince their parents (a little less hers, it was high time she moved out anyway, though she was keeping her basement workshop) that their moving in together was a good idea.  The age gap had come up, but they were in love and nothing much was going to stop them even if their parents didn't approve.    Checks had been signed, keys handed over, furniture purchased (Avia wasn't big on throwing around money, but she certainly did have it to throw when she needed it), things packed and later unpacked, the placement of furniture discussed and tweaked...

And they were finally moved in.

And, being finally settled, they were able to throw a housewarming party.  Avia's JLA teammates, Will's JSA teammates, Cindy and the New Guardians, Di and Ri and their Titans friends if they wanted to come... anybody who made their mutual association list.

Ought to be one swinging shindig.

ms_miracle:

Avia sucked in a deep breath and held it, before letting it out.  Because this was totally her idea and anything that happened tonight was, therefore, entirely her fault.  Up to and including her mother challenging Will to feats of strength to prove his worthiness of her (and her parents wondered why she never stayed with a guy long enough to meet them before).

But since they were going to be moving in together officially very shortly... well, it behooved them to tell their parents.  And then she'd gotten the crazy idea that they could save time and tell both sets at once, and suggested to her parents wouldn't it be nice for them to get to know Will's parents better and...

Yeah.  She was definitely crazy.

She stopped and adjusted the flower in her hair, smoothing out her skirt.  She'd ordered take out from her favorite organic place, forestalling the possibility of her mother's cooking setting the house on fire.  She'd made sure her mother's Mega Rod was upstairs.  Uncle Obie was on a date of his own (wearing that hideous toupee again).  It was going to be fine.  And Will and family would be here any minute.

Fine.

Really.

So why wasn't she downstairs yet.

ms_miracle:

(backdated to shortly before Avia's birthday)

Things were, as far as Avia was concerned, going pretty dang good.  Groovy good, anyway.  She'd put in an offer on a place for her and Will, and the odds were they'd be signing the paperwork within a couple of weeks, and moving in with plenty of time before Will started college.  Avia admired his commitment to his education.  She had, at her parents insistence, gone off and on just enough to get an Associate's Degree in business, but had no desire for any more.  It was enough to be useful when managing her career.  But her path to education was one of life experiences.

The relationship itself was, well, about as perfect as could be.  Sure, she was a little bit older, and a lot of people still didn't get how the two of them had ended up together, but they worked.  Will got her and she got him.

Her own career was going well, touring Europe was pretty awesome, and she could Boom back whenever the League or he needed her.   Granted, him being able to fly also helped.  Such as tonight.  Paris, with the great love of her life?  Hard to beat.

Right now, they were just cuddling on the couch of her hotel suite. 

Avia pulled herself up just a little bit.  This was... really, really nice.  She'd have liked to have just spent the whole day doing nothing but this kind of thing.  But her upcoming birthday had put the issue a little more on her mind.  It was something that needed to be talked about.

"Mind if we... talk for a little?"

fairplay:

It was time for an impact visit. This time in the Bronx. It was going well, Tess thought. Crime as a whole had been going down in the wake of these visits.


What she didn't know is that at that same moment, one of the more strong-willed employees at STAR Labs' New York location was tripping the silent alarm.

ms_miracle:

So, this being a Saturday, Avia had picked up Will and Boom Tube'd the couple of them to LA to this great little pancake house for breakfast.

She picked up a strawberry off the top of her pancakes and plopped it into her mouth, slightly less suggestively than she normally would.  Important day.  Didn't need to break the boy's brain.

"So I was thinking we might go to Chicago," Avia said.  "I was looking at a couple of listings that might make a nice place for us."

She went on.  "Hope that's okay?  I mean, we can still look at some together too."

dc_holiday:

Drink to me, only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine ;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst, that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine :
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not wither'd be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me :
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee. Ben Johnson

loveontherocks:

Heather still couldn't believe the article in the Tribune's Arts and Entertainment section. "Local artist Heather Collins... first gallery... works entirely in crystal... metahuman art scene... gallery opens tonight... guest list is expected to include Cynthia Lord, daughter of... famous escape artist and charity advocate Avia Free... local celebrity actor..."

