JLA Watchtower (Archive)

"Hopefully the timeline will stabilize some what."

The green face does not show the emotion that he likely knows is on the face of the woman on the other side.

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Lyle joins in, going over some data.

"We believe it has largely stabilized already. There are a few lingering anomalies, like Ol-Vir, but after Mordru was defeated, strange things stopped appearing.."

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"This is a good thing."

Oracle pauses, distracting herself from herself somewhat through work. "I can imagine you're relieved to be going home." She'll miss having them around.

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"It will be nice to have access to modern technology again, yes. Not that this trip hasn't been historically informative.."

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"Triad, Brainy and I will definitely miss the people here. The Titans were extraordinarily gracious to host us for so long, and the Justice League's generosity in providing this satellite for our use was essential to what we've achieved."

He shoots Brainy a reproving glance.

"Still, all of us have families back home.."

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"I understand. You're needed back home."

There is a pause, "I know that you'll be missed here."

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"It's been agreeable to work with - "

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Triad smacks Brainy in the back of the head.

"He means to say he'll miss you, too. He's not half as rude as he likes to pretend he is. We're also setting up a time beacon in this era, so we can find our way back here, should the need arise.."

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"I've gotten good at translating what he means while he's been here." It is a bittersweet goodbye, in that she's very happy that they get to go home but at the same time it means they're leaving.

"As long as you're certain that the time travel won't cause any negative effects." She understands a lot of things but time travel isn't one she'll even pretend.

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"At this point, we're practically sprocking experts." he notes dryly.

"I don't think that we'll run into trouble, but I do appreciate the concern."

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Saturn Girl enters the communications and control room, with a slightly worried look on her face.

"We may have a problem. Ultra Boy took a few of the others down to Earth using the transporters.."

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"Grife."

Brainy and Lyle say it in unison, exchanging a frustrated glance. Lyle sighs, exasperated.

"I'll go pick them up.."

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"Alright boys, girls and off-worlders, the game of the night is "Beer Race" In honor of our newly found friends, we'll change it to...wait for it. Lightspeed." Rick Tyler stated, waving over a tray full of beer mugs

"If you finish your drink, tilt it upside down and over your head. Last person to finish buys the next round. Don't give me that look either, big boy. You ripped my hood the other day." He gives a sly wink.

"Its tradition and a goodbye night from us to you all, so bottoms up!" Rick raises a toast and starts to down his beer.

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Arisia is sitting behind the bar, watching, amusedly at the antics of those in the bar. She shakes her head a faintly, to herself, taking a long slow drink from her own mug of something that looks distinctly non-Terran. "Let me know what you want and I'll see if I have it."

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He lowers his glass after finishing, then holds it over his head. "Nothing but a mop might be needed soon. We promise not to make a bigger mess than we can clean."

"You in for a round or two?"

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"A mop?"

Arisia looks skeptical about that. "Please tell me you're not all drinking to illness. I'd really rather not be here if that's the plan."

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"Not in the least. We're drinking to the fact that we're all here. All safe, and in our right minds." He nods, waving over another beer. "At least...if Ultra Boy here is as tough in the stomach as he says he is. So to all of us."

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SPLASH!

As if on cue, Ultra Boy tilts his beer glass, dousing himself with beer. "DONE!"

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He looks back at the newly wet Legionnaire. "Yeah...we'll clean it up afterwards."

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A beer mug gets slammed down, and Grace lets out a contented sigh.

"I'll make sure they don't get too crazy, doll. It'll take more than you have to get me there."

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"Y'all need to move onto some good ol' J.D. already," grouses the blonde as she slams down her glass. "This stuff ain't worth washin' my shoes with." She then belches, entirely unashamedly.

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The rest of the group all turns their attention to Grace. Each has their beer glass raised over their heads.

Kid Quantum pipes up with. "Ummm, we win?"

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Arisia puts a bottle in front of Grace, grinning. "At some point, we can try to drink each other under the table but I don't think tonight is that night." She takes the stopper off the top, "But try some of that."

The elfin woman arches a brow, looking over at Zinda, amused.

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She waves them on.

"Knock yourselves out, kids." Grace rarely participates in the game part of drinking games, preferring to stick to just the drinking.

The new bottle in front of her piques her interest.

"Mind bringing me a glass, sweets?"

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"Make that two, sug," Zinda adds, sliding onto a bar stool with practised ease. "All this young testosterone's about to make this ol' bird feel her age."

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Rick pipes in. "Three's company here. That looks just wicked enough to be a fond memory."

He then turns to Zinda. "Wait, old bird? C'mon...you're...twenty four? Twenty six?"

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She gives him an amused look. "Nice of ya'll to say, hon, but I was shootin' down Nazis before you were more'n a gleam in your grandaddy's eye."

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Arisia brings three glasses over. She'd thought about bringing Zinda a smaller glass but if she doesn't know about what it takes to get Arisia tipsy by now, she won't ever know. Pouring into the glasses, she looks over at the others.

"Who needs a refill?" A green glow surrounds her as she gets ready to serve another around to those who need it.

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"You're kidding? Man, modern medicine these days."

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She chuckles. "Just blame time weirdness, sug. One minute I was in my plane, next I was here, and there was no goin' back."

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Hand goes up, almost immediately.

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"Sounds kind of like my Dad, Alan, Jay and the others. They've had some foolishness with Limbo, a big-ass fire monster, and probably Degaton. He's from about your time. He doesn't look twenty-something however."

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She makes something of a face at mention of Degaton. "That good for nothin' piece o' work. Guess all that time spent hatin' on others did a number for his complexion," she winks.

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"Oh, he's certainly got a lot of bastard in him. I found a way to punch through his aura though. Best right cross I ever threw."

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"That's a man who needs more'n a couple punches," she says, her distaste clear in her tone as she downs her shot. "I'd prefer to personally introduce him to a load o' .45 rounds to the head."

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"Okay."

Arisia takes a swallow of her drink and makes sure Grace has some more. It should be a hell of a punch compared to what she's used to. And Zinda gets a steady stream of not as potentially lethal off world stuff.

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She takes a drink.

It burns all the way down.

Grace wipes a single tear from her eyes.

"Sweetheart, you may have just become my best friend."

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Zinda's smile widens. "I'm all about makin' friends, hon."

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Arisia chuckles, "I know where to get bottles of this stuff any time you want one." Grace is almost two feet taller than she is but that doesn't matter. The elfin woman is pretty sure she could drink her under the table if she needed to.

Reaching out, she squeezes Zinda's hand before leaning in to kiss her on the cheek.

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The Lantern's gesture is reciprocated in kind and with interest by the Blackhawk, who then reaches to down another shot of the hard liquor. "Is this party gettin' started yet?"

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"A few bottles of these would sure be nice to keep around." Grace slides her glass over for another shot.

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After recovering Ultra Boy and a few of the others from their impromptu visit to Earth, Brainiac Five is more than ready to get them all home.

"Is everyone accounted for?"

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Imra nods in confirmation, shooting a stern glance at Jo.

"Yes, everyone's back on board."

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