crossbow_bat:

The winter wind had a sharp bite to it and the cold rain made the day that much more miserable. The small canopy set up over the grave site did little ward off the rain. The weather fit Maria's mood perfectly. The graveside service had just wrapped up and the coffin had been lowered into the frozen ground. The other mourners were heading to the warmth of their waiting vehicles.

Maria didn't seem to notice the wind and the cold rain as she stood as still as the many statues that dotted the graveyard. Her mother was dead. Victim of bombing. It happened too close to the breakout at Arkham to be coincidence. Maria knew one of the escapees was responsible, she just had to find out which one.

She stared at the coffin sitting in the ground.

In the back of her mind she knew Bruce and her father were waiting in the car, but she just couldn't move.

brotherkeeper:

Evan had been looking for his brother, who he was positive was off looking for Dinah again. Evan huffed in frustration before plopping down in the weight room. He saw one of the smaller hand-bars and decided to try and lift it. It was heavy, he strained a bit, having to grab it with two hands but started lifting it up and down.

crossbow_bat:

"Drinks are on me tonight," Maria said as she leaned back in the chair after grabbing some pretzels from the bowl in the middle of the table. She needed a night to kick back and relax with some female company. So of course she invited Cat. Cat was one of the few of her female friends who could keep up, probably pass for that matter, Maria in drinks. Not to mention she needed the company of a female who has had some of the same life experiences as Maria. Alina and Dinah were good friends, but they weren't ones to walk on the wild side of life.

madeofgoesfast:

Steven has been counting the days. The paperwork is filed, listing himself as the primary owner of Speedforce Productions, Ltd., with Annie, Jai, Iris, Tess and Cindy as partners. They have the space rented for each of the shoots - this one on a private beach. Everyone among the superheroine crowd that was willing to sign an NDA was invited with an RSVP request so they knew how many swimsuits to design.

Pippi has her own space to handle hair, wardrobe and makeup for the models, with Harry along to help coordinate getting everyone in to see her as adjustments were needed. Jai has the task of helping with setup, extra cameras, following Jo Kent around to shoot interviews while Steven handles the main coordination, and whatever else needs gophering. Jo is their reporter, there to conduct interviews with the models about their neighborhoods, causes important to them, and whatever else they want to discuss to help introduce themselves to the greater universe who often doesn't get to interact with super heroes.

Aside from the main area of beach, there,s a large bin full of beach balls. Tons and tons of beach balls, all of them two or three-colored in the colors of the various super heroines who confirmed they'd be here.

"Alright, when people are ready... I know we had one organizational meeting. But I thought I'd use this opportunity to thank everyone for coming. We're going to do the biggest and most complicated shoot first, and start working out details of the others. We have tentative volunteers, but some of the schedules are still open, and we're very open to shooting in pairs.

Other than the shoot here, consider this a day on the beach, courtesy of Speedforce Productions. After the shoot, we'll bring down food and drinks... there's plenty of water over by Pippi's station in the meanwhile."

young_swimmer:

Cait decided to spend a day or two at the cottage before heading back to San Francisco. She needed a day or two to decompress after spending the past week in Atlantis. Dealing with Arthur was always stressful, this time being no different. Amnesty Bay was the perfect place to decompress and get some peace and quiet.

She walked out of the ocean and pulled the water out of her clothes and hair. She headed for the small cottage at the base of the lighthouse. She opened the door, stepped inside and never saw the blow. Pain spiked at the back of her neck and the world went dark.

"Bring her," a male voice said and a figure stepped out of the shadows. The man next to him picked up Cait's inert body and threw it over a shoulder. The two men left the small cottage.

fairplay:

It was a mandatory team workout session with all the trimmings. Currently, they were in Phase two, which involved matching obstacles courses for the Flashes with speed timers and little tweaks to handle each of their particular weaknesses. A sparring-grounds situation of Cat Versus Jacob -- Tess had been gradually working at this and really hoped to get Jacob a little more confident on how to deal with a potentially violent situation -- and Lee Versus Layla. She and Mark were mostly taking a breather during Phase Two so that he could explain some how various precautionary spellwork was done.

macemeetface:

Layla was in the JSA's battle simulation room. She'd had a tough day at work, and taking a mace and smashing some robots was always a good way to blow off some steam. Layla had her favorite simulation set..Nazi robots. She flew around the room, dodging fire and smashing robots with her mace. It was a good way for Layla to really let loose and just blow off some steam without actually really hurting anyone.

crossbow_bat:

Huntress opened the throttle on her bike and sped up. The car in front of her was carrying the leader of a drug ring that operated near one of Gotham's elementary schools. There was no way these guys were getting away. Huntress was bringing them down tonight.