She took a couple of deep breaths, despite the fact that the action did precious little other than to circulate some air through her crystaline body. She was definitely going to have to call her parents after this. Opal wasn't exactly in the same broadcast range as Chicago, but... well, it was a city with a pretty strong interest in the arts. Something like this might make it into the news cycle.

She couldn't blame Cindy for setting this up. The thought of people coming to see something she'd created had already done wonders for her self confidence. And Cindy, being the person that she was with the connections that she had, had been more than good at getting some publicity, and had been good for inviting those nice Justice League people, even if they were coming in their secret identities.

Another deep breath, and Heather left the back room, heading back out into the gallery itself. There were seven large statues in the show, representing the Entities. There were smaller statues too, of varying sizes, mostly of fantasy figures, though one marked "Raging Goddess" was a special commission that was already carrying a "sold" tag. Not her first paid project, but certainly the one she'd been paid the most for. Quite the satisfied customer there.

"Alright," she said, checking her watch. "Twenty minutes to open."

ms_miracle:

"Okay, so here I am, upside down, hands tied behind my back, fingers locked in this trap, and I'm blindfolded.

"So first, I have to get my fingers free.  Which, if I streeeetch my middle fingers just right, means I can hit the release.  But uh oh!  Doing that starts lowering me down toward buzzsaw.  

"So then, I wiggle my arms out of the ropes around my chest, because I tensed when you put them on, and that gives me just a little slack.  And I bring my arms down...

"Which lets me use the buzzsaw to to slice the ropes.  I swing myself up, untie my feet, and quick grab on to the rope so I don't fall...

"Swing, flip, and land with a bow."

Avia took her bow, and accepted the towel from her boyfriend.  She had her costume pants and boots on, but had forgone the mask, cape, and top, in favor of just a sports bra.

"And that's how that trick works."

littleladylord:

The defeat of the monsters had gone well. And their antics in Asia were still getting some attention. And Jai had finally manned up, so she didn't have to stay mad at him. So Cindy called up everyone had been involved in their ad-hoc strike force for a meeting.

She leaves Daddy out of it this time, sitting in a nice, high-backed chair. The kind a girl can steeple her fingers in, waiting for them to arrive.

geekgreek:

With the incident at the new JLI headquarters, Will knew he would have to get help for what had happened. As nervous as he was about...that...he was still interested in having those kinds of relations. If he damn near dies when he and Avia get anywhere near it, things would not be good.

So he called someone on the team he had been avoiding since Nic had...

Well. here goes nothing. Will calls the last new number he had put into his phone before joining the JLI: Kyle McNider.

geekgreek:

It had been nearly three weeks since the new JLI had formed, and Will was still weirded by just how quickly things came together. Sure, he was still a member of the Justice Society, but he was now a reserve there. He had spent the better part of his 16th year as a member of that team, but after Nic and then the JLI coming together...

No, this was a nice new start. He was at the new headquarters of the JLI, bringing a bunch of his stuff from his room in the Brownstone to his room there in the JLI headquarters. It was about the same size of room, so not amazingly large but it was more than enough. And the guy who designed it made is all kinds of nifty, what with the bed/desk combo thingy!

first_son:

Jon wasn't sure what to make of the report. Freak lightning storm, very brief, more destructive than it should have been. Reports of a flying figure, no one had been seriously hurt yet, but there were signs that that could change. Besides, this was his town - couldn't hurt to investigate... right?

semievilgenius:

Well Max had to be honest, his reception for when he returned to Berkeley wasn't quite as bad as he thought it would be.Tyler's help in getting the power back online had smoothed over most of the ill feelings he would have received. Still, the Dean had seen fit to make him the new campus tour guide to take advantage of Max's new "celebrity" status. Considering Max wasn't very social to begin with, it felt more like a punishment than an honor. Still, no use complaining about it Max was currently waiting for his scheduled tourists. He was early so he didn't expect them to be around just yet.

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.

geekgreek:

Will was Nervous. Yes, with a capital "N". This was the night that his new girlfriend comes to visit. His mom was finishing up the roast (free range, of course), Dad was home helping out, and Will may well be going out of his mind in nervousness.

'Okay, okay, relax, Will', Will told himself. It was just dinner. A good, delicious dinner, made in a way Avia would like and it would be a nice way to have her meet his Mom and Dad.

greengenes:

Mickey was not going to forget Nic's birthday. She was her best friend, and had been for a very long time. So her birthday was on the most important days of the year to her.

