[identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com
It's that time again.

The Titans East meeting, to go over new business, and old business, and maybe even some budget questions if she can get Nightwing to stay long enough.

First one here, as usual. So Jesse takes a moment to run to the kitchen and grab a soda. And some fruit. And some of those cookies, too.

Back a few seconds later with a handful of snacks, she plops back in the chair and waits for the others to show up.
[identity profile] x-superkara-x.livejournal.com
Kara wakes up on the sofa bed. "Ugh." Why was it taking so much time for the alcohol from absolutely ages ago to work it's way through her system? Surely her metabolism should extinguish this sort of thing almost instantly. And yet, every morning since drinking too much wine she's suffered from what the humans refer to as a hangover.

"Mar'i? I think i need more aspirin..." She staggers off the bed, and begins to pull some clothes together. Apparently they're due to start paying other heroes visits today, and she's excited, but incredibly nervous. To most of these people she's just a memory, and the looks she was getting at the Christmas part on the Watchtower... She still can't quite take it in that Barry Allen is dead, and that for all intents and purposes, she was too.

"Mar'i? Am I okay to start eating? I could eat a Kargathoan Behemoth..." She plonks herself onto one of the dining stools and holds her head in her hands.
[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com
As humans count the days, it has been over 3 years since Nightstar, Starfire, and Nightwing challenged Croutex to a duel in the Dreaming, ending at last in Destruction's intervention, though he had declined to resume control of his realm. Over 3 years since Dr. Fate bid the heroes of his universe to dream, and rebuild the order left tattered and torn by Croutex and its followers. To other races, especially the immortals, it has been only a moment ago.

There comes a time when this year's gathering is not quite so noisy. Nightstar flies above the heads of the attendees, landing before what appears to be a painting draped in starlight velvet. Judging by the size, the newest attendees may wonder if the hidden work is a lifesized portrait, but of who? Those who have attended this multiversal summit meeting before nod to themselves and each other in anticipation.

"Excuse me," Nightstar says politely, waiting until the attendees have focused their attention on her. "I know some of you are new this time, so I need to explain things. My Lord Shaper is willing to let you all have glimpses in the dreams of those who dwell in the multiverse. I'm afraid you still won't be allowed to make any requests, and the glimpses may not last very long. I can't promise that you'll see anything useful, but just in case ... please pay attention?"

With that, she pulls the veil aside, revealing that the frame is, at first glance, empty.

And then the frame fills with images....
[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com
The Dreaming is, by its very nature, not bound by the laws that govern the physical universe, and yet those laws may inform its form and function. Time and geography have different meanings here, and even those meanings may shift as the dreamers (or the Lord Shaper himself) wish, but at this time, there is a place that has been set aside by order of Dream himself.

It is a place more clearly defined than others in the Dreaming, owing something to Dream's library, and something to the hall of a great king meeting with his knights and advisors, and in it now waits Nightstar, Titan and servant of the Lord of Dreams, who has been instructed to welcome the attendees.

From worlds known and unknown to her they arrive ... all bearing great power, as their universes count it: power of science, magic, sorcery, wizardry, or that granted by divine blessing. Many races, many traditions, but all united in the wish to preserve their universes.
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
This holiday season, there is no phony distress call, no false alarm of an impending alien invasion. In fact, the invitations had been sent out weeks ago to as many individuals as the Watchtower's party planning committee could think of - with some help from the Justice League's computerized roster, of course. Small cards requesting RSVPs had been distributed to members of the League, the Justice Society, the Titans East and West, as well as other, smaller teams and unaffiliated heroes.

The moonbase's commissary has been transformed by Ma Hunkel and her contingent of culinary assistants - experts and neophytes alike - into a veritable assembly line producing mind-boggling quantities of food, the aroma of the feast filling the corridors of the Watchtower, drifting as far away as the teleporter room. Apart from the mouth-watering smells, tasteful holiday decorations throughout the moonbase provide an even more festive atmosphere, and although the League has always been a rather inclusive group, there is no doubting the influence of the modern American conceptualization of Christmas, as evinced by the impressively lit Christmas tree in the main assembly hall, not to mention the various poinsettias, wreathes, and garlands.

It would seem, however, that someone put the kibosh on the ill-conceived notion of piping in Christmas music, and, thus, the Watchtower does not exactly capture the feeling of a mall department store in full holiday sale swing.

There will be food and drink enough for all - all manner of entrees, sides, and a bounty of cookies and desserts, not to mention egg nog, hot toddies, and other adult holiday beverages - and good company, perhaps some gift-giving and even a kiss or two under a sprig of mistletoe.

