[identity profile] lexcorp-media.livejournal.com
The cameraman aims at the cheerful blonde reporter, and the red light is on. "Charles," says the reporter on cue, "I'm here at the Moscone Convention Center, once again the site of the annual Tomorrow's Heroes auction. This year the children's charity theme is San Francisco's resident heroes of today, the Titans."

The camera pans around to show the busy arena, crowded with people wandering around several tables piled high with Titans merchandise. "Titans and collectors from the Bay Area have donated items for this year's auction. The proceeds will be benefitting area charities assisting children in need, including this year's victims of Degeneration Y." The camera returns to the blonde reporter, now joined by a balding, gray-haired Hispanic man in a tux. "Here with me now is Rick Cantu, of Bay Area Memorabilia, whose auction house is running this year's charity. Mr. Cantu, what can you tell us about this year's items?"

Mr. Cantu, obviously at ease in front of the camera, smiles. "Cynthia, we have an astonishing array of Titans-related merchandise available. If your viewers are unable to join us at the Moscone Center, they are welcome to visit our website at w-w-w-dot-bayareamemorabilia-dot-com to review tonight's catalog. And of course your station is being kind enough to provide live coverage of the bidding, and we expect many bidders will be calling the 1-800 number on our website." The URL and phone number appear on the screen. "Starfire has generously provided us with autographed copies of her famous bikini poster--originals, I might add, not reprints. Superboy has donated autographed videogames. Naturally we have a number of action figures both in and out of the box, vintage issues of Hero Beat, lunch boxes from just about every team line-up available, and for those of you looking for holiday gifts, we have some rare Christmas ornaments for sale."

"That's amazing, Mr. Cantu. And I understand there's a very special item to be unveiled during the auction?"

"Oh, yes." Mr. Cantu beams with pride. "Very rare, very collectible. We're most fortunate to have such an item donated, and we expect it to bring in a fine price for the charity." He taps the side of his nose, looking rather like a clean-shaven Santa. "But that's a surprise we're saving for the right time." He nods at the stage at the far end of the room. The curtains have been drawn, but they shift and billow every once in a while, hinting at the busy movements of auction staffers making last-minute preparations.

"We'll be here when those curtains go up," Cynthia promises. She turns back to the camera. "Live from the Moscone Convention Center, I'm Cynthia McAllister. Back to you, Charles."

"And ... we're off air." The cameraman lowers his camera, but Cynthia waves at him. "Keep that in place," she says, looking around at the crowd. "I want some Titans footage, when they get here."
[identity profile] jla-capecon.livejournal.com
In one corner of the dealer's room is the Bat-Booth, dedicated to the urban legend himself, the Batman, overseen by an older man with long straight greasy hair.

Dozens of books about the Batman and related theories are gilded by plush dolls, sketches, and action figures of Batman in a wide range of colors, including a rainbow-striped figure, Bat-dogs, Bat-women, Batmobiles, Robins, Bat-gear (such as Bat-cuffs, batarangs, and shark-repellent batspray), and many other items beyond.

Behind him, in a glass case, is a suit that is labeled as an "Authentic recreation" of the "real Batsuit."
[identity profile] jla-capecon.livejournal.com
The Hermes Ballroom is packed with congoers, some in street clothes, but most in spandex, silk, leather, or the more humble cotton, plastic, and vinyl, in a riot of colors. There are Supermen, Wonder Women, Wonder Girls, Superboys, but the predominant colors are red and yellow, for Flash and Kid Flash.
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
The lobby is now very full: con attendees, con staff snacking on their latest energy bars as they rush around with their walkie-talkies and clipboards, hotel staff circulating with drinks or snacks. The Sundollars coffee shop across from the elevators is doing a brisk business in iced coffees and pastries. The bell captain's desk is another focal point of activity as guests wait for their luggage to be loaded and delivered to their rooms.
[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
All Hell has broken loose as the greatest heroes of World War II, The All-Star-Squadron, battle side by side with their greatest enemies, The Injustice Society, against the menace of Wotan and his mind-controlled lackey, Captain Nazi!

Travelling from mere weeks into the future, an injured Per Degaton has bade the Injustice Society to interfere with Wotan's plans ... plans which will allow him to take control of all Earth's magics and, according to Degaton, grind both America and Germany under his heel, murdering the All-Stars and the Injustice Society in the process!

An uneasy alliance formed, heroes and villains joined forces to bring down the cult of Wotan -- a task made harder by Wotan's mysterious magic amulet, which mutes or totally negates all superpowers in his dungeon lair. While speedsters Flash and Johnny Quick, along with the villainous Shade have maintained at least some of their abilites, the rest have been forced to make do with smarts and fists.

The Gentleman Ghost and Sportsmaster have convinced the younger version of Degaton of the truth of their words, hoping his assistance will turn the tide.

