young_swimmer:

Cait sighed and followed Pippi into yet another store. Silently she wondered how many stores they were going to go into. Cait had a momentary lapse in sanity when she agreed to go shopping with Pippi and didn't know it was going to be an all day thing. She had honestly thought it was going to take an hour or two, not six...going on seven.

She opened her water bottle and took a long drink.

cantkeepmeout:

Robin decides to do one last sweep of the neighbourhood he's in before calling it a night. It's been pretty quiet, especially given that this isn't exactly one of the nicer neighbourhoods, and it's looking like he'll wrap up patrol early.

For fun he does a double flip to land on the next roof and is about to take off at a run to try and do the same for his next jump when he stops in his tracks, and stares at the bleeding figure on the rooftop for a long moment.

Was that?

No. Oh no.

And Robin takes off at a mad dash.

young_swimmer:

Cait left a small wrapped package on the kitchen table. There was a card with Dinah's name on it. Inside was a silver bracelet with the Serenity Prayer on it. Inside the card was a gift card to her favorite electronics store and both gifts were from Cait and Ty.

loveontherocks:

Heather still couldn't believe the article in the Tribune's Arts and Entertainment section. "Local artist Heather Collins... first gallery... works entirely in crystal... metahuman art scene... gallery opens tonight... guest list is expected to include Cynthia Lord, daughter of... famous escape artist and charity advocate Avia Free... local celebrity actor..."

She took a couple of deep breaths, despite the fact that the action did precious little other than to circulate some air through her crystaline body. She was definitely going to have to call her parents after this. Opal wasn't exactly in the same broadcast range as Chicago, but... well, it was a city with a pretty strong interest in the arts. Something like this might make it into the news cycle.

She couldn't blame Cindy for setting this up. The thought of people coming to see something she'd created had already done wonders for her self confidence. And Cindy, being the person that she was with the connections that she had, had been more than good at getting some publicity, and had been good for inviting those nice Justice League people, even if they were coming in their secret identities.

Another deep breath, and Heather left the back room, heading back out into the gallery itself. There were seven large statues in the show, representing the Entities. There were smaller statues too, of varying sizes, mostly of fantasy figures, though one marked "Raging Goddess" was a special commission that was already carrying a "sold" tag. Not her first paid project, but certainly the one she'd been paid the most for. Quite the satisfied customer there.

"Alright," she said, checking her watch. "Twenty minutes to open."

whydowescream:

Jay was in class; Ruth wasn't, and she found herself with nothing to do but worry about other people. Like Max, who'd barely set foot out of his lab lately. So Ruth went and got enough hotdogs for the both of them.

She knocked on the door of the lab.

crossbow_bat:

Huntress opened her eyes and blinked. The first thing that registered was that one side of her face was lying on the rough surface of a rooftop. Her head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. She had the mother of all headaches.

She groaned and pulled herself up into a sitting position. What the hell happened? They had been chasing the woman who had appeared with the others to attack the YJLA. There was a flash of bright light and the next thing Huntress knew she was waking up here.

"Uuuuggggh," she groaned. It hurt to move.

greenwillpower:

Jess wasn't one to share what she really thought about things. She just kept a brave and stubborn face because she thought if she pushed herself long and hard enough that it would all become true. Of course that still didn't change her waking up freaked out in the middle of the night from a nightmare.

She stumbled in the dark to the kitchen intending on getting a drink to calm her nerves. But as she was getting the juice the worst thing happened.

Big. Hairy. Spider.

She squeaked and dropped both the juice and the cup scrambling backwards.

Oh for crying out loud. It's just a spider. That she can't let near her. It's obviously evil.

brightestknight:

Lee had been back at the JSA Brownstone for a while now and had seen almost everyone there at least once. Though for some reason he had kept on missing seeing Iris while he was there. But he figured that he had to bump into her eventually.

Lee had a thing of jiffy pop on hand that he was going to cook himself while he watched a movie but he hadn’t figured out what he wanted to watch yet.

angryarcher:

Sam was in Gotham City tracking down a lead from some gunrunning that he had come across back in Star City. Sam had to say Gotham was kind of a depressing place in his opinion. Still he was doing a pretty good job trailing this guy. It looked like the guy was heading into a warehouse.

After the guy went into the building Sam started scouting the place out not wanting to get caught off guard about anything if he could help it.

semievilgenius:
 Max was in his lab, as was often the case. It wasn't that he was antisocial, there was just little of interest to him beyond the room. He didn't dislike his teammates, but honestly didn't really understand them either. So, in his mind, staying where he was was probably the best call.

seasiren:

Ash had finished her studies for the day and had been working on fixing herself a meal. She was also adding things to the shopping list she saw they were running low on. With that done she turned back to cooking food. It was going to be tasty once it was done.

Still looked like she needed more than mushrooms, onions, and squash. "Maybe I need carrots."