As the heroes gather, the mood will be light and easy, but, perhaps one of the more veteran of Earth's champions will utter a few words to reflect on not only the season, but also the trials, tribulations, and successes of the last year.
[identity profile] x-superkara-x.livejournal.com
Kara, Grant and Mar'i have returned to the condo after being debriefed following the war with the replicants, and Kara finally got that shower she was after since seemingly being shot forward in time. You can build a hell of a sweat on when you jump through time...

She leaves the bathroom, towelling her hair, to see the dinner table being laid out. "You guys are quick movers..." She grins at her two hosts, and notices there's a fourth place set at the table. Her look wavers a little... She's not sure how keen she is on meeting lots of other heroes at once, but one more tonight shouldn't hurt too badly. For a second she worries that Mar'i is trying to set her up with someone... She had mentioned something that effect. "Umm... Who's the dinner guest?" She smiles, nervously.
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
An army tears down Broad Street in Philadelphia, looking like something out of an apocalyptic movie. Some brave civilians run up the costumed characters. Some are familiar. Is that Dr Mid-Nite? Is that Flamebird? Where did they come from? Why are they doing this?

They just appeared out of nowhere, and now they're smashing up shopfronts, setting fire to cars and houses. And people. Oh, the people that get in the way of this crew regret it soon enough. A merciless Parasite gestures with his skinless arm, and his soldiers tear the citizens apart.

Before two minutes are up, a great deal of the army are already covered in the blood of innocents, and not a building that was passed has gone unharmed. They seem to be have a direction... Parasite leads half the band one way, and the other half goes on a random tour of terror. Parasite looks around at the carnage he's causing, and makes a gurgling laugh.
[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com
Nightstar's condo is not in the most expensive neighborhood in Philadelphia, but the building is well constructed. To Supergirl's eyes, the skeleton of the building looks strong enough to withstand gale-force winds as well as earthquakes ... or maybe a terrorist attack. As they draw closer, it also becomes obvious that the wiring is slightly better than the residential code requires ... and by the time they land on Mar'i's balcony, Kara can see evidence of a highly sophisticated security system.

Mar'i presses her hand against a small glass panel on one side of the French doors, which swing open silently to admit the two superheroes. Vertical blinds are easily pulled aside to reveal a colorful living room crowded with plants. The walls have been painted in a warm terra cotta. A high-end entertainment center runs halfway along the length of one wall, including shelves for the DVD and game collection, and there is a large sofa upholstered in a tropical fabric. Completing the tropical theme are numerous houseplants, hanging from the ceiling as well as resting on the end tables.

"Welcome," Mar'i says with a smile. "Are you hungry? I can see what's in the fridge, or we can order delivery."
[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com
Kryll, but sometimes she misses San Francisco, and not just because so many of its citizens were almost Tamaranean in their attitudes. She misses the Pacific Ocean, that broad blue expanse of water by the Bay. All that space between shipping lanes, where she could fly without worrying who would be watching her.

Over the Atlantic, it's a little harder to find a patch of ocean where the Navy isn't holding war games, or cruise ships aren't making their stately and expensive way from Europe to America and back again, or cargo ships stacked with containers, or oil tankers ... the list goes on, but eventually Nightstar was able to find a place where she could hold her own private target practice without ... what was that phrase Beast Boy's fans used? "Freaking the mundanes"?

She checks her position with the small GPS unit she carries, then tosses a small object high into the air before she fires.

Pow! Dead clay pigeon.
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
As the damage to the universe begins to accumulate, the skies of Earth take on a deep red color, as though space itself were bleeding. Strange storms begin to form, with unusually-colored bolts of lightning.

Hush-a-bye

Jan. 20th, 2008 12:25 pm
[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com
Broken toys, blotched with rust and mildew, nearly sinking into the landscape of the Dreaming with the power of decay.

Nightstar flies on through the Dreaming, the trail of corruption nearly making her gag. Still, she presses on, grimly determined to see this through to the end, whatever that end may be.



There is something attacking children and it is in the Dreaming.



Her hands flex as she flies on. )
[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com
It has been some time since Croutex first tried to take Destruction's power as its own. As humans count the days, it has been over 2 years since Nightstar, Starfire, and Nightwing challenged the Endless-manqué to a duel in the Dreaming, ending at last in Destruction's intervention, though not his re-ascendance of his throne. Over 2 years since Dr. Fate bid the heroes of his universe to dream, and rebuild the order left tattered and torn by Croutex and its followers. To other races, especially the immortals, it has been only a moment ago.

There comes a time when the gathering is not quite so noisy. Nightstar flies above the heads of the attendees, landing before a draped painting. Judging by the size, the newest attendees may wonder if the hidden work is a lifesized portrait, but of who? Those who have attended this multiversal summit meeting before nod to themselves and each other in anticipation.

