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damage-girl.livejournal.com

The runes are laid out. Everyone is assembled. It's nearing time.

Therese is curled up, barely lucid in a chair but unrestrained. Next to her, Amelia is propped against the wall, not quite standing well herself. They've done something to keep her in a five-foot range of the chair. She's not looking at any of them.

In a corner of the room, Louis has his pet, Crystal, in his lap, as seems to be the usual. He's feeding her almonds piece by piece, and she's giggling. The rest have assemblage of their own, merely waiting for the right thing to happen.

Phillip is near the center of the circle, discussing final mapping with Angela in low tones. He feels the tense and pull of something changing in his enviornment. He lifts his head, smiling. "We have company."

caleb-z.livejournal.com

A heavy, hazing feeling is the first thing Caleb registers when he wakes up. It doesn’t take long for him to remember how he came to be on the floor, though mustering the coherence to get back up doesn’t come quite as quickly.

The first thing his mind actively registers is that his magical sense is rather useless just now. The level of ambient magic is heavy and constant; enough to overshadow all other signatures in the area. The effect is perfect in it’s simplicity: He can’t be certain exactly what he would be drawing in, so he can’t siphon without the risk of harming his teammates.

Well, she doesn’t want us dead, or we wouldn’t still be here. She just wanted us out of the way… but why? … Even money says it’s Corrine. Dear God, I hope I’m not too late!

The sound of the amulet hitting the floor is what first draws his attention to its presence, the feeling of it in his hand having somehow failed to register.

The Al Koyet’s amulet. It was obviously left in his hand on purpose, but why? His senses are akin to useless at the moment, so he doesn’t know why Bird left it with him.
Is he meant to release something inside, or safeguard its prison? And even if he knew what her intentions were, should he abide by them?

If it were dangerous, she wouldn’t have effectively disabled my powers before giving it to me. But I can’t be certain she’s the one who gave it to me… He slides it into his pocket, picks up his gun, and heads into the halls.

First priority is to rally.

amelia-z.livejournal.com

Amelia Zukov used to believe in God.

Well, to be fair, she used to believe in a lot of things that she doesn't anymore, but God's approval rating reached the negatives a while ago. After that stupid meeting, it dive-bombed. If God was ever gonna show his face around this damned place (pun intended), then now would've been it. It didn't have to even be God Himself-- just, y'know, a sign. Maybe a talking sock, or strange, cryptic and life-affirming messages coming from the toaster. Something. Anything!

Nope. Nada. Damnit. She chuckles at that and swivels in her lab chair over to laptop C2. Her hands hover over the keyboard and don't do anything for a moment.

They called her a child prodigy. She skipped two grades and it was only two because they said anything more would stunt her "social development". Uh-huh. Right. She knows she would've made Prom Queen and Valedictorian. She would've graduated, gotten emancipated, gotten the hell away from her parents and probably gone to the same college as Caleb. They'd finish out school for whatever while life happened as it always does, and one day they'd oversee some sort of corporation or something together. Screwing their parents as royally as possible was probably somewhere in that plan. Most of all, though, together they'd establish the stability they never had. The world would be on their terms and no one would be able to kick either of them ever again.

There were apparently different plans in the books, though. Maybe there was a day way back when that Amelia Zukov would've heard the words "celestial prophecy" and been more than happy to step aside to let what must be, be. It could be said that the Amelia of that time vanished completely the day she woke up in Metropolis, starring at her brother and an as-yet-unknown Tara Strong. That wouldn't be true, though. That Amelia vanished when she realized what Caleb had made of his life in her absence.

Amelia sighs. Her hands move swift and determined across the keyboard. She's been making the attempt to be completely distracted by work, for hours. Much like this stupid integration software that keeps erroring on startup, there's a whole lot of failure, and success that's random and brief.

thessaly-ann.livejournal.com

This is the eight night in a row that Ben Gibbons has sat perched on a bench outside Thessaly's apartment, serenading her and promising to love her forever.

Her neighbours are complaining now. How can they sleep with all that ruckus, night after night? Why doesn't she put a stop to it?

Not that they're complaining to her. They may not suspect, but few can bring themselves to raise their voices at Thessaly. There's always something about her that makes them uneasy.

More than Thessaly's presence here, however, is the trace of one far more sinister. One who delights in games, who sees the world as its own chessboard.

A chessboard, though, where everyone's naked and every move only strengthens the orgiastic intensity.

It's a presence familiar in its source. Too similar. Like that of the King of Dreams.

( Judging from the man downstairs, she has little difficulty guessing which sibling this is. The only unknown is why. )

green-shield.livejournal.com

The sun might do Amelia some good, which is why they are there. Second reason they are there is to hopefully find some sort of alchemical whatzit to slow down, cure, or at least keep what's in Amelia's system from mutating into airborne viruses or whatever. Tara has been reading up, but between her experiments for Mia, her real medical degree, and adventuring on two coasts, it hasn't been as in depth of study as she'd like. Even with photographic memory and needing less than an hour to sleep per day, there's still only 24 hours in a day.