The car made a hard left and the tires squealed.

Huntress but the bike into a hard turn to follow.

brightestknight:

Lee had been talking to his Uncle Greg recently having spend Memorial Day at his ranch with his dad. Having commented on how good the food, Greg had sent him a rather large amount of beef from his ranch.

Since he knew there was no way he could eat all of it by himself he figured it would be best to share it. So he sent a message to the others seeing if they might be interested in a cook-out. He had no trouble with manning the grill.

madeofgoesfast:

With his recent conversation with Cindy Lord a few days past, the NDA's drawn up, and enough funding and paperwork together to begin the hiring process, Steven started making calls. He reserved the back room of a pizza place so they would have ample room for everyone, and privacy for the discussion. No one beyond Tess and Cindy have been told precisely what its for, just that its not an emergency of any sort, that they'll be receiving a business offer, and regardless how it goes, the food is on Steven... technically Cindy put up the money, but he's the host.

He's made, and called quite the list, along with making arrangements for transportation to New York for the non-residents. Thankfully, between the speedforce, JLA transporters, and people's powers, that's not hard to do. Each of the girls is handed an NDA as soon as they walk through the door. They're welcome to take or reject the proposal, of course - but the discussion itself has to stay under reasonable wraps. The entire menu - pizza, pasta, salads, sodas and breadsticks are made readily available to everyone for their attendance.

Steven himself has already gone through a couple of pizzas while waiting, and now has gone back to kind of pacing, waiting to greet the guests. His materials are all ready for presentation, once people arrive and sign the NDAs.

The guest list covers some of the most impressive women on the planet... together for... a pizza party.

Tess Holt, Cat Grant, Corrinna of Themysciria, Caitria Curry, Petra Gardener, Avia Free, Maria Grayson, Jess Byrd, Iris West,  Ash Curry, Barbie Queen and Alina Vasquez.

fairplay:

It was time for an impact visit. This time in the Bronx. It was going well, Tess thought. Crime as a whole had been going down in the wake of these visits.


What she didn't know is that at that same moment, one of the more strong-willed employees at STAR Labs' New York location was tripping the silent alarm.

handofnabu:

He had mentioned wanting to spend a night out with her. Something a little nicer and he planned on taking her dancing too. He had other things in mind but he wasn't going to say anything about that.

He had kept a few things close to his chest so to speak and really didn't want to say why he still had a slightly healing bruise on the underside of his jaw still. He wasn't going to say why until after he actually did propose. She'd probably yell a bit at him for going to meet her parents without him but he knew she couldn't be too upset. Or wouldn't.

He's nervous. He checks to see if his tie is still straight while he waits for Cat. He really better not screw this up.

dc_holiday:

Drink to me, only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine ;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst, that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine :
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not wither'd be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me :
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee. Ben Johnson

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.

ms_miracle:

Warrior's Bar and Grill was officially closed for the evening, and with good reason.  Avia and Petra had taken it over for the annual "Rate the Hunks" party, though that was in truth, only a small part of the evening.  The various women of the teams getting to socialize and have fun and get to know each other was far more important that drooling over the sweet, sweet eyecandy that was...

Wait.  What was she thinking about?

But invitations had gone out to all the super-women in Avia's Rolodex, including the JSA, the YJLA, the Titans, and the New Guardians, and anyone else anyone else knew.  There was food, alcohol for those old enough,  background music.

"Looks like we're all set, Petra, m'groovy gal pal."

Now, folks just had to show.

handofnabu:

It was late on the fourth day of Mark's absence from the JSA Brownstone. He was tired now and wanted very little to do with anyone. He did have a distinct feeling that Cat was going to be upset with him though.

He should have called. But he had been busy. Now he was tired and just wanted to stare at the coffee machine for a bit. Suddenly it struck him that there were several people who were going to be annoyed. He had skipped out on Thanksgiving this year because of the Tower. He had been called there to deal with something deep in the basement and forgot to tell anyone where he was going.

He feels very guilty about that now. Tess will be calm about it. But Cat?

He has some groveling to do. Lots and lots of groveling.

madeofgoesfast:

A lot of things have been bothering Steven. Nic's death is still pressing... and he's just reaching the point he's realizing he, Mickey and especially Cindy, could really use something to help occupy their time and minds. He's familiar enough with Hawks, he hopes she has some of the 'family curse'.

