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reducing-ray.livejournal.com

As it turns out, the Attorney General wasn't eager to prosecute a Justice League member who'd been declared dead for the murder of an escaped psychopath whom, by all accounts, was already dying. Add in the fact that there's no actual body, and the only reason Ray Palmer's in jail at all is that he waived bail.

So the government did the only thing it could do: Put him in the most minimal-security prison they could find until discovery's finished and his legal status is resolved. The place is ridiculous. He could walk out, grab a beer and come back and no one would care.

His lawyers say he'd be released to his own custody if they'd let him, and even if he fights to be prosecuted tooth and nail, he's not going to be here more than a week.

Palmer sighs. He's trying to do the right thing here. The system's not making it easier.

But it's visiting hours, and the guards say someone's here to see him.

jla-villains.livejournal.com

Ray Palmer's been freed, but the Justice League and their allies are now faced with both a dying and homicidal Enchantress, and a Chronos from somewhere further in the future that seems Hell bent on trapping everyone where they are in order to prevent some future event -- training his first sneak attack on the Cosmic Treadmill that helped bring them to this dimension between time.

"The Witch Queen will be destroyed before she rises ... Ray Palmer will never live to lead the Justice Battalion."

In a swift succession he trains his ray on Firestorm and Joto.

"The future begins here."

reducing-ray.livejournal.com

Sometimes, when he's in the midst of working, he understands why Ray Palmer developed the ability to change size. It wasn't to fight crime, it was to get down to a decent size to work on nanocircuits. Which is what he's doing.

It turned out to be quicker to salvage parts and rebuild the chronometric tracker than it was to repair it, so that's what he did. And most of the data's been restored ... enough to get a fix on Dr. Palmer's coordinates. At least he thinks so. No time to really experiment, although the diagnostics are all checking out.

Don't be the guy to strand half the JLA in another dimension, Choi," he says to himself as he rockets up to six inches again and takes one more look at the cosmic treadmills. He's got two of them here -- the only two extant -- and it only took him a moment to realize that the old Flash was just as much a genius as Ray Palmer. Because, wow.

The Dibnys and that Stranger dude will be back soon, and some of the JLA are going with them for support. Now if only the knot in his stomach would go away. He should be ecstatic, but instead, he's overwhelmed with the urge to not blow it.

reducing-ray.livejournal.com

There are some things anyone that's been in the JLA for five minutes figure out: One of those is stay the hell out of the way when the Atom's in the lab. Evidently, that comes with the costume, because from the moment Ryan Choi set foot in it, it was his.

Boy's driven ... and manic, bouncing around the facility deconstructing Chronos' tools, canibalizing a spectrometer that Steel had left behind, fiddling with spare parts from the cosmic treadmill that the Flash had left up there. Bits of Thanagarian, Rannian and even New Genesis equipment are examined and, if deemed useful, cobbled into his bizarre device.

"I need a machine that traces time as a particle," he says absently, to no one in particular. "That traces time as a partical and tracks it to an exact point of reference. There's no such thing."

He stops, and breathes.

"OK. You're the Atom. Make there be such a thing."

And then he's back to fidgeting ... calculating ... building.

mari-grayson.livejournal.com

There is no moment of silence, when so many are gathered to discuss the state of the multiverse, but there comes a time when the conversation is not quite so noisy. Nightstar flies above the heads of the attendees, landing before a draped painting. Judging by the size, the attendees may wonder if the hidden work is a lifesized portrait, but of who? Those most familiar with the Dreaming, and the Endless, may think of the paintings lining Dream's gallery, and what they are used for.

"Excuse me," Nightstar says politely, waiting until all (or at least most) have focused their attention on her. "Dream said that he would be willing to let you all have glimpses in the dreams of those who dwell in the multiverse. I'm afraid you won't be allowed to make any requests, and the glimpses may not last very long." She smiles ruefully. "I also don't know how much use you'll get out of what you see, but ... 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....

reducing-ray.livejournal.com

Ray Palmer's death is hovering over the Watchtower ... inescapable, permeating the halls with a lingering chill.

Joto could almost feel it when he teleported up from Ivy Town. And it's not hard to understand why ... in one room, Brainiac 5 and Dr. Mid-Nite are performing an autopsy on Ray's body, while Ralph and Ryan watch on and discuss clues, while in another, Firestorm and the Martian Manhunter were interrogating Chronos, at least until Chronos had a nervous breakdown that cut things short.

