Gotham City Science Museum

[ivy-lady.livejournal.com]

It's for the children and they love children. So does Ted Kord and he and Harley love giant movie robots and cyborgs. It's a charity auction to help some of the children who need a little extra to get them through the recent disaster. (If she finds the man - and yes, it had to be one - who poinsoned the small flowers in the garden she will have him fed to her babies. Ra's Plague was a thing of beauty and should not have been altered.) Someone decided to make into a somewhat science fiction masquerade for the rich and eccentric. The place reeks of tech money and Ivy wants to snarl, but...she...can't...Harley love it all so. Sadly the Plague saw to it that most children were too sick to eat the candy shipment that were going to make them see stars. Damn disposable culture and -

"More wine?" The waiter asks, and yes, she takes some.

She's dressed as one of the race Gar Logan played on that stupid series. He's green. She's green. There's no electronics. It works. The mini skirt doesn't. It's annoying.

And where is Harleen in all this? Has she found her new lover boy?

St Roch

[blonde-techie.livejournal.com]

No sign of Hawkman? Bad.

Plague causing riots over everything from Pedalyte to cell phone service? Really bad.

The team not even having time to train or talk to one another because Kathy is working her butt off in the North Quarter while Hawkgirl works the docks? Pricelessly bad. Sensei would have a fit.

Roxy has been IVing caffeine and redirecting everything from stop lights to truck shipments and 911 calls. Even if it's Thanksgiving and the superbug has been neutralized for a week, there's still plenty of stupid out there and plenty of those who take advantage of the stupid.

Still no sign of the Charlie, but the angels are still working the city. He's been gone way too long for this to be his type of not talked about "business." She's already sent something to Kip because he seems to know the right people. She just asks her name be left out of it for now.

"Status?"

In the still of the night

[amazon-diana.livejournal.com]

It is the quiet after the battle. They have fought and won...not without losses and injuries...and celebrated. And now comes the quiet times when you can hear the voices in your heart and you wonder.

When Diana had first appeared the press (and Mindy Mayer) had dubbed her as 'Wonder Woman'. Sometimes it was appropriate, but in a different meaning of the word. She wondered over what might have been done differently, over her role in things and what was to come in the future.

Her mother had been the same way, always after a battle with the doorway Hyppolyta would stay and attend the healings and the feast but then she would retreat to be on her own. As a young girl Diana had not understood why she would need to be alone, as a woman she found herself doing the same thing.

Diana is not much of one to brood though, and there are still duties to be done and plans to be made for the future so they do not find themselves at such straits again.

And there is a friend she would like to speak to before she begins.

Traveling

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

Even after her conversation with Dick, packing took less than thirty minutes. She traveled for a year with next to nothing. Keepsakes kept safe by Donna, a full set of make-up, and a cheesy imitation Batgirl costume are all she's added to her meager belongings. It all fits in a single suitcase. With it in tow, she sets out to find a handful of people.

She wants there to be no misunderstanding upon her departure. This isn't good-bye. This is business.

Ivy Town University

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It's a cold, drizzly Autumn day in Ivy Town, so Chronos doesn't look particularly out of place in a trenchcoat and wide-brimmed hat. It doesn't make him more comfortable, though. Coming here was stupid. Rainbow Raider stupid. Bug-Eyed Bandit stupid.

But he had to see.

The makeshift memorial outside the physics departmetn is overflowing with flowers and phtographs of the diminutive hero. A lot of people loved him -- especially his students. "Hell," though Chronos. "Even I don't hate the guy. I mean, not like that."

His earlier exuberance at the news of Palmer's death had faded, having been replaced with a couple grudging truths.

The first was that, although the two of them had sparred with each other more than anyone else, he had never managed to really hurt Palmer. No, the only one who had ever managed that was Loring. The tell-all biography, murdering the Dibny chick, and now ... Well, now he wasn't sure.

The second thing he realized was that he was going to be the other prime suspect. They'd come after him on principle. ... and Deathstroke makes it worse. If his actions compromise the Society, turning himself in to the Justice League would look prefferable. He didn't think they could protect him, though.

The last thing he realized was that something seemed wrong. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was out of whack. But sometimes his sense of when things happened was ... off.

It's daylight. There's a couple dozen students around, paying respects. Whole bunch are cute co-eds.

"Wonder how many Palmer banged?" he mumbled, under his breath. "I mean there's altruistic and then there's just plain stupid."