When it rings it pours.

[zatanna-z.livejournal.com]

She's restless, which is normal. She's been cleaning some more, which is driving John insane. She should have gone to a certain wedding, but she just couldn't bring herself to face so many of them just yet. She's fairly certain Dinah went. On one hand, she admires her friend for her bravery. On the other, she thinks Dinah's crazy.

More people know now what happened to her. What Light did. She isn't comfortable with that. It makes her even less inclined to leave the house, answer the phone which is now ringing at her, making her jump a mile and toss the feather duster into the air.

She stares accusingly at the phone as it continues to ring at her, eventually picking it up.

Her voice is hesitant and quiet, not at all the Zee that was. "Shadowcrest."

(no subject)

[etai-yazi.livejournal.com]

It started as a little sniffle. Cerdian then started to get ill and she started getting him chicken soup and stuff. Then she started feeling weird, but she just dismissed it. Mom and Daddy weren't here so she was just a little excited and weirded out and...

...And, no, she's not feeling so good either. She goes to the door down the hall.

"Uncle Grant?"

(no subject)

[lexcorp-media.livejournal.com]

(The screen shows CNN anchor Thomas Roberts on the screen.  The time of day at this moment is 11:06 AM per the rolling clock at the bottom of the screen.)

"...reports state that this new virus, being called "Degeneration Y" by some accounts, has hit over 50 different cities and towns across America, with no apparent pattern or reason to date.   The only thing that can be confirmed is that only children and young teenagers are being affected by the virus - there have been virtually no reports of anyone over the age of 16 being affected.  Doctors feel that there's a possibility that the onset of certain stages of puberty can make victims immune to the effects, although no scentific evidence exists at this moment.

"Millions of children are currently filling hospitals to overflowing, and reports of some early deaths as a result of the disease are...

(He pauses, looks offscreen for a moment, then continues)

"Excuse me, there's some late breaking news.   In a brief statement to press, the U.N. Secretary General Kofi Annan has stated that representatives of the Justice League, who due to security reasons shall remain nameless, contacted the UN less than 30 minutes ago to request an audience with the UN General Assembly at around 5 PM tonight.  Annan would only state that the address was of major importance and dealt directly with the current crisis, and that the source of the request has been verified as genuine.   We will, of course, have coverage of that meeting, should it occur.

"With us now is Surgeon General of the United States..."

Another city, another hole

[flame-of-green.livejournal.com]

There is a reason she never actually buys a piece of property for herself. Ok, more than one reason, but one main one. She's never there for very long. Even living in Vegas, the longest she's ever stayed in one city lately, she had to move from one apartment or rental house to another. Hazard of the job, she figured. One or another of the enemies she's made always found her. The burning bag of offensiveness on her doorstep was the worst in her opinion, and she's had a rental house burnt to the ground.

So it was that she found herself setting up base in Gotham, and it hadn't started out well at all. Already had to step in with an assist on some fight and boy wasn't that fun.

She had herself a flat of moderate means, nothing too flamboyant or too shabby. Nondescript. It suited her needs. It accomadated her cable modem so her webcam business still ran. Right now that was her priority.

That accomplished, groceries were in order. Frozen dinners and other non-complicated meals, soda and beer and some munchies obtained, and she's humming along with her mp3 player into her sanctum, fumbling with the bags and keys in her hands.

Humming becomes singing along as she puts the groceries away in the smallish kitchen. Singing then becomes a bit muffled as she removes her shirt on the way to the bedroom. Shower. Or maybe a bath. Hhhmmmm.

Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you dont need that money
with a face like that, do ya.

Big black boots,
long brown hair,
she's so sweet
with her jet back stare.

Help them. Please.

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

Leaving Dick and Babs behind was hard. The looks on their faces will stay with her for a very, very long time.

After the teleport, she has to take a few moments to swallow her nausea back down as she holds on too Mary. Looking down at the little girl, she frowns. This little life and she's taken charge of it. Her mother and father are two of the most important people in her life, without question. And now, so is this little one.

The idea of having her own child is now more terrifying than it was previously. Because it is just an opening for more pain and more loss. Still.... She finds herself fingering the ring, a weight on her finger.

Shaking herself out of her worried reverie, she looks up and steps further into the quarantine room with Mary, murmuring to the little girl. "There are doctors here and they're gonna help you, sweetie."

The call to war

[amazon-diana.livejournal.com]

The call has gone out to all members active and reserve and every team that has been touched by Dr. Light. They are coming. The sick children of the ones who fight are being gathered for the support of the Watchtower's sick bay and the expert care of those who cracked the plague before.

There is none of her normal smiles or words of welcome. This is the Diana that sometimes gets forgotten. The general and leader of war who is just as comfortable with the sword as with the olive branch.

And that was what this was. It was war.

Not a concept most are comfortable with, but when the enemy attacks the young and defenseless then they have declared that there is no going back from this point without something drastic happening.

They are coming to war, and Diana waits.