Now it's time for them to talk, to piece the puzzle of the investigation together. To figure out how the man who helped make him who he is died.

Joto heads to the conference room and waits. He can't bring himself to sit at the JLA's roundtable, though. Instead, he finds himself standing, examing photos on the wall. Mementoes of old missions.

Ray Palmer's in a bunch of them, sitting on Hawkman or the Flash's shoulder. It seems like a long time ago.

jla-villains.livejournal.com

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."

midnite-md.livejournal.com

The Atom has been found dead. An apparent suicide.

This news has cast a pall over the Watchtower. Ray Palmer was a well-respected, much-beloved friend to most everyone in the Justice League, and one of their most dependable, capable members. Which makes it all the more important to discover the real truth behind what has happened here.

Dr. Mid-Nite had been planning to take a much-needed respite from cape business, but this was a calling he would not dream of ducking. After losing Secret, and now Dr. Palmer... there's a sense of dread he knows he cannot run from.

The most curious circumstance is that, while most evidence points to Dr. Palmer being distraught, profoundly affected by the corruption and insanity of the love of his life, Jean Loring, and thus perhaps predisposed to this sort of rash action... things are not adding up.

"No signs of any sort of struggle."

lexcorp-media.livejournal.com

Shocking news tonight as sources at Ivy Town University confirm that renowned physicist Dr. Ray Palmer, best known as the size-changing superhero The Atom, died Friday night in his Ivy Town home. Police declined to comment on the matter, citing an ongoing investigation. As a member of the Justice League of America, Dr. Palmer had many enemies, most famously the villains Chronos, The Bug-Eyed Bandit, The Floronic Man and I.Q.

The scientist-turned-hero last made the news with the institutionalization of his ex-wife, Jean Loring, who was implicated in the alleged homicide of of Justice League member Susan Dibny. (Dibny was later revealed to be alive under undisclosed circumstances.) Loring reportedly has escaped from Arkham's Asylum for the Criminally Insane in Gotham City. Members of the Justice League were unavailable for comment.

In a statement, Ivy Town University's Dean Mayland said, "Dr. Palmer's loss is a tragedy for the scientific community. There were few minds of his caliber, anywhere on Earth. He was truly a giant. He'll be missed."

Dr. Palmer left no surviving family. A lawyer representing Dr. Palmer's estate said that a memorial service was in the process of being scheduled, and that announcements would be forthcoming. By the terms of his will, legal guardianship of all Dr. Palmer's patents, notes and scientific equipment has been explicitly granted to the Justice League. ...

reducing-ray.livejournal.com

I shouldn't be wearing the suit, thinks Ryan Choi as he prepares to be beamed up to the Watchtower. It's disrespectful.

The news came to him quick, and he nearly collapsed under the weight of it. Ray Palmer had been his hero since he was a child ... and had honored him greatly by choosing him as his successor. But now, it felt like he was wearing his dad's suit -- metaphorically speaking -- and it didn't fit right. It was too big on him. Even with the alterations the science staff at Ivy Town had made, it still felt like Ray was looking down at him, and finding him wanting. He's not The Atom. Not yet.

He looks to his right and left at the transfer station -- Isaiah Crockett, the former Teen Titan known as Joto, and Ronnie Raymond, the former Justice Leaguer known as Firestorm. Both former teammates of Ray's, now both his students at Ivy Town University. He feels like a fraud.

And as the teleporter activates, transporting them to the Watchtower, all Ryan can think is I can't believe Ray's gone, followed fleetingly by I can't believe I'm going to the moon.

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It took him all of about 30 seconds to figure out the "alien invasion" was a good-natured ruse, but he was having none of it. He slipped out in all the confusion -- not being seen? Easy when you can shrink down to microscopic size.

Home now, and he's on the couch, watching Comedy Central and not laughing. The house is dark save the luminesence of the TV screen, and the rain outside has finally stopped. He feels ... blank. Like he's used up any emotion he has to give.

"Is that why you couldn't do it? Couldn't slit my throat in cold blood?" she says from the shadows.

"You wouldn't have died. It would have freed you. It would ..."

"It would have damned you. I guess your own soul means more to you than mine. Not that I care. I'm happy the way I am."