She actually made the cake herself. Mickey wasn't a horrible cook, she just only did it on rare occasions. Friends birthdays were one of those. The cake was chocolate with strawberry frosting.

There was bacon. Lots and lots of bacon. Mickey had taken the liberty of making a couple of little things out of bacon, including a narwhal made entirely of bacon, chasing a tiny bacon boat.

There was a promise of a day of shopping and any hellraising that Nic wanted to do. That was mostly Mickey's idea, as she wanted a day where she could just have her best friend all to herself.

She had told the rest of the JSA that she was throwing a party the Brownstone (attendance was mandatory for them) and invited over Cindy.

botmaster:

Remembering how well the last movie night had gone and the couple smaller one they have had since Mikey decided it was time for another big movie night for the JSA. This time he was totally having it be a bad sci-fi movie marathon. Despite being so bad those movies could be damn addictive. He grabbed a couple classics and also some of his favorites to watch.

He set up PATTON as a movie projector so that the movie could fill a wall. He set up some Beer Bots for those of age and even added some new protocols to them so that those underage couldn’t get them to work and would get directed to the Soda Fountain bots. He also had the popcorn popper bot set up and he was pretty sure it wouldn’t burn it this time and definitely sure there would be no fires.

Plus he was showing of his latest creation perfect surround sound system via bots. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought to do that before.

Mikey took a seat on the couch with his gauntlet on ready to get things started with MacArthur laying down on his lap.

dc_holiday:

A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest. ~Irish Proverb

geekgreek:

Will was a busy bee the last week or so. With the end of the huge fight and everyone come back to life, Will has been doing extra duty. He was Shazam, after all, and it wouldn't be right to *not* do it. He skipped his birthday and didn't much care. He was saving the world after all, and it didn't seem right for him to celebrate when he had so much to do.

When the end of March finally came, he found himself with less to do. With the help of the heroes and the world, much (not all, but a lot) of what needed to be done was done. And now he had time to think of a certain day that was coming up. April 1st.

Avias birthday.

Will was frantic in his search for some place to take her, and when he found the place in Philadelphia he was ecstatic. And it was in between Fawcett and where Avia lived in Connecticut. So Will called with the information.

And so, Will waits outside a place called the "Ethical Carnie" restaurant.

greengenes:

Mickey stood in the Brownstone, just staring into the living room.

The last time she was here, she had attacked her friends and tried to rip out her boyfriend's heart. She actually did succeed in ripping out her boyfriend's heart.

Her memory of what she had done was fuzzy at best, but none of it from what she could remember, was good.

She hoped that they would take her back. The JSA was like family to her, and it broke her heart that she tried to do those terrible things to her. But after all she had done, she wouldn't blame them if they never wanted to see her again.

Mickey just hoped that they could patch things up and move forward. And so she didn't go anywhere, choosing to just stand and wait for the first person that walked into the room.

dc_misc:

The city of Star City looked deserted. The citizens had either fled or had been turned into black lanterns. At the heart of the city was the entity known as Nekron. Nekron used the city as his base as his black lanterns ravaged the Earth.

The black lanterns increased their numbers each day and the power levels of the black lantern battery increased with each person that died.

Soon Nekron would have enough power to obliterate all life on this planet.

dc_misc:

It was a quiet night in New York City. People went about their business, rushing on the streets to get home, hailing taxis to get out of the brisk winter air. At the JSA Brownstone, all was well and good.

Then something happened. The sound of shattered glass could be heard shattering, and alarm klaxons blared. The team would soon find that Black Lanterns had arrived, and were closing in on the team of heroes.

dc_media:

"We interrupt this regularly scheduled program to bring you this breaking news story.

Seismologists have monitored underwater seismic activity this morning in the North Atlantic moments before the domed city of Poseidonis broke the surface of the water. The Air Force sent out planes to do reconnaissance and reported back that the city seems deserted and mostly destroyed. The reports say that half the city is now rubble and no information on what could have caused such devastation.

The Atlantean Ambassador, Norstrud, was unavailable for comment. The US Ambassador to Atlants, Jonathan Welling, did not have much to say, but did mention that the Atlanteans would only surface the city under dire circumstances. Welling also mentioned that efforts to contact the Atlanteans are being made but have proved to be unsuccessful so far.

