[identity profile] krypton-or-bust.livejournal.com
It's a sunny day on the Bay and Titans's tower gleams in the light as it watches over the city across the water.
Resembling Frank Loyd Wright's 'Falling Water' masterpiece, the Tower is also a state of the art fortress of technology and a fortified bulwark against those who would seek to contest it's protective vigil.

But that's not really on anyone's mind right now.

Inside, the Titans have assembled, not in response to a dire emergency or immanent threat, but for Pizza!

Superhoy's not the tech head of the team, but he makes for a fun tour guide. Leading their new guest through the many levels of the building (above and bellow ground), he provides an entertaining (if not the most technically accurate) stream of commentary on each of the rooms.

"So yeah, we had to spend a week getting the stains off the walls. I mean I'm glad Raven blew him up, but trying to pick bits of Chemo out of the carpet sucks."

He looks over to Scarab and cocks his head.
"Am I rambling?"

Walking into the main lounge, they are met with an impressive display of Pizza excellence. Bart knows his 'zza.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
Flamebird sits at the table, waiting for everyone else to show up. Drumming her fingers on the top of the table, she's not entirely sure why /she's/ at this meeting. Sure, she helps when Vic is caught up in one of this projects and makes sure that things are running smoothly when he's away. And she does monitor duty on the West Coast and the East Coast as needed but she's not a leader or anything.

It isn't like she's going to be giving either of these teams orders in the field any time soon, or possibly ever as far as she's concerned.

Still, she's here because while she reminded Vic, she's not entirely certain how deep into what he's doing Vic is right now and someone needs to show up.
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
At the corner of Hollywood and Vine, the ground begins to tremble on an early summer evening - the hardy native Californians ignore the tremor at first, accustomed to such things living this close to the San Andreas fault. The hissing gasses and wave of heat might be ignored as well - after all, this is where movies are made - but the follow-up is all too real.

Demons begin to pour forth from the fissure that quickly forms - their twisted, red-black bodies bending unnaturally as their charred wings expand, feeling the freedom of the air for the first time in age untold.

Hell on Earth begins here.
[identity profile] zauriel1971.livejournal.com
Zauriel leads the way to find Dr. Fate. Knowing Asmodel is free and after the power of the Spectre, time is running out fast! He only hopes he gets there soon enough, or it will be devastating for everyone...

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Outside Dr. Fate's tower, Traumiel has already arrived and orders his minions to attack. He shouts to the tower, "FATE! You will help us to find the Spectre!" Little did they know, he was not there, but it was not vacant, there were others there to oppose them all...
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
Bette Kane has never been one to attach a lot of sentiment to the holiday season. While she likes presents and likes friends an family, she's had a lot of the first and not so much of the later until the past few years. Ever since she's become a Titan, this sort of stuff has started to mean more.

And this year, specifically, she's trying to shake herself out of a funk. Ever since the end of the whole situation with Jesse and Wally, she's been mopey, beyond mopey. That just is not going to stand - or at least she's going to do her best to get rid of that little black rain cloud that's settled over her head.

At the Titans West tower, there is a trail of gingerbread cookies leading to the teleporter. One of them is standing over the controls, watching them. No one needs to change them at all, they just need to get on the platform and follow the trails of the gingerbread to...

..... the Titans East base.

Someone's been busy with the decorating and the cooking and... well... the catering but she did cook some. A little bit.

This is the party. Presents can't be too far behind.
[identity profile] aflyinggrayson.livejournal.com
Although it's tempting.

Nightwing has the Justice League teleport him from Bludhaven to Titans Tower, because he likes abusing his power with the JLA like that, and after his stomach stops its post-port loop-de-loops, he heads to the kitchen to drop off his gift and get himself a soda.

His gift? Four dozen Philly cheesesteaks, neatly wrapped and bundled in a box. He figures Bart alone will eat half.
[identity profile] damage-granted.livejournal.com
There has been little reason for Grant to visit his teammates on the West Coast over the last several months since the Titans had been reorganized, splitting their numbers between the City by the Bay and the City of Brotherly Love.

On this particular day - a fine, warm, sunny summer day over San Francisco Bay - Damage finds himself in the transporter room in one of the sub-basements of Titans Tower on Titans Island, the headquarters of the West Coast contingent.

The school year had gone by rather quickly, and the summer is already half over. Emerson hadn't had the heart to plunge through a battery of summer courses. At the time, it seemed like the stress would have been overwhelming. Considering the way the dog days of summer have dragged on, however, maybe classes would have been a good idea.