The severely damaged Robotman has engaged Wotan's lackey, but how long cna his resolve hold?

And -- with the wicked wizard distracted by Johnny Quick -- Wotan's amulet is in the Flash's reach.

Can our heroes save the day, or will the world soon fall under Wotan's sway?
[identity profile] doctorfatejsa.livejournal.com
Their power levels sorely reduced, a plan is quickly hatched. The dungeon halls are built in a circular pattern, with several of the passageways leading to Wotan's throne room. There are possibly as many as fifty of Wotan's priests along the way, and if they're armed, not one of the Injustice Society has seen. But then, they're not the most reliable of sources.

The villains go of on their own in one direction, leaving only the Ghost behind. The Ghost encourages the teams split into two, to come at Wotan fromt wo different angles, and Fate concedes that it's a sound plan. Robotman -- crackling nad buzzing from damage -- volunteers to take point against Capt. Nazi.

"Jzzzzzzt until you BZZzzzzZZZZ your powerzzzzzzzz bLKKKK."

He looks determined, but it's hard to wonder how long he'll last, damaged as he is.

"All right then," says Fate ... and for many, it's odd hearing his voice unmuffled. He sounds almost normal. "We take the priests down as they come. Whoever can move forward, move forward. Flash, Johnny -- you two have the best odds of snatching the amulet. We'll try to keep him busy, until then."

He's battered and bruised all over.

"Everone clear on the plan?"
[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
The Gentleman Ghost and the Shade interrupt the battling All-Star Squadron and Injustice Society with a combination of amusement and deadly seriousness.

The heroes and villains, their powers muted by the magics pemeating the dank dungeon, stop their fighting as the Ghost commands their attention.

"I'm afraid, gentlemen, that we don't have much time. As I said before, you are all in deadly danger, and as they're here, it's time to put aside fisticuffs and to reveal to our All-Star Associates the truth of certain matters."

He beckons for the heroes and villains to follow him.

"Come," he says and as he passes into the light it's obvious that he really is even more translucent then normal. "Your comrades are nearby, and it seems that Dr.Mid-Nite has managed to free them from Wotan's bonds. We must gather them and work quickly!"
[identity profile] jla-villains.livejournal.com
After being zapped away from the action in the South Pacific, the heroes awake to discover that they're bound somewhere in iron chains. The walls and floors are cold stone, and the air is chill.

To one side is a battered Dr. Fate, his half-helmet cracked and broken, his body bruised.

Degaton stands in the center of the vast, open chamber and by his side, a foe the All-Star Squadron ahs not seen in some time.

Wotan.

"So. Let's see. Aside from the fact you brought me the wrong Blackhawk, this will do very, very well. Yes. Robot man. Dr. Mid-Nite. The Flash. The new Black Canary."

He walks closer to the bound Shining Knight.

"And Sir Justin, who along with that accursed Pole prevented me from conquering England. Yes. This will do nicely, Degaton."
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
It's blue skies and cool winds in the South Pacific today, hours after the All-Star Squadron meeting, and the Blackhawks are flying high, searching for a Japanese squad that's supposed to be nearby. But there's been no sign of them.

Below, the aircraft carrier floats, its crew at full alert, as the captain awaits some unusual visiting dignitaries ... The All-Star-Squadron!
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
As the chatter dies down, Liberty Belle takes the podium. Even after a couple years of doing this, her breath always catches when she looks out at this assemblage.

"All right, everybody," she says, casting a glance absently at Johnny Quick. "Settle down. According to Black Canary and the JSA. we have a serious problem on our hands. Bulletman, a mystery man from Fawcett City, has been beaten to an inch of his life by Capt. Nazi, who seems to be active on U.S. soil. And to make matters worse, Zatarra's old enemy, The Wizard, stopped Capt. Nazi from finishing the job, and warned us that ... and I'm quoting here ... 'Hell is coming to America.'"

She looks around at their faces ... confusion, concern, uncertainty --- all of that, yes. But also determination, courage. Not a one of them is shaken by this news.

"So the question is," she says. "What do we do?"
[identity profile] jsaboss.livejournal.com
Be it by telephone, shortwave, teletype or means more arcane and best not revealed for fear of our Nazi enemies discovering their existence, the word has gone out to America's greatest heroes that danger is in the air. They know they are needed, and so, gathering at their secret headquarters inside the perisphere, they come to face the danger to the nation. They are ... The All-Star Squadron!

Perisphere
[identity profile] jla-extras.livejournal.com
Last night it was cheers and clinking glasses in the Gotham night. Many feel -- and only history will prove them right or wrong -- that the war is winding down, and some newspapers are predicting Hitler will fall in a matter of months, maybe even weeks.

That might be wishful thinking, though. For even as Hitler grows more desperate, power-mad and paranoid, he and his allies have hatched a plan to strike at America's greatest heroes, The All-Star-Squadron.

But it doesn't start with them...

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