King Orin, known on the surface as Aquaman, has not been seen and his whereabouts are unknown.

The US military all along the Eastern seaboard are on high alert if this is a precursor to an Atlantean invasion.

We will bring you more updates on this story as it unfolds."

geekgreek:

Okay. Okay. Okay. He can do this. He can. Its not everyday Will Freeman goes on a date, but he did manage to get one with that girl form the holiday party. It would be something to get his mind off of the many recent events (hopefully), but he still has to get there.

He does cheat a bit, using his powers to fly there from his home to the address given. He is in casual clothes, but some of his nicer ones: Black dress pants, red undershirt, button up black and blue shirt. He comes to the rather large door of the house that corresponds with the address. It was a big house.

It was a really big house. Wills house in comparison was tiny and would be swalloed up by this house in an instant. If houses ate smaller houses.

Will was getting off track. Avoiding the very grandiose looking lock mechanism on it, Will reached for the doorbell, standing there.

dc_adult:

It was one of the hardest things that anyone would have to do, but Todd Rice and his partner Damon Matthews were at the JSA Brownstone, with a couple of boxes in hand to get Mickey's belongings out of her room and bring them back to Kyle and Jennie. It wasn't fair to ask them to do it, as they were still adjusting to the fact that their child had been murdered by a psychopath who had an axe to grind with Kyle. It wasn't fair to Mickey, to have her life be taken from her at such a young age, and to have it taken so cruelly. And it certainly wasn't fair to her parents, to lose their child so suddenly.

Todd held Damon's hand as they made their way through the Brownstone to Mickey's room. Todd opened the door to his niece's room, a knot forming in his chest as they walked in. There were posters on the wall of bands and movies that Mickey liked, some clothes scattered on the floor here and there, a couple of stuffed animals on the bed, and framed pictures of her and her friends lined the dresser, nightstand, and book-selves.

"You going to be okay, honey?" Damon asked Todd, squeezing his hand, as Todd looked around the room, the knot in his chest getting tighter.

"Yeah..." Todd said, choking on his words a little. "I'll be fine."

The two men put their boxes on the bed, and started to go about clearing things out, Damon making his way to the closet, and Todd stared to clear out the dresser drawers. They had left the door open.

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.

dc_holiday:

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dc_misc:

Throughout the U.S., every network, and many cable stations break into their regular coverage. The image of the Daily Planet comes on screen, followed by an image of a blonde woman with a tear streaked face. In the background, there's the ruins of a LexCorp facility.

"This is Carol Phelps for the Daily Planet." she begins, composing herself as she goes into field reporter mode. Even at her age, this is usually a Lois Lane job, but she's on assignment elsewhere - and this is very specific news. "And today, I'm sure the world will join us here at the Planet in mourning. Metropolis' first son, our visitor and protector from the stars - Superman, is dead. The tragedy occurred following a battle with noted business tycoon and former politician Lex Luthor, who appeared to have gone back to his criminal roots. The pair, along with a large number of robots and automated weaponry battled for hours in the skies above Metropolis. What brought about the conflict isn't certain.
What we do know is that Superman defeated Luthor and the apparent weapons, containing the damage to a small section of Metropolis around the LexCorp facility behind me, at significant cost to himself. At that point, and unknown third party arrived on the scene. We have not yet identified this person, who appears on cameras only as a shadowy outline. The stranger had words for Luthor and Superman both - we are attempting to find out what was said even now. Whoever the unknown party was, however, he then..."
she pauses, struggling to find her voice. "He slew first Lex Luthor, and then Superman, using some sort of lightning based weapon. We are not replaying the footage here, as the graphic nature of the images may be too shocking for some viewers, but it will be made available once authorities have had a chance to review them.

For now, a great deal remains unknown. What we do know is that the city... the planet, is without its first son. Superman is dead."

greengenes:

Mickey was being very cuddly and attentive when her and Steven got out of the movies. The new Tron had been pretty damn awesome...though there were parts where they weren't paying attention.

