Entries tagged with jsa thanksgiving 2005

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In the monitor room of the brownstone

Dinah has brought in plates loaded with food for herself and Pieter, though those plates are now half-emptied. "If you want more of that green bean casserole, I think there's another pan of it left," she tells Pieter. "What about dessert? There's pumpkin pie. Is that vegetarian enough for you?"

Pieter smiles slowly. "Hey, I don't know all the rules yet," she teases him back. "You're going to have to--" She breaks off, frowning. His mouth is open, and she can hear his voice, but it is deeper and slower than it should be. "Pieter?" She leans over to shake his shoulder. No response.

She looks at the monitor images for the brownstone's interior. The figures pictured are not moving. "Light, you bastard," she mutters under her breath, creeping slowly to the monitor door.

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Meanwhile...

The shadows lengthen in a corner of the Brownstone, and then fade after a second, leaving behind a nondescript man in a trenchcoat.

Some know him, some do not, but to all... he is a stranger.

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Thanksgiving Day keeps going

Kip is full. His fridge is full, with leftovers for days packed away. His cat is full because Cake loves giblets and his aunt loves Cake.

After putting away the last of the leftovers, he makes a check of the JLA and JSA connections to be sure everything is quiet - the people on monitor duty would have signalled him if he had been needed anyways - and picks up again the email he received a few days ago. The JSA is having a Thanksgiving meal, and he is invited.

He strokes his chin a moment, then calls the League to see who's on monitor duty.

"Watchtower, this is Orion. Anyone awake up there?"

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Manhattan, the JSA Brownstone

The kitchen of the JSA Brownstone is often the source of delicious smells, thanks to Ma Hunkle's continuous efforts, but today, Thanksgiving Day, she is trying to outdo herself. Three turkeys. A ham. Two different kinds of bread. Eight vegetable dishes (plus of course a tray of raw veggies and dip for folks to nibble on). A dozen pies. Cider. Corn. Cranberry sauce. Gravy. Mashed potatoes.

The guests should be arriving soon. It'll be good to see so many of her friends in one place.

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Meanwhile, on Brownstone monitor duty...

There's an eerie echo to the circumstances.

Two years ago, on this very holiday, Dr. Mid-Nite had volunteered for monitor duty for the express purpose avoiding Dinah Lance, who had casually dumped him when news of Oliver Queen's resurrection came - she'd called him a complication in her life that she needed to get rid of.

His avoidance ploy didn't work then, and she took the opportunity to break his heart further. To essentially tell him that he'd meant nothing to her. That she sends out a "vibe" that causes men to get too attached to her too quickly, and he was apparently just another in a long line of fools.

Pieter Cross is a man who gives friendship easily, but love... is much more complicated for him. It's not something he's even attempted in the two years since.

Now... he's volunteered for monitor duty again, but he didn't make the mistake of telling Alan Scott exactly WHY he's giving up his Thanksgiving cheer and camaraderie this year.

He's avoiding Dinah again. For reasons different, and yet the same. Once again, he doesn't know what to believe with her. Once again, what he feels and what he thinks are diametrically opposed. Once again, he needs to clear his head.

As he reaches up to feed the owl on his shoulder, his eyes flicker over the screens in front of him. He adjusts the bandaging on his chest, wincing slightly at the pain.

At least everyone's here. It's comforting.

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Meanwhile on the JSA Porch

With Canary back Tara was given the all clear to come to the JSA/JLA Thanksgiving. A year ago, she made an excuse not to come home for the holidays. This last year though had been nothing short of a gift from God. Quite possibly a gag gift from God at times. Much of the time, the gift was defending people from what she thought was the impossible and then patching everyone else best she could.

Despite the severe jump-starting of her faith, Greek Gods, demons, the perpetual love polygon she was getting ring side seats for, the insane schedule on two coast that she was subjecting herself to, and having a boyfriend somewhere in the center of the universe this might very well be the best thing that ever happened to her. The Brownstone life - both Queen and JSA - was really was a calling. now she just had to explain it all and inviting the folks to Ma Hunkle's seemed like the best acid test if her folks were going to cope with the calling or not. she'd probably miscalculated somewhere, but too late now.

Hi, Mom. Hi Dad. I know I'm in deep shit. The priest in the Confession booth said as much. Yeah, lighter side of working with pagans and the "different people," I'm back attending Church more than Easter Sunday. Did I mention I'm one of the different people now?

Damn. She missed Travis.