"Excuse me," Nightstar says politely, waiting until the attendees have focused their attention on her. "As before, my Lord Shaper is willing to let you all have glimpses in the dreams of those who dwell in the multiverse. I'm afraid you still won't be allowed to make any requests, and the glimpses may not last very long. I can't promise that you'll see anything useful, but just in case ... please pay attention?"

With that, she pulls the veil aside, revealing that the frame is, at first glance, empty.

And then the frame fills with images....
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
The Dreaming is, by its very nature, not bound by the laws that govern the physical universe, and yet those laws may inform its form and function. Time and geography have different meanings here, and even those meanings may shift as the dreamers (or the Lord Shaper himself) wish, but at this time, there is a place that has been set aside by order of Dream himself.

It is a place more clearly defined than others in the Dreaming, owing something to Dream's library, and something to the hall of a great king meeting with his knights and advisors, and in it now waits Nightstar, Titan and servant of the Lord of Dreams, who has been instructed to welcome the attendees.

From worlds known and unknown to her they arrive ... all bearing great power, as their universes count it: power of magic, sorcery, wizardry, or that granted by divine blessing. Many races, many traditions, but all united in the wish to preserve their universes.
[identity profile] damage-granted.livejournal.com
The last few weeks - in fact, it would probably not be inaccurate to say the last few months - have been rather quiet for the Titans' Eastern contingent. Spearheaded by some of the younger members' attempts at urban renewal and community interaction, the team has begun the task of developing a rapport with Philadelphia politicians and citizenry alike. If the front pages of newspapers and magazine covers are to be believed, these efforts have been rather successful. Despite these successes, one might go so far as to say that life has gotten to be almost mundane - if such a thing could be said for a group of people who routinely dress up in colorful costumes and battle the forces of evil.

One such quiet, mundane night finds a younger member of the East Coast roster sitting on the couch in his girlfriend's apartment, twirling a pencil between his fingers, leafing through a hefty tome riddled with all manner of nonsensical symbols and various combinations of letters and numbers that would mean little to most people. Calculus... I should have taken Applied Geometry, Grant muses, reaching for a spiral bound notebook resting on the coffee table, taking a moment to jot a few notes, then returning to his reading with a brief sigh. At least his professor had understood when Emerson had requested an incomplete due to "super-heroing."

Mar'i was off on patrol with Jesse tonight, leaving Grant to ponder the meaning and application of complex logarithms all by his lonesome. Apart from the occasional rustle of a page or the scribbling of the pencil, the apartment was awfully quiet, so much so that he could hear the clock ticking in the kitchen. A quick glance at the digital clock on the VCR told him it would be at least an hour and a half until Mar'i came home. He would probably call her later, if only so they could tell each other, "I love you." He could almost hear Jesse's eyes rolling.

Reaching for the book once more, Grant stopped short and looked to his right, catching movement out of the corner of his eye. The pencil fell out of his hand and clattered against the table before hitting the floor.

The vaguely spherical object hovered near him, drawing closer, turning this way and that as it moved toward the couch, the apartment lights glinting off of its faceted surface. Stuffing his hand into his pocket, Grant fumbled for his communicator, lifting it toward his face.

Four melodic chimes brought a swift end to whatever words that had formed on his lips, his thumb frozen on the small device. The sphere swiveled again, then titled forward, and for a very brief moment, Grant Emerson felt as though he was falling deep, deep down into one of those glimmering facets.
[identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com
 When gaming fans click on the QuickStart website on the morning of December 3rd, they find the following announcement posted to the front page:

Taking it to the People 

Dear QuickStart Games fans:

As most of you know, it's about time for QuickStart to begin the final stage of testing for our new game system.  Our engineers and designers have been working their fingers to the bone, and now that we're in the home stretch, there's just one crucial piece missing.

The name.

This is a system that we've been working on for a long time.  It represents months of hard work from dedicated people whose only goal is to provide you, our loyal fans, with the best next-generation video console possible.  

And believe me, it'll blow your socks right off.

So this is your opportunity -- help us name our lovely little console.  

Of course, there are prizes involved!  
Ten random people will be chosen to receive a fresh-off-the-line new game console, along with three games of their choice* to go with it.  

So put on your thinking caps, readers, and send your suggestions to
whatsinaname@quickstart.com by December 14th.  We'll choose a selection from your suggestions, and post them to this website for you to choose from.

Get moving -- we can't finish this without you!

Love,
Jesse Chambers, CEO


*subject to availability; games not currently available will be provided upon time of release
Contest excludes employees of QuickStart Games, Quickstart, Inc., and all related companies and subsidiaries, as well as family and friends of same
[identity profile] 3x2-9yz-4a.livejournal.com
A single lamp burns brightly on the corner of her desk, aimed to illuminate the pile of papers loosely gathered in front of her.  Bundles of more paper and files neatly stacked are mostly in shadow; she puts down the pen in her hand and pulls out one folder that, when brought into the light, reads, "Q4 2007".  She opens it onto the desk and begins to read:

TO: All Employees

FROM: Jesse Chambers

RE: Q4 Strategies

 

I wanted to start out by saying Thank You for all of your hard work this year.  The first three quarters of 2007 have been tremendous, and we couldn't have done it without all of your diligence and dedication.  I especially want to thank our testing group for their work on getting the bugs worked out of the QS system.