He also really needs a source of income, so he can be the one to take Mickey out now and then. Which feeds back into the first issue.

So... being a Garrick, he goes about being proactive. Something to do, a potential way of making money, and some fun for people.

He starts by placing calls to Mickey (first and foremost), Jai, Cindy, Petra and Cat Grant, asking them to meet him in the JSA lounge. By the time they get there, he's speed sketched some stuff out for his presentation.

brightestknight:

Lee had been driving for a while when he decided to go and stop off in New York for a while. He hadn't really been there in a while and thought that it would be a nice place to stop off in.

His dad was pretty close with quite a few of the older generation of heroes so he knew some of the JSA people pretty well. Which was why he pulled up with his motorcycle at the JSA Brownstone to visit since he was in the area.

Getting off his motorcycle and leaving his helmet on it Lee got up and made his way up to the front door where he rang it.

littleladylord:

There was something bright and brittle and not quite sane in Lenore Cynthia Montgomery Lord's eyes right now.

"How can we not have found who did this, yet?" She asks quietly as she stands outside the room with the.. with...as she stands outside That Room, not targeting any of the people around her in particular with the question. "How can he still be walking around somewhere when she's not getting up again?"

greengenes:

Mickey was not going to forget Nic's birthday. She was her best friend, and had been for a very long time. So her birthday was on the most important days of the year to her.

She actually made the cake herself. Mickey wasn't a horrible cook, she just only did it on rare occasions. Friends birthdays were one of those. The cake was chocolate with strawberry frosting.

There was bacon. Lots and lots of bacon. Mickey had taken the liberty of making a couple of little things out of bacon, including a narwhal made entirely of bacon, chasing a tiny bacon boat.

There was a promise of a day of shopping and any hellraising that Nic wanted to do. That was mostly Mickey's idea, as she wanted a day where she could just have her best friend all to herself.

She had told the rest of the JSA that she was throwing a party the Brownstone (attendance was mandatory for them) and invited over Cindy.

atomic_legacy:

His third period class had just let out and Jacob was taking a break outside. He wouldn't have to go back in for at least an hour and a half. He sat at a small picnic table with his lunch and a book. Jacob wasn't much of a social butterfly and often sat by himself, as he was doing today. He took out his ham and cheese sandwich and began to eat. He thought back to his encounter with his old friend, Cindy Lord earlier that week. http://www.scribbld.com/users/atomic_legacy/447.html  After seeing his dad crippled on live television, Jacob had done his best to avoid the hero business after that, even going to the extreme of avoiding his childhood friends who had powers of their own. He wasn't proud of it, but he couldn't bring himself to be a part of those kind of things. He hated the fighting and the violence too much to risk getting dragged into it. 

 For years he had been successful in avoiding super-powered situations, until he ran into Cindy. As much as he dreaded the consequencse of such a meeting, it had felt good seeing one of hs old friends. He even managed to explain what happened and why he dropped out of contact. She knew where he was now, and likely so would others soon. He was sure some would not be as understanding of him abadoning them as Cindy had been. It was their right, he had not handled what happened to his dad well at all. His mother had been happy he'd reconnected with an old firend, as was his dad. Though he suspected his father was happier about the fact that Jacob had interacted with someone from the hero community. He was certain Dad wanted him to take up his costume and was disappointed that Jacob wanted nothing to do with heroing.

Jacob sighed to himself. He didn't want to ruin his meal. Perhaps i was best to not think about those kind of things right now.

botmaster:

Remembering how well the last movie night had gone and the couple smaller one they have had since Mikey decided it was time for another big movie night for the JSA. This time he was totally having it be a bad sci-fi movie marathon. Despite being so bad those movies could be damn addictive. He grabbed a couple classics and also some of his favorites to watch.

He set up PATTON as a movie projector so that the movie could fill a wall. He set up some Beer Bots for those of age and even added some new protocols to them so that those underage couldn’t get them to work and would get directed to the Soda Fountain bots. He also had the popcorn popper bot set up and he was pretty sure it wouldn’t burn it this time and definitely sure there would be no fires.

Plus he was showing of his latest creation perfect surround sound system via bots. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought to do that before.

Mikey took a seat on the couch with his gauntlet on ready to get things started with MacArthur laying down on his lap.

night_owl:

Kyle had most or less recovered at this point. He was still getting used to everything. In regular light he pretty much blind and in the dark he could see fine though it was all different, he wasn’t sure he could describe it to someone. It would be like trying to describe red to someone who had never seen it before.