So, time for the expert opinion - Tefe - and Zan, who's nature based society might have some insights to offer those here on planet Earth.

"So, how is everyone this morning?"

kingofbrain.livejournal.com

Brainwave had the monitor shift preceding the team meeting - Chimp had actually left the complex (sucker's odds that it involved a fifth of something). Tefe was off being one with nature or something to that effect, although they had talked about dinner after the meeting.

Everyone else...well, it's been an interesting few days. Since she moved in.

Hopefully, that was going to be discussed. Because he's not so sure how good of an idea that is.

Twins were still unreachable - said they needed some time on their own to continue to sort out our world. He understood, but if they were going to be a part of everything, now or never, babe.

As he ruminated, the main console pinged.

Apparently there was a prerecorded transition, priority omega.

That means read me now.

Just press play, I guess...

Current Location: Outsiders HQ

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....

jla-extras.livejournal.com

Midnight. 12AM. 0:00. O Dark Hundred.

Most find themselves in warm beds at this hour, buried deep in hazy slumber. For many, it has been a long, tiring year. Many are weary, but for some, sleep doesn't come.

In the darkness, in the stillness, and sometimes, yes, even in the shadows, there are things still awake and moving. Some are restless. Some are working. Some have nothing better to do.

All things alive or aware, awake or asleep, can feel the blood in their ears at this hour. A new day is coming and the world is waiting for it.

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..."

hotshot1280.livejournal.com

Trevor enters the kitchen with a bag in each hand and sits them on the counter, emptying an assortment of bagels and tubs of cream cheese onto an available plate. One immediately goes into the toaster, and Trevor moves down one appliance, pulling out the vacuum-sealed package of coffee he keeps in his glove compartment for such overnight occasions.

He's not sure how early Sand gets up normally, but given all that wholesomeness, he's pegged Sand as the "early to rise and meet the day" type. Trevor, by contrast, is the "it's not noon yet? Where's the nearest coffee pot?" type, and the kitchen is soon filled with the aroma of coffee. Most of the first pot goes into Trevor's over-sized coffee mug, and he puts more on to brew before taking a seat at the table with his breakfast and today's copy of the Daily Planet to wait for Sand.

damage-girl.livejournal.com

Jesus didn't serve this much food at his shindigs. Corrine starts out celebrating the fact that she's Not Dead [tm] with a 24oz sugar and creamer with a little bit of coffee.

The assortment that followed on to the Brownstone rec room is... eccentric, at best. She looks around. Okay, she can take the plant elemental or whatever she is, she's met the Chimp on previous unpleasant situations, she gets the green fire lady, but she's entirely lost on when aliens got in on this.

Ah, well. Veggie tray and couch, in that order.

monstersociety.livejournal.com

(Continues from this post.)

She stands over the broken, near-lifeless form of Sand Hawkins. It amazed her how much hatred she had for him. How everything had lined up nice and neat. Young and fabulous in his 70's. The girl of his dreams at his side, sipping on a root beer float in a throwback diner.

She thinks of Ray, and how everything ended. Oh yes, today was worth it. She was going to catch HELL from Dr. Light for the amount of overt damage and the number of members of the Society who were down, but she didn't care.

First this time-tossed urchin. Then the pimp demon. Then...

She pauses, sensing something in the air.

Oh good, there was going to be a fight after all.

"Come out, dear, I don't have all day."

Current Mood: pissed off
Current Music: "Call Me When You're Sober" - Evanescence

monstersociety.livejournal.com

(Continued from this post)

The physical host of Psimon had been through the wringer. Thanks to whatever mage on their side had done, he had basically put himself through hell to get even moderate damage. This wouldn't do. Nor would it do that the whole thing has gone to hell, and the only one still standing is Dr. Manhattan.

Time to do something about it, while he still can. He sends an assault on the cerebral cortex of Jean Loring, designed to jumpstart her to consciousness.

With a subliminal message to both restore Psimon's health and to remove that nasty psychic poison spell on Brainwave.

WAKE UP!!!

Current Location: Kenton, DE (aka the warzone)

sand-hawkins.livejournal.com

(The following is a continuance of this scene.)

The battle wasn't going well...but it could be a lot, LOT worse.

The chimp had arrived, and he brought backup - but it sure as heck wasn't the Justice League.

Sand had surveyed the situation. Chimp was on his way to meet with Corrine and Caleb, to add the last ingredient of the potion. Tefe Holland (not sure how SHE got there, but she was a welcome sight) was advancing on where Green Shield and the blue man were fighting it out - and Tara looked like she needed help. The aliens had shifted form - into a werewolf-like creature and an ice construct, apparently - and were about to engage Mammoth and Shimmer.

Meanwhile, Brainwave and Psimon were apparently fighting one another, with neither getting a clear advantage over the other just yet. The witch, Magique, however, had just apparently taken her Megazord form and had laid HARD into Trevor. THERE is where he was needed at the moment.