"So," she said to Steven as they walked out of the movie theater and into the snow-covered streets. "What's next? Dinner...or do we want to go back to the brownstone and work up an appetite?" She grinned at him.

dc_misc:

It was Christmas Eve and time to exchange gifts for the annual JSA Secret Santa. The headquarters was all decked out for the holidays and Christmas music was playing in the background.

partdemon:

Mike had talked to Sindella about what the girls had been up to so secretly and may have used telepathy to read her surface thoughts and found out about Rate the Hunk. Sindella had not been very happy about that and made him swear not to ask anything more about that and that he was going to have to do something big to make it up to her.

But he had been given the idea to host a rate the babe event for the guys because that sounded like a ton of fun to him. Since he was done with classes for the semester he drove to metropolis to set things up for the party at his dad’s penthouse there.

He sent out invites to all the teams he knew about that they could come and also made a special note to the teleports to not try directly teleporting inside with the wards his dad had set up

.He then set up the projector for the photos and got enough food and drinks to feed everyone one then some.

botmaster:

Mikey got things set up for this year’s JSA Secret Santa. He put up a note so that he could get people together to explain this year’s rules to everyone together and get people set up with who they have this year.

Mikey set up a couple snack in the living room, set up his soda fountain bot, and had PATTON playing some holiday music in the background.

injus_unlimited:

Having been either bested in battle or otherwise coerced by the members of Injustice Unlimited into cooperating and then teleported away, the Justice Society members would find themselves behind a mystical barrier in an otherwise largely featureless dungeon.  Those who had been caught out of costume had been magically dressed with their uniform and all their equipment.

Also imprisoned, separate from the Society members, were the various hostages the villains had taken.  The Dugan family.  Abby Bronson.  Joan Garrick.  Molly Scott.  Sinon Tavoularis.  Belle and Danette Tyler.  Cynthia Lord.

The Wizard entered the room, looking rather pleased with himself.

"So," he said, with the air of one quite used to theatrics, "I suppose you're wondering why I've called you all here."

injus_unlimited:

Oswalrd Zar, son of the Wizard, had been quite busy these past few months, assembling the some of the most powerful and capable super-villains he could locate, all within his own centralized theme of tracking down those descended from various foes and friends of the Justice Society.  He was quite disturbed to learn that the Luthor brat had appropriated a name he had no right to.

He would be dealt with later.

But for now, cloaked in another name his father had used in his war against the forces of good, the Wizard had prepared his team well for dealing with the Justice Society.  Ferreting out secret identities and homes, making them all easy pray.  This was not about killing them, no, not yet, it was about bringing the world down around them, just as they had brought his own world down around him, by hounding his father so.

Today, the attacks began.

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.

catchmeifyoucan:

The room lined with statues of Titans that given their lives to help others was something that Iris didn't set foot on a regular basis.

It wasn't that she had never been in it. It was just that she could never go in without feeling the urge to cry.

Today, that urge was especially strong.

Because the newest statue was one of her best friend.
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dc_titansofmyth:

Atlas walked across the tarmac toward the planes with the LexAir logo on them. He reached the planes and put a fist through the hull of the first one. He put his fist through it again and did it a few times more until the plane was full of fist sized holes. The people inside screamed with the first punch and started scrambling to get off the plane.

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:

Zeus, God of the Sky, Lightning, Weather, Law, and King of the Gods appeared before Will Freeman in a bolt of lightning.

“Will Freeman,” he said, “I am Zeus King of the Greek Gods. I have chosen you for a very important task. You are to be my Avatar to help fight the Titians of Myth.”

botmaster:

Since it seemed like it was going to be a quiet night Mikey decided that the JSA could use a little fun. With this is mind he began setting up the backyard of the Brownstone for a movie night. This included a movie projector bot, a popcorn popper bot and a modification of his beer tap bot for sodas for the members that weren’t of legal age yet. He had of course upgraded PATTON with a beer tap instead.

 He had talked to Zandor about introducing him to Buffy the vampire slayer but was open to other ideas if people wanted to watch something else.

first_son:

The Titans of myth being freed from Hades goes beyond just the YJLA. The adults are also working on it, but haven't had a lot of luck, especially with so many of their number in semi-retirement. As such, Jon moved beyond his original plan to hold a meeting of his team, and called to invite representatives of the other teams as well, calling all active roster YJLA, and inviting the other teams to send 1-3 people so things didn't get too crowded. Then they can inform their people what's going on.


