rannsofaraway:

A rocket-pack wearing figure dropped out of the sky, and hoped she was in the right place.  This was the last address Nic and Rex had left, so hopefully she wasn't about to intrude upon someone else.

According to her father, there were things going on near Rann that he didn't want her involved in.  Again.  Never mind she'd been learning at his side since she was a baby.  Never mind that it was her world too.  Never mind that without her, they'd never have been able to stop the unthawed beasts from Rann's prehistoric past.

Nope.  The Hero of Rann had spoken and so she was beamed to Earth.  Money, Earth ID, a place to stay if she wanted it (her father maintained an apartment on Earth for emergencies), everything she could want.  Except for her family.  Not that the space wasn't a complete bad thing.  At least no one here thought of her dad the same way the people of Rann did.  Being the daughter of a planet's greatest hero was not nearly as fun as it sounded.

She removed her helmet and knocked on the door.

warriorwilled:

(Backdated to June 17th)

Rex hasn't been big on birthdays since he was ten years old. Since his father disappeared, every year has just been one more that he hasn't hasn't seen his father. Having Nic around makes things nice, but today, Rex is seriously reconsidering his idea of giving up drinking. An all night bar-craw with one of the few friends he has that ends up in a fight and a night in lock-up.

It sounds like fun, but he can't. His sister needs him.

So, tonight, Rex Stewart starts in on the heavy bag in his home gym, deciding that spending the evening sparring is better than nothing.
 

dc_holiday:

What Makes a Dad

God took the strength of a mountain,
The majesty of a tree,
The warmth of a summer sun,
The calm of a quiet sea,
The generous soul of nature,
The comforting arm of night,
The wisdom of the ages,
The power of the eagle's flight,
The joy of a morning in spring,
The faith of a mustard seed,
The patience of eternity,
The depth of a family need,
Then God combined these qualities,
When there was nothing more to add,
He knew His masterpiece was complete,
And so,

He called it ... Dad

hawkgirl:

Well Rex was still pissed and Mom and Dad were not only still in Egypt but they hadn't even called.  Yay for birthday.  Granted the day wasn't over.  It was only noon, but the fact that Rex had grumbled at her when she tried to communicate with him earlier (and yes, fish for presents) wasn't promising.  She did have some money in her purse so she could, in theory go buy her own presents and cake but Rex had also just gone short of equipping her with a tracking device and after the level of Not Happy he'd been after the whole not coming home-going out then making out with Mickey-finding unconscious guy on the floor situation, she didn't want to push her luck.

And there wasn't even beer in the fridge.

"Stupid fucking birthday," she grumbled before pitching herself onto the couch face first, turning on Cartoon Network before burying her face in the cushions.  This was what sucked about having a summer birthday: parents always gone, brother always busy or annoyed because warm weather and feathers do not mix, school out so no friends.  Nicolette chucked her cell phone to the other side of the room.  It wasn't gonna ring anyway.  "Stupid, stupid fucking birthday."

dc_holiday:

Mothers are the place that we call home.
On them we rest our heads and close our eyes.
There's no one else who grants the same soft peace,
Happiness, contentment, sweet release,
Erasing nighttime tears with lullabies,
Restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom. - Anonymous

handofnabu:

Some days everything goes wrong. First Mark had lost his wallet. Then he had split coffee on his boss. Followed by dripping ink on a new shirt. That wasn't the worse that could happen though.

His toaster oven caught on fire when he went home. Then after that was taken care of Dr Fate had to step in. There was trouble. The details are fuzzy even to Dr Fate himself. But he didn't win the fight,. He was bloody, sore, an innocent bystander had died, and instead of going back to Mark's apartment somehow he ended up in the JSA headquarters.

He had no idea how. He was going to leave when all of the sudden he lost any energy he had and just toppled over crashing into a table right before he slumped onto the floor.

Today things were going to change. He just didn't know it yet on account of passing out on the floor.

ms_miracle:

Hands tied and blindfolded?
In a multi-lock safe barely big enough to fold a person into?
Which is also chained shut?
Which is also hanging in mid-air, by a slowly lowering chain?
Which is lowering it onto a fire already shooting bits of flame into the air?
And swinging like a pendulum?

The tumblers in the locks turned and the door of the safe opened just enough of a crack for gloved hands to work the combination lock of the chains.

The safe kept lowering.  A white-haired dwarf nervously bit his nails and wondered how many of his bones Barda would break if this went badly.  Or how he would explain it to Scott.

The chains slipped free.  A red, gold, and green clad figure, hands still bound, fell out.  The crowd gasped.  Nimble legs wrapped themselves around the safe, still lowering, and with her upside down over the rapidly rising flames.

"C'mon, girl, you can do it..."

Bonds were unworked.  The chain holding the safe up snapped!  At the last possible second, she leapt free, landing perfectly in front of the fire.

She finally removed her blindfold and took a bow to the crowd assembled in Central Park.

"I am definitely picking up good vibrations tonight!" she shouted to the crowd, taking the microphone from Uncle Obie.  "Now, just in case there are any kids in the audience, I want to repeat, Do not, I'm gonna say this again, Do NOT try any of the stunts you've seen here tonight at home.  I'm a highly trained professional.  However, tapes of this and my other escapades are available for purchase, with all profits going to the International Campaign to Ban Landmines.  We are all part of the cosmic harmony and we can all do our part to make the world a better place!

And now, the band you've all come to see, and let me say, they have been most rad about letting me open for them... the one, the only... SCARE TACTICS!"

Avia accepted the bottle of water from Uncle Obie as she headed backstage.  She knew her sister and some of her friends had been in the audience and had rangled them backstages passes.

handofnabu:

It happens to Mark every night. He just doesn't know it yet. He falls into a trance after he is done reading a chapter of a room. He gets up and walks to the shelf at the far side of his study and picks up the Helmet of Nabu.

Then he was no longer Mark Clearwater he was Dr Fate. He had a task to go attend to. He had felt the disturbance earlier this week but hadn't had time to take care of it.

Within minutes he was flying over a city in Louisiana that might be familiar to a certain family. Dr Fate make his rounds over the city finding magical traces all over the place. He puzzles over it as he hovers over a local restaurant several dozen feet in the air. While he is Doctor Fate he is still limited in some ways because his mind has not accepted this path yet so figuring out exactly what is going on is going to take some work for him.

gal_gardner:

Unlike most of New York, Petra loved her job. It wasn't for getting special treatment or anything for being the big boss' daughter, she'd put a stop to that the first time she got a hint of it. It wasn't the tips, although she'd long since established the perfect margin for cleavage, skirt-length, and makeup to maximize them. It was being part of the family business. Daddy had turned one bar into a mounting international franchise of upscale but still family accessible bar-and-restaurants. Interplanetary, actually, considering there was one on Oa as well.

Her job was her pride and joy, waitress or not. That and her collection of boots anyway.

And boy was that about to be tested.

It turns a few heads at first as some brightly dressed individuals enter the place, but it's not so uncommon. Plenty of regulars come in costumes of their favorite heroes and villains, or make their own togs. It's when the occasional use of tech or metahuman powers starts getting noticed that some people start asking for their checks. Soon, the place is emptying out in a slow but noticeable flow of customers.

Then one of the other waitresses, and a waiter as well, both of them rather fetching, get pulled in to sit with them at the large booth they're taking up like a mentally imbalanced football team (bit repetitive there, but still).

Petra scowls, cracks her neck, and strolls over, pulling Tara and Byron out and shooing them off. The air starts to get colder around her.

"Alright guys, your drinks so far are on the house, if you clear out right now. No need for this to get uglier than you sitting down already made it."