No invasion, but there's pie

[jla-extras.livejournal.com]

The heroes continue to arrive and partake in the Thanksgiving feast, with varying degrees of relief that the "alien invasion" was merely a ruse.

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[kidflash2.livejournal.com]

Bart's there, allright - and extra-hungry, having spent hours at super-speed just recently helping to partially reconstruct the Alcatraz facility to hold the escaped supervillains his Titan team-mates were subduing.

Even the normally sleep-inducing turkey can't slow him down.

[starfire-kory.livejournal.com]

"I still think they should have simply invited us," grumbles Starfire, adding more stuffing to her plate.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wondergirl_/]

"So, I'm taking a wild little guess here and saying that the only emergency there actually is has to do with an overabundance of food." Cassie raises an eyebrow as she arrives.

[starfire-kory.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Starfire looks only mildly peevish at this point. "But it is delicious food."

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

Grant has managed to wolf down one plate and is saving room for dessert. He'd considered seconds, but indigestion isn't high on his list of holiday traditions. Mar'i, meanwhile, seems to be in the mood for chocolate - the more, the better.

Thus, he sits down next to Cassie, across from Mar'i now, his foot bumping against the Tamaranean's under the table. "Well, I think someone managed to get the last slice, but I got you this instead," Grant says, passing a plate of chocolate silk pie to Nightstar, then reaches for his own dessert.

"Happy Thanksgiving," he says, grinning over at Wonder Girl.

[boy-of-steel.livejournal.com]

Thanksgiving with Ma and Pa had to be put on hold. Whatever this was, between the viral outbreak, Greta's death, and missing out on Ma's strawberry pie, someone was in for a world of hurt.

Kon was kind of hoping this was an Apokalips thing. He owed that big monkey Kalibak. He stepped out of the teleporters, cracking his knuckles.

[kidflash2.livejournal.com]

Bart's there to greet Kon. He's holding a turkey drumstick in one hand, and a soda in the other. "Hey, Kon!" he manages, between bites. "No invasion, just food. Lots of food."

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

Taking a biiiig sip of his newly found can of Zesti, he staves off his tiredness, not having eaten much of his meal at all.

Not that it doesn't taste and smell any good, he just needs a few more moments to shake off the mental cobwebs.

Well, that among other things on his mind.

[alt-minds2.livejournal.com]

Aurora alternates between being at his side and in the kitchen, helping out Ma. Everyone's eating, everyone's celebrating the end of this latest crazy man's revenge plot.

"Everyone here seems so relaxed, considering what just happened."

[blind-will.livejournal.com]

Travis finally gets back from his Tara-assisted disappearing act, dry, in clean clothes, and a little less stumbly. If only a little. Appetite seems to be no problem, given that Tara seems to just keep bringing him more food, almost as if he were one of the speedsters.

[straight-arrow.livejournal.com]

Green Arrow comes up behind him.

How long you been running on green-juice, kid?

[http://users.livejournal.com/_man_of_steel_/]

He got up there and was immediately told that there was no invasion - only turkey. and pie. Although he wished he had known that beforehand (he would have brought Lois and Jonathan), he decided to stay for just a little while, see who was around.

So he enters the banquet hall. Man, he hadn't smelled anything that good since...well, Martha Kent's classic bird a couple hours ago.

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

The Titans are fabled for their seemingly limitless appetites and to make matters worse, their ranks have swelled in the last few months. Whoever was in charge of coordinating this rather impressive feast must have been aware of this fact, because at least one of the young heroes has had his fill.

Fully satiated, Grant and Mar'i have excused themselves from the dining area and are headed toward an airlock, Emerson's arm wrapped around the Tamaranean's waist. Mar'i had asked him earlier if he would like to take a walk with her on the moon's surface - he would have been a fool to turn her down.

Although he isn't intimately familiar with the place, Grant seems to have been able to find his way around without much trouble, despite the fact that his attention seems almost wholly focused on the young woman at his side. Thus, when he collides headlong with a rather large, blue halfwall, almost sending him down to the deck, he's a little on the surprised side.

"Who put this..." Damage looks up then, eyes wide. "...here...?"

[elfinlantern.livejournal.com]

When he's free for a few seconds, Arisia does her best to wrap her arms around him tightly.

She's missed him too and while she's had a moment to talk with Diana, she hasn't had much change to speak with Kal-El.

[starfire-kory.livejournal.com]

Starfire smiles nostalgically as she watches Mar'i and Grant leave, then she nods respectfully at Superman, raising a hand to beckon him over.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_man_of_steel_/]

He's got pie.

With ice cream.

And, of course, a tall glass of milk.

The look on Bart's face when he snatched that last piece was priceless. That'll teach him to let his guard down.

He smiles and sits down. "How are you?"

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Nightwing watches the Titans from the sidelines. His usually sociable nature seems to be taking a back seat today - for several reasons - not least the one that saw him losing it in front of them during the Alcatraz breakout a couple of weeks earlier. Since then, he's been doing most of the followup briefings via vidlink, and only coming out to the Tower if he absolutely had to. Out of sight, out of mind?

He hopes so.

His plate remains empty.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bird_of_flame_/]

"Hey."

It's the sort of hey that is almost more of a question than anything else. The sort that means, 'I can keep on walking and leave you alone, if you'd prefer that' more than, 'Hi, what's up?'"

[caleb-z.livejournal.com]

Caleb is lost. Totally, utterly, lost. What in the world do they require a fifty-some story tower for, anyway? Still, with his soul-sensing powers it’s not like the feast would be so difficult to find again if he could just find his way back to the elevator, or hell, even to some stairs. Right now, though, he has no idea where he is relative to any of those things. All he knows is he’s by himself, and that he’s fairly lost.

Not without at least some luck, though – there appears to be a JLA communications panel built into the wall just inside one of the rooms.

“Um, pardon me. This is Caleb Zukov of the Outsiders. I, uh … Funny thing, I appear to have gotten a bit turned around on my way back from the lavatory. I’m by what appears to be a sentient room right now. Can anyone tell me how to get back to the party?”

[lanternslight.livejournal.com]

"Sentient room," Hal replies from the other end. "Huh. There's a supercomputer, but that's about it. Let me home in on your signal and I'll be right there."

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

"Troia here. Reporting in. Situation?"

[lanternslight.livejournal.com]

Hal looks up, and presents the young woman at his shoulder.

"Donna. I've got some good news."

[grey-walker.livejournal.com]

His pressing duty done, the Stranger moves towards the spread of food - preparing not one, but two plates. Not that anyone has ever seen him eat.

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

Call her family and check in. Check. Thankfully, Christie was spared all the ugly, but her being 15 now it was a near thing, and her best friend was still in the hospital, but expected to recover. Mark was cool, scared and proud of her for nothing two years in a row, but Mark was like that. Same with the 'Rents, though Dad was less worried about life in general then Ma was. Christie made some bullshit up about being too busy to talk to her. ::sigh:: Well, there's Crystal Strong for you.

Mother hen her boyfriend and get some food in him? Check.

Laugh at the Ollie and the idea of following doctor's orders - all while making a show of NOT freaking at Arrow boss losing a freak'n hand? Check.

Check in with Dinah and Doc Boss? Nope. Not happening. She caught a glimpse of him heading towards the infirmary where Canary was being held. No need to go there and repeat the sins of last year. Nope. No, sir.

Now for the fun part.

"Mia!" Stops and looks her over. "Holy shit, what hit you?"

[speedy-mia.livejournal.com]

"Umm, Connor." Mia touches the bruised side of her face gingerly, "On the other hand he got stiches."