 

We've got a lot to do, continuing to build up for the start of the holiday season.  I'm hoping that this quarter will be our strongest...

 

She continues reading, absently tapping one finger to the faint music emanating from her headphones, until finally reaching the end of the page.  Pursing her lips, she thinks for a moment, and then crosses out a few words, only to scrawl in a few changes here and there in the text.  Satisfied, she snags a post-it from a pad, puts it on the memo, and writes, Make changes as indicated, then distribute on Monday, and slides the folder back onto the top of the nearest pile.

 

Reclining back in her chair, she stretches out her legs, smiling and humming along with the music.  Wally would be rolling his eyes at the song, she thinks to herself, but we've all got our guilty pleasures.  And besides, this new Kelly Clarkson album is really good... As she does, she catches a glimpse of the time listed on the impressive-looking desk phone, and abruptly sits up straight.  "I've been here WAY too long," she says out loud, and begins straightening up what she can of the carefully controlled chaos of her desk, slipping some of the stacked papers into a slim leather briefcase and closing it with a snap.  I'll get to the Titans information later; don't want to just leave it laying out here...

 

As she heads out and gets into her car, she muses to herself, Some days I just want to get back to what I used to have.  Less time in the office, more time out with the team.  Don't necessarily miss the awkward drunken moments, but the rest...  She smiles in such a way that could be considered as fondly reminiscing, or something slightly more daring.  I'll just head over to base...someone's probably still up and around. 

[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com
Scorched apple pie. Abandoned toys. What could it mean?

The Dreaming changes with the seasons, or maybe it's her perception of the Dreaming that changes. Having been Dream's servant for a couple years does not, Nightstar knows, make her an expert on the Dreaming. Having been Dream's servant for a couple years does, however, mean she has learned something in her time.

Something is wrong. Children's dreams should be about school, upcoming holidays, the normal assorted hopes and fears and wonders and terrors of their lives. There is--perhaps not a pattern, but a texture to the dreams of children, and while she doesn't understand the totality of it, she has learned enough to know when something is wrong.

She is not the detective her grandfather is, or even the detective her father is, just as she is not quite the warrior her mother is. But she comes from a long line of champions, and she has made her own place in the strange universe she now calls home, and from that place she will make her stand against whatever may come. Even if it comes from the Dreaming.

Even if, right now, she's not entirely sure what it is.

"I just hope it's not a stupid giant spider with deadlights," she mutters to herself as she makes another survey of the Dreaming. "I hated that story. The ending hoovered."
[identity profile] middle-amazon.livejournal.com
...And promised to explain everything. Why he was on the surface rather than in his position as Regent of Atlantis. Why he had his son there, but no wife - and whatever case he had been working on. He had been on the trail of something. The older Titans would know the subtle signs of it: ducking questions, changing the topic, the look and feel of long hours cloaking him - all the while being reserved and polite.

The message had been specific. He needed his team, especially his old friends in on this one, because whatever it was he found was just that big. Maybe it's time we all found out what's been going on down there.

"Looks like I beat everyone here."
[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/
Bette's been getting this costume ready in secret for what feels like for forever and ever. Her partner in crime, Lily, has yet to show up but she'll be here. She's good at showing up on time for things.

The plan? Trick or Treat around both the Titans East and Titans West bases - and maybe a little further a field than that to make sure they get /everyone/. Even if only to see the looks on everyone's faces.

This might well be up there with the whole Riddler idea.

Maybe.

In her room, she looks herself over in the mirror, adjusting the skirt and her boots one last time.

I hope the wig I found for Lily works.
[identity profile] mari-grayson.livejournal.com
For months now, when Mar'i has dreamed, they have been ordinary dreams. Fragments of her childhood mixed with worries that she'll be up in front of her classmates totally unprepared for her latest presentation salted with bits and pieces of a day's events.

But tonight as she sleeps, she is flying over what looks like a very typical stretch of suburbia. There are half a dozen basic versions of houses, each with a 2-car garage (with basketball hoop mounted over the driveway) and a neatly trimmed patch of bright green lawn. The weather is perfect. The streetlights work.

Why, then, does she smell something funny? What is it?

She flies over the curving streets named after trees that were cut down years ago, trying to identify the scent.

Something burned. Leaves? Something on the grill? No ... though it was making her think of food....

Fruit....

Something else, too.

Scorched apple pie? What could that mean?

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