"You're sick. You need help."

"Is that what I need, lover?"

The television screen blinks out, and there is a shuffling, a struggle. There is a slice of a knife, and a scream. There is a gasp, and then a creak of a rope.

There are small deaths in the dark, and then there is silence.

jla-extras.livejournal.com

Detective Cole Branden has seen some weird things in his day -- aliens, supervillains, the laws of physics bent beyond the telling. But nothing he's done has made him as nervous as this.

It took almost an hour to get a direct line. The Feds don't like to tell local authorities how to get ahold of the men on the moon. But eventually, they caved. It would have been easier if he could just have told them what was up, but he couldn't ... not yet. He owed the man that much.

"Hell," he says under his breath as the number dials. "I owe the man way more than that."

He takes a sip of his coffee, and dials the number.

Idly, he wonders how much it costs to call the moon.

dr-black-light.livejournal.com

As the Canary rounds a corner into a larger hallway, leading to the main monitor room, she feels a sharp, hard knee right into her abdomen, followed by a textbook ipponzei throw that sends her onto her back.

As the heroes whip around, they can see a shape materializing roughly 20 feet down the hallway.

The man that started all this mess.

However, he looks different. He's clean - shaven. He's wearing a different version of his long-standing costume. No fin helmet. The material of the costume is tougher looking, more combat ready.

But it's the eyes. The eyes that show no surprise over their arrival. In fact, there's a sense of familiarity in them.

This was what he wanted. This is what they wanted.

Be careful what you wish for.

"Long day?" Light says, smiling.

jla-extras.livejournal.com

Green Arrow strides into the control room.

I've got information on where Light is, and what we have to do to find him. We need Zee or another mystic. If we get there quick enough, maybe we can beat the cure for the plague out of him before anyone else dies.

People, let's move. We can end this thing.

jla-extras.livejournal.com

On the moon, in the sanctum of the World's Greatest Heroes - an alarm sounds.

"Unauthorized activation of JLA Transporters!" announces a mechanical voice, as the klaxons blare.

Current Mood: amused

kingofbrain.livejournal.com

(This scene is a continuation of events from this scene.)

When Brainwave appeared, it was like something out of Beirut, or Iraq.

Or Kahndaq.

He knew the television feed went down, but there were dozens of reports at a "safe distance" away, still scribbling furiously.

And a warehouse was on fire and no one was doing anything about it.

He reached out. This entire area had Mr. Mind's psychic stench all over it, but it was so pervasive that he wasn't sure if there was current mind control or not, or if Psimon was still in the vicinity.

No doubt, he needed some assistance. He looks around, and notices a red-hooded figure. He recognizes her as Omen, the Titans resident telepath.

And she looks...intent.

Trying to be as subtle as possible, Brainwave attempts to find what exactly is going on.

lexcorp-media.livejournal.com

...as the crisis of "Degeneration Y' happens across America. Riots have now begun to break out in several of the afflicted cities, including Gotham City, New York City, Star City, Coast City, Los Angeles and Opal City. These challenges are being met by the various heroes that are headquartered in those cities, as we see a mob of people trying to loot a drugstore being stopped by Opal City's own Starman. The worst of the rioting has been found in New York City, but the Justice Society is on the scene there no...

....I apologize, I was just handed something. There's an incident currently involving metahuman activity in upstate New Jersey that we are trying to get more details on as we speak...

reducing-ray.livejournal.com

The meeting ends, and Ray's focus returns to his computer simulations of the virus, examining them from every angle, how they replicate. Looking for a weakness.

He knows damn well he's not going to find one. It weighs on him. So does Jean. But he's a good enough scientist to know when he needs a second opinion, and Faust's was hardly what he would call reliable.

So instead, he's turning to someone who hates his wife ... ex-wife ... with a fiery passion.

Like that's unusual in this crowd right now ...

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.

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..."

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"Suicide Notes" -- Epilouge One

Intraspace -- The "Suicide Notes" finale!

The Watchtower

Watchtower Lab

Ἀποκάλυψις - The Lifting of the Veil

The Watchtower

Ivy Town University

The Autopsy of Ray Palmer.

Word Had To Get Out Eventually ...

The Investigation Continues ....

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Ivy Town PD contacts the Justice League

Cry for Justice - The Conclusion

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