As such, Grant has decided to spend the remaining days of his hiatus from school working with Cyborg on a few designs for devices that could help him exert tighter control over his concussive energy discharges. Hey, it's something to pass the time, anyway.

Stepping off the transporter pad, Grant shakes his head, frowning. God, I hate having my atoms scrambled... he thinks, heading out into the hallway. "Vic?" he calls. No answer. Damage spends a few minutes more looking in all the places where one would be likely to find Cyborg, but to no avail. Thus, he heads upstairs to the common area - specifically, the kitchen - grabbing himself a bottle of water out of the fridge and leaning back against the counter, a puzzled look on his face.
[identity profile] beastlyboy.livejournal.com
"It's Guy Love, that's all it is! Guy love! He's mine, I'm his! There's nothing gay about it, in our eyes..." Beast Boy sings, thinking he is alone in the sinister TITANS LEADERSHIP MEETING ROOM, by which we mean Cyborg's secret no kids allowed clubhouse. It's a big room with a plain metal table-all of the cool stuff is hidden in the walls or the table, because Cyborg's crazy like that. Groaning a little, Beast Boy takes off one of his boots, wincing at his clawed, mildly ape-like feet. Not full on gorilla toes, mind, but if he wasn't so bashful about it, Beast Boy could probably leap from rooftop to rooftop using those honkers. Letting a little sigh out, Garfield rubs his foot, which is throbbing a little from being in 'proper' boots all night. "...while I'm proud to call you chocolate bear, the crowd will always stop and stare~"

Needless to say, Garfield Logan's major mistake this evening is forgetting that his fellow senior Titans are, in fact, supposed to have an important post-mission meeting here in a minute or two.
[identity profile] beastlyboy.livejournal.com
Somehow, the club just isn't as fun when one of your friends is flying there under eerie posthypnotic suggestion.

God, Gar, you're such a fuck up, he thinks to himself, looking down at his boots for a moment. There's a quick, fleshy sound, and a green mouse weaves between the stomping boots and snapping heels of the dancing wasted youth. Thump thump thump thump thump...verminous ears pick up a change in the beat that human ears would not, as Beast Boy scratches against one of the back walls of the fun house like building, pressing his claw to the mouse-size Titan transmitter to let his teammates know that he's found where the drop off point for whoever's making money off of these unwilling criminals is...
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_darkknight_/
Not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.

But whoever is on monitor duty might think he or she saw a ghost, or the shadow of a ghost, or the suggestion of a shadow of a ghost, on the security monitors. Funny, all the motion detectors and entrance records indicate the only people home are Titans.

Maybe it IS a ghost?

Going West

Apr. 27th, 2009 02:16 am
[identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com
Even though there's not much travel time involved in going from Philadelphia to San Francisco these days, Nightwing's still got plenty of opportunity to consider the situation on the west coast. Terra - the first one - wrought untold havoc on the team, most notably on Gar, but her alliance with Deathstroke was a kick to the head none of them could have seen coming. With this new Terra's appearance, and a 'coincidental' appearance of a new teenager wearing Deathstroke's colors, saying he's feeling skeptical of good intentions would be something of an understatement. But that's why they're heading out there, after all - to figure out what the hell's going on.

The three East Coast Titans resolve into being inside the Tower's teleport room.

Free Time

Apr. 27th, 2009 12:17 am
[identity profile] vic-stone.livejournal.com
Vic was in his "garage", his private work space in Titans Tower where he could build and engineer as he as pleased. He was looking over some schematics, and idly bobbing his head to the music playing in the background. This in itself wasn't unusual.

What was unusual was that, for once, the door was open. Normally he kept it locked, since he didn't like being disturbed when he really into a project. Plus he didn't want the "kids" to just barge in and wreck his stuff.

But he figured he could stand to be a touch more sociable. Plus most of the important projects had been completed, and he was mostly tinkering with a few designs to keep him busy.
[identity profile] beastlyboy.livejournal.com
Outrageously Hawaiian shirt? Check. Sporty jean shorts? Check. Fancy leather flip flops? Check. Aviator sunglasses, corn cob pipe, and genuine Pattonesque army helmet? Check.

"Time to go to work." Beast Boy states, snapping his hands behind his back and stepping out to the Tower's lounge. "Alright, listen up troops!"

A pause. Beast Boy sighs, pulls a triangle out of somewhere, and rings it a little. "I said LISTEN U-p. Aheh. Thank you. Now! Ahem. Today we see a step forward in the endless trek of justice! Some of you wonderful guys may not make it home, but all of you will be able to say, "I was there, and I was a MAN.". Except the ladies. They can say, "I was a LADY.", if they'd prefer. Their call, no judgments here." Beast Boy coughs again. "One of the most important aspects of superheroing is the secret identity. And tonight, we're going to be putting the protection of that identity to the test. Teen Titans, tonight..."