"So, folks, we have a big problem. The monsters and beings that have been appearing around the world were freed from the dimension Hades. We don't know how or by who. The Olympian gods have not been forthcoming, even to the Amazons, and even very powerful mystics have been unable to pierce the mystery... though past experience has taught us that's often the case with affairs of the gods. They limit their direct interference in mortal affairs, in exchange, mortals have a very hard time dealing directly with them. Sadly, even though the original Grecian Titans don't have any such compact, to learn what happened, we'd need to get past Hades' protections. The Greek gods may be incapacitated, or may be somehow bound by the compact of the gods. Its very possible that once the original Titans reached Earth, their captors couldn't directly interfere."

He sighs. "Direct confrontation isn't the likely answer. Single gods have fought groups including my father, Wonder Woman and a handful of other senior leaguers. Many of the Titans have the power of an entire team. The Titans are more powerful still - the only reason the Greek Gods defeated them was due to greater unity and better tactics. Don't mistake me - they can be beaten, but we're going to need a good plan, and possibly more allies and greater resources. At this point, I'm open to ideas."

dc_titansofmyth:

Atlas, titan of myth and who once held the sky on his shoulders, stood outside the LexCorp manufacturing plant on the outskirts of New Orleans, LA. The Titans would not be beholden to any mortal. They were free and nothing would stop them. Zeus and his crew would be defeated and the Titans would once again rule as they were meant to.

Atlas moved toward the plant. Moments later there were fires and explosions rocked the plant.

dc_monsters:

Each year the The Denver Botanic Gardens created a corn maze. Each year the design changed and each year it is one of most attended corn mazes in the country.

It was natural that the minotaur from Grey Myth would show up in a maze and he made the Denver corn maze his home. Attendance quickly dropped off as people entered the maze and never came out. Authorities and the media appeared on the scene to see what was behind these disappearances.

dc_holiday:

The weather was absolutely perfect for holding a cookout.

Tables had been placed on the roof of headquarters and the large grill fired up to get nice and hot. Burgers, hot dogs, sausage, ribs, corn on the cob, pasta salad, salad and fruit salad were just some of the food available to eat. Soda, water, fruit juice and other beverages were on ice.

The JSA worked as a team to prepare the food. When they were ready, they carried it all outside and started their celebration.

It was a day of rest and relaxations for those who put their lives on the line for others.

greengenes:

Mickey walked into the kitchen of the JSA Brownstone, in shorts and a bikni, the floating iPod deck that Mikey built her for her birthday behind her.

She was worried about Nic, but she didn't want to seem to hovery. She'd let her sleep in...and then haul her ass out of her room and drag her off to go clubbing later if she didn't surface by two.

But for now, it was a beautiful sunny day out, and Mickey planned to take full advantage of it.

But first, she needed cookies.

botmaster:

Mikey had told his dad and step -mom that he didn’t want a surprise party for his birthday like they did every year. Though he knew it would do him any good but it would be nice to see everyone again.  He wasn’t sure how they all managed to fit into their house but they all did. It was the typical group of his friends, JSAers, former Infinity INCers, and some of Dad’s friends from the forties.

Earlier that day his dad had given him his gift a completely junked Shelby Cobra. The idea was to be a project for both of them to rebuild it with a few modifications that he and dad could come up with including flight. Plus it would work as a great way to distract him while his Step Mom, Patricia, and Courtney set thing up. Of course this did mean that Courtney had to drag out both Mikey and Pat with her Cosmic Rod when they were ready for them.

handofnabu:

Mark was frankly surprised. He hadn't even realized he hadn't taken care of the paperwork for the lease on his apartment. So with what little dignity he had he found himself staying at the brownstone.

It hadn't actually mattered. Since he was one of the older members of thew new JSA it actually made sense to stay around. Of course he still was deeply embarrassed he was currently homeless. He tried to not let anyone know about that. He was away early every morning for work and tried to stay out of everyone's way.

Then he had another patch of bad luck. The budget was getting cut. The library he worked at couldn't afford to keep him around. It sucked.

So instead of being perfectly reasonable about the bad luck he did NOT want to talk about he was drinking beer and eating dry cheerios.

Obviously he wasn't in a good mood. And he was going to have to learn to talk to someone on the team.

hawkgirl:

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