Or she could just give up and eat what she has now. It's not that big of a deal.

crossbow_bat:

Maria hadn't felt well when she went to bed and this morning she felt a hundred times worse. Last night she was achy, this morning she was achy plus it felt like someone had wrapped a towel around her head. Her nose was stuffed and she could feel the sinus pressure. She shivered when she climbed out of bed and added a fever to the list of complaints. She put on her fuzzy slippers and fuzzy robe to seek out some java heaven.

She trudged her way downstairs for some coffee and was immediately told to go back to bed by Bruce. She didn't of course. The couch in the living room was just as comfortable, if not more, as her bed. Not to mention she had a huge library of movies to watch.

Tea and toast were brought to her along with a down comforter. She curled up on the couch and mindlessly watched daytime talk shows. She slept on and off all day and when the light outside was dimming she remembered that tonight she was supposed to out with Jon. She grabbed her cell and called him. There was no way she was going to be able to move from the couch.

bwa_ha_ha:

"Okay, seriously?" Dinah asked.  "We've been teammates for how long now, and this is the first time?"

She set the board in-between the two of them, laying out pieces. 

"Why the sudden urge to play chess?  And why me?  I always thought me and Ri kinda bugged ya."

in_reserve:

Finally Chicago had enough snow to actually use for some fun. Deciding to have a bit of fun for once, Harry teleports up to the roof (more privacy from the general public) for a change of scenery. He's there for a bit, starting on a superhero snowman when he wonders if he should get some of the others to come join in, maybe for a good old fashioned snowball fight. He makes a snowball just to test out the snow and picks an easy target to lob it at, the door to the rooftop.

Unfortunately his snowball gets there just as the door opens.

young_swimmer:

Cait slipped her hand in Ty's as they exited the building where they lived. The San Francisco night air was cool and a blanket of fog had settled over the city. The streets were mostly empty despite the early hour. People were home with their friends and loved one as was typical on Christmas Eve.

Tonight was set aside for time with Ty. Tomorrow there would be time to spend with her family (not looking forward to Arthur and Ty being in close quarters) and the Titans. Tonight it was the time for a Christmas tradition. The Ice Princess had to be save from the Ice Dragon by her dashing Knight.

"I'm glad we get to do this," Cait said. Being dead last year made it a little difficult to do last year. Cait couldn't express in words how glad she was that they could do this and what it meant to her.

boosted_gold:

Riley stirred, laying on his side, face buried in his lover's hair. Something wasn't right though.. he felt hazy, and the hair smelled faintly of... salt? His eyes opened slowly, his field of vision filled with blue.

crossbow_bat:

It was Sunday and that meant that Maria didn't have to work at Wayne Enterprises and she even had the day off from dancing. She would go out on patrol at night, but while the sun was up she didn't have much to do. Winter had hit Gotham in full force and the temperature was barely into double digits so Maria was in sweats, heavy socks and had her hands wrapped around a mug of hot chocolate.

She was curled up on the couch watching the football game. Her cell was handy just in case something came up.

brightestknight:

Lee arrived at the Brownstone. He had been away for a while visiting Uncle Greg at his ranch. Greg wasn't really his uncle but his dad and him were really close. It had been a really nice trip and he had gotten to ride horses every day he was there. Something he didn't get to do to much of in the city.

His sword was on his back as he opened up the front doors and walked inside he had hoped to do some training while he was there.

greatest_zatara:

"So how have the practice tips I gave you been working out?" Zach asks his new assistant and pupil, scooping some toppings onto his cup of frozen yogurt. He'd decided to surprise her with treating her to Sixteen Handles.

loveontherocks:

The New Guardians' home was big enough that Heather had been afforded a room to use for her art projects, something that she threw herself into whenever possible in order to distract herself from the mess that her life had become.

She liked her new friends, certainly. She hadn't had many before, being too introverted for her own good. And they were good people, but none of them had changed as drastically as she had. As supportive as they had been, they couldn't understand, not really.

The little moments that filled up a person's day, things like eating, brushing their teeth, using the toilet... She didn't do any of those little things anymore. Her sense of smell and taste was gone, or nearly so. Her sense of touch diminished, different. Everything that had been flesh replaced by sapphire crystal. Even her hair wasn't really hair, but some kind of finely spun crystal too. No internal organs, not if it had been believed when she'd been blasted on the Manhunter world. Crystal has slowly regrown itself, repairing what damage had been done. She didn't even breathe, though she somehow was able to still talk (how, she had no idea. She was an art major, no a biologist. Though what she probably really needed to be right now was a mineralogist.).

But the one thing she did enjoy... was her ability to spin crystal. She'd always poured her heart and soul into her art, made love to the clay, as they said, but now... now it was the purest extension of herself that it could possibly be. Every thought made into violet crystal, crystal which moved and responded to her very thoughts.