Beast Boy slaps the poster behind him, showing the 'Fun Haus', a hip new Gotham nightspot that's made a few of the society papers. "...we are going clubbing! Clubbing, for DANGER. If we can survive a night out with our secret identities intact, we know we can handle those tricky infiltration missions that pop up every once in a while." You know, when the uniforms get boring. "Any questions, troops?"
[identity profile] kidflash2.livejournal.com
Having super-speed is a fantastic power - from Keystone City to San Francisco in under a minute. Jay and Joan were nice to stay with, but sometimes it was nice to hang out with people his own age.

Of course, that was assuming anyone was home. The tower is mostly empty at the moment - the other 'weekend' Titans aren't due to arrive for a few hours. So Bart is out in the garden, stacking rocks. It's much harder than it sounds, really - rounded rocks that by all rights should tumble right off of one another - sustained in their tower-like formation with judicious use of micro-air bursts at super-speed.

He's got it up to about four feet tall now, vanishing and reappearing at various sides.
[identity profile] vic-stone.livejournal.com
Now that the meet and greet part was done, it was time to separate the wheat from the chaff.

The first round of the audition process was fairly simple. Make it one complete lap around the training. Easier said than done, since there would be a number of obstacles in their path, not to mention the added pressure of the senior members of the Titans watching. It wasn't on one of the higher difficulty settings, so if anyone auditioning could clear it, then they had potential. And anyone who couldn't? Well... they needed a bit more work before being Titans ready.

Vic looked down at the list in front of him, then announced the order of each person who had to go through the course.
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
With a number of new, young heroes cropping up all over the nation, there has been much discussion of the role that the Titans will take in training and assisting the new crop of super-heroes. Heroes like Static. And the Scarab. And Zachary Zatara. And Vulcan.

In some cases, there isn't a lot of available information - so an 'open house' has been scheduled, welcoming would-be Titans to the tower in San Francisco.
[identity profile] jla-extras2.livejournal.com
Aboard the Watchtower, a meeting begins - with teleconference presence for the Teen Titans, the Titans West, the Justice Society and more. Unaffiliated heroes have been invited to the Watchtower to listen in, as well.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your attention."

Brainiac Five addresses the superhero community, calm and collected as he speaks to the most powerful entities on the planet.

"Some of you may already be aware of the growing problems. The forces of magic are reportedly in chaos; strange events have been occurring all over the globe, and I have detected an unusual degree of temporal flux."

The briefing continues.. )

"I will now open the floor to questions."
[identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com
Jesse looks up at the glowing neon sign in the window.

"First Crush. Very funny, Bette." Shrugging, she pushes open the door and takes a quick scan of the room to try and spot her friend. As the maitre'd approaches, she smiles and says, "Two for dinner, please."

She orders a bottle of Malbec and two glasses, and settles in to wait for Bette.
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
"Hey. Wally. I'm calling to collect on that dinner. I need to talk. With you. I think you'll... I think you'll ... I think you'll understand."

Well. That message isn't as sexy as the last one she left him but she actually got up the nerve to call him. She's now gone back to staying curled up in bed. It is cold out there, out there being any of the world which is not currently beneath her blanket. Her head is on her pillow and she's feeling amazingly lazy right now.

It is starting to burn at her. Right now she's going between bouts of hyper activity spurred on by needed to stop thinking about everything and this, what she's doing now. She doesn't want to leave her room. She wants to stay hidden here, trying to put her brain back together, to make all the pieces fit again.
[identity profile] vic-stone.livejournal.com
The spell the pirates were using was simple. No one noticed the area where the base was. Most people would've sailed right by without a second thought. Thanks to the navigation system, they were able to get past the effect of the spell. And Vic finally noticed the base.

It was hard not to. It was a small island that formed around a now dormant volcano. It was also less than a half mile in front of them.

The moment the rocky coastline came into view, he brought the ship to a complete stop. The island may have only been a few square miles in area, but having all of that pop up right in front of him so suddenly was jarring.

It also made him wonder what else they hadn't noticed.

Radar and Sonar weren't picking up anything unusual, so he set forward at a slower speed. They needed to exercise caution.

"Kid Flash, Wondergirl, report in. You two seeing what I'm seeing?"

No telling if they were able to make it past the illusion as well.

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