Sand took a moment to look into the sky almost as if the battle hadn't been fully joined yet.

sand-hawkins.livejournal.com

He had been waiting for over 20 minutes. They were taking their sweet time getting here. Potion had about maybe 15 minutes to go, and it was still short one ingredient. No sign of the Chimp yet, but hopefully he's at least tried to contact and, getting no answer, is calling the cavalry in as we speak.

Then he hears rustling from the woods, behind the house. Figures, they're coming from the wrong direction.

He moves inside - hoping that by doing that, Hotshot and Green Shield, flanking him within the woods from each side, follow parallel. He moves through the house, not even bothering to acknowlege Brainwave.

He gets out the back door when he sees the barn explode in a ball of fire.

guy-lantern.livejournal.com

Roaring across the sky in an emerald 1967 convertible Mustang, Green Lantern Guy Gardner looks over his shoulder as he takes stock of the unconscious alien twins in the back seat. The blue monkey sitting between Guy and Detective Chimp seems fine physically, but it’s clearly agitated.

Guy figures he should probably call ahead…

Via Ring, he patches into the JLA communication band.

"Hey, anyone awake up there in the clubhouse?"

guy-lantern.livejournal.com

The bold light of Emerald streaks across the sky as Green Lantern Guy Gardner surveys the land bellow.
According to his ring, the UFO touched down somewhere in this crappy stretch of dessert. It better be right. He'd been busy ever since his return from OA and stuff kept getting in the way of his personal life. In fact he was about to call the ring a liar and turn around. Then he saw it. Fire, smoke, Cops spazzing out. Then of course the main attraction..

"Hey it's a couple kids and that talking monkey, 'Inspector Bananas'...or whatever."
Looking closer, he also notes a second simian. This one is decidedly azure in color...also wearing clothes.
"Gah... why to people think dressing up their pets is cute?"

Dropping like a stone, Guy freefalls to the site bellow, only to catch himself a scant few feet before hitting the ground.

In a sudden wash of green light, the Twins, Inspector Chimp and Gleek find themselves surrounded by a dome of scintillating green energy.

Floating a few feet up in the air with arms crossed and a cocky smile on his face, the newcomer speaks,
"Let’s make this snappy. You guys come in peace or what?"

onthecase.livejournal.com

Man.

Big mystical battles completely out of his league tended to give him a taste for the really hard stuff.

Still, it's been a long time since he blacked out like that.

He rubs his head... goddamn hangover... and slowly opens his eyes.

Um. Crap. Outside.

By the side of the road.

...apparently in the middle of nowhere.

He sighs and reaches into his pocket to get a cigarette. They always take the edge off his hangovers for some reason.

He also checks his flask. Sure enough, it's empty. Hell. He needs a drink.

He doesn't want one, necessarily, but goddamn if he needs one.

He sits up... slowly... as the edge of the headache is blunted by the niccotine.

That's when he hears the explosions.

It doesn't occur to him how odd it is that strange stuff always seems to happen around him. He's an immortal talking chimp. It just seems to follow him.

On the other hand, it's never fun to deal with exploding strange stuff when you've already got a hangover.

Still, the need to help out outweighs the headache.

Moving as quickly as he can along the deserted road, he heads for the source of the explosions.

Maybe if he helps out, someone will give him a drink.

wondertwin-zan.livejournal.com

Ovon Kelt regarded the twin youths chained and prostrate before him with smug satisfaction. The male of the pair was barely conscious, the scent of his branded and bleeding flesh still whafting in the recirculated air of the slave ship's bridge. The female was kneeling satisfactorily, forehead pressed to the grating of the deck in a proper show of humility, though she trembled with rage over the treatment of her brother. Kelt had found out early on that the best way to secure the obedience of the firey-tempered female was to turn his expertise in torture onto the quieter of the pair.

He'd thought at first to keep the pair for himself -- twin royalty made an attractive matched set, and besides, he fancied the girl for uses beyond display. He hadn't counted on what a handful the dark-haired, point-eared Exoran regents would be, however. The one time his crew had foolishly allowed them close enough to touch, it had been disaster. Since then, Kelt had seen to their discipline himself. The boy was not nearly the trouble he had once been, but the female...

Kelt's smirk widened.

"Very nice, Jayna, but I don't think that you mean it. No, my mind is made up. Your brother has been sold to Karres Hing. I wonder...do you think he'll last in the holding pens long enough to even make it into the blood pits?"

Kelt would have said more, but there was a sudden ruckus from the south lift.

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Entries tagged with zan

The tangled web unweaves.

Outsiders HQ

Insider Outsider.

Loving you is easy 'cause you're terrible... [Potentially NSFW]

Green Shield, in the Conservatory, with the Shovel

Missing the days of anthropomorphic dogs and talking dummies...

Ἀποκάλυψις - The Lifting of the Veil

Midnight Hour

The call to war

(no subject)

JSA Brownstone, mid-morning

Long day's night.

The Main Event (Something Wicked - Part Four)

The Bitch is Back (Something Wicked - Part Three)

Something Wicked (Part Two)

Something wicked this way comes...

Calling the Watchtower

Two Exorians and Three Monkeys

Hangovers are never fun when mixed with explosives:

Escape from Ovon Kelt