She moved her fingers slightly as she willed the crystal into being, one of a series of sculptures. The last of seven. A bull, a snake, a bug, a whale, a bird, a cephalopod, and now, some kind of predatory animal rounding out the set, each intertwined with a human figure in some fashion. A barbarian slaughtering the bull, a fat man grasping the snake, a skeleton with the bug on its head, a man like a green statue with the whale obscuring his manhood, a nun bowed in prayer under the bird's wingspan, a tribal looking woman cradling the cephalopod, and an amazonian woman fearful in the beast's grasp.

"...Face it, Heather," she said to herself, "you put these in that show Cindy's getting you, and people will call you one of those mad artists."

cantkeepmeout:

Robin leans back on his hands to wait for a certain thief to arrive so they could start the competition. Perched on the edge of the roof of the Gotham Museum of Art, he lets his legs dangle over the edge while he waits. He's already checked the message a few times but does so once more before tucking it back into his belt, Art Museum roof 1am Tuesday. This could easily be a trap but he doubts it, because honestly the museum roof was not exactly the best place for an ambush and it wasn't her style.

A slow smile creeps over his face as he hears someone approach from behind.

dc_holiday:

There's a piece of paper and a pen attached to a bulletin board. Across the top is written:

New Year's Resolutions
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Anonymous Entries Accepted

dc_holiday:

Not everyone was a member of a team, but it didn't mean they were alone. They had friends and family they would visit on this holiday. It could mean celebrating with one other person or it could mean celebrating with a group of people.

Despite the type of celebration the reasons were the same. People came together to celebrate in the season of joy and peace. They celebrated by exchanging gifts and being together.

dc_holiday:

It was the season of joy and togetherness and this year faces that had been missing last year had returned. It was a time to celebrate and a time to enjoy the company of friends and loved ones. Decorations and lights gave the atmosphere a festive spirit and the Outsiders would come together to celebrate.

dc_holiday:

The Brownstone was decorated to the hilt and there was definitely a festive spirit in the air. Presents were piled up under the large decorated tree. Mistletoe was placed in strategic places and lights twinkled and shined. It was the season of joy and togetherness and this year faces that had been missing last year had returned. It was a time to celebrate and a time to enjoy the company of friends and loved ones.

The Justice Society, former members and current, came together for the holiday to renew ties and friendships.

dc_holiday:

They were the newest team to form, but it wouldn't stop them from celebrating the holidays The headquarters of the New Guardians was decorated to the hilt. A large tree had been decorated and presents had been placed under it. Holly decorated the halls and mistletoe was placed in strategic places. Lights twinkled and shined brightly. It was the season of joy and togetherness and this year faces that had been missing last year had returned. It was a time to celebrate and a time to enjoy the company of friends and loved ones.

Snow had fallen on Christmas Eve blanketing the city of Chicago and gave the city a festive air. Despite the cold weather and snow the people were out and celebrating the holiday.

dc_holiday:

Titans' Tower was decorated to the hilt. A large tree had been decorated and presents had been placed under it. Holly decorated the halls and mistletoe was placed in strategic places. It was the season of joy and togetherness and this year faces that had been missing last year had returned. It was a time to celebrate and a time to enjoy the company of friends and loved ones.

San Francisco wasn't known to get much snow, if any, but this year the grounds were blanketed in snow and ice statues and snowmen dotted the grounds. The trees were decorated with lights and there was a festive spirit in the air.

dc_holiday:

Former members, current members and everyone else they knew were invited to gather, exchange gifts and celebrate the season of peace and goodwill at the Justice League headquarters.

The headquarters were decorated to the hilt. A large tree had been decorated and presents had been placed under it. Holly decorated the halls and mistletoe was placed in strategic places. It was the season of joy and togetherness and this year faces that had been missing last year had returned. It was a time to celebrate and a time to enjoy the company of friends and loved ones.

outfoxing:

She's relaxing in one of her hidey holes she has set up around Gotham. It's been a few nights since she an Robin had gotten into that fight. She was still rather sore over some of the things he had said to her.

And sore for other reasons really. She wouldn't disclose that to anyone. But she had redeemed herself just last night. For her own good she was laying low. That meant eating pizza and relaxing with some movies. She found herself very distracted because well she did have a weakness for bad horror movies and these were rather fantastic.

Also bad but that was part of the point. Little did she suspect she was about to have a visitor to her little safe haven.

outfoxing:

This wasn't really up to her standards when it came to heists. And it wasn't a real heist. It was just that her employer needed her to get some things to trade on the black market for the cold hard cash he needed to get his little war started soon. He wanted to get Gotham back to being so dirty Detroit would look like it was clean. The metaphor was lost on someone like her who had spent much of her life in Europe and the Middle East.

She misses the desert on nights like these. She had thirty minutes until the security came around to check the vault. She had just enough time to get in and out.


In ten minutes she had gotten her prize and was quickly sailing over roof tops and around ally ways tearing like mad away from a successful job. This haul should please her Boss because it yielded a high pay out for them.


And now she senses trouble.