Dr. Cross and him had spent a day playing around with different lenses and glasses types to see which worked better for him so that he could see in regular light. They had gotten things pretty well set up there though would play around with it more later. It was going to take some getting used to for him since he really didn’t wear glasses before this, he had never needed to and rarely wore sunglasses.

The next day Cross took him to the still being repaired JSA Brownstone. He was going to talk to some of the elder members of the JSA and put in the good word for him. But he was pretty sure that they would take him given how skilled he was with medicine. He had also recommend to Kyle that he should maybe get to meet some of the people he might be working with and potentially helping out.

He was sitting in the lounge playing with his glasses trying to process all of this. It was all happening so fast.

handofnabu:

Mark had been aware that Cat seemed to hold some kind of torch for him. He had thought she was somewhat attractive. He had spent most of his life on the sidelines. Even with his family history he had always been bookish and shy. Always feeling like the new guy had taught him not to get too friendly with pretty girls though since one never knew when their jealous paramours would show up to teach him a lesson.

Cat was different though. Intellectually and emotionally he had started to get that.

The whole thing that had happened thought had gotten him to see life was too short. And Darius had even come back from the dead and called Mark an idiot for not taking a risk. If his 'big brother' said that it had to be true.

So Mark is going to try. And hope to god she doesn't send him packing. He clears his throat and very shyly knocks on her door before putting on his most charming look.

greengenes:

Mickey stood in the Brownstone, just staring into the living room.

The last time she was here, she had attacked her friends and tried to rip out her boyfriend's heart. She actually did succeed in ripping out her boyfriend's heart.

Her memory of what she had done was fuzzy at best, but none of it from what she could remember, was good.

She hoped that they would take her back. The JSA was like family to her, and it broke her heart that she tried to do those terrible things to her. But after all she had done, she wouldn't blame them if they never wanted to see her again.

Mickey just hoped that they could patch things up and move forward. And so she didn't go anywhere, choosing to just stand and wait for the first person that walked into the room.

dc_misc:

The city of Star City looked deserted. The citizens had either fled or had been turned into black lanterns. At the heart of the city was the entity known as Nekron. Nekron used the city as his base as his black lanterns ravaged the Earth.

The black lanterns increased their numbers each day and the power levels of the black lantern battery increased with each person that died.

Soon Nekron would have enough power to obliterate all life on this planet.

dc_misc:

It was a quiet night in New York City. People went about their business, rushing on the streets to get home, hailing taxis to get out of the brisk winter air. At the JSA Brownstone, all was well and good.

Then something happened. The sound of shattered glass could be heard shattering, and alarm klaxons blared. The team would soon find that Black Lanterns had arrived, and were closing in on the team of heroes.

flat_chest:

Zandor's phone shattered against the wall in the living room at JSA headquarters.  Everything went downhill when Mickey died, and now two more people were dead.  Two people Zandor never would have thought could just...die.  It made him sad, and then it made him angry.  It made him so angry, he didn't know what to do with himself.  Zandor picked up the couch and tossed it threw the wall.  Next, he reached for the television.

dc_holiday:

The beginning of a New Year, a time for new hopes, new experiences to come. A time to reflect on times past, remembering fond memories happily and trying to put less pleasant thoughts and experiences in the past.

It is a time of renewal, a time of rebirth. And for much of the world, it is a time of celebration. This is no less true for the super hero set as anyone else. If anything, they just have that much bigger of things to look forward to.

dc_holiday:

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greengenes:

Mickey was being very cuddly and attentive when her and Steven got out of the movies. The new Tron had been pretty damn awesome...though there were parts where they weren't paying attention.

"So," she said to Steven as they walked out of the movie theater and into the snow-covered streets. "What's next? Dinner...or do we want to go back to the brownstone and work up an appetite?" She grinned at him.

dc_misc:

It was Christmas Eve and time to exchange gifts for the annual JSA Secret Santa. The headquarters was all decked out for the holidays and Christmas music was playing in the background.

greengenes:

Mickey had roped off the living room in the JSA Brownstone for the afternoon. She had spent the entire morning getting the food ready and setting up. She had sent out invites to the JLA, Titans (both East and West Coast), Shadowpact, Outsiders, Birds of Prey, and of course, the JSA girls. She had also invited Cindy in case she wanted to come, and Angie, as she was basically a JSA brat herself. Mikey had built her a projection bot, and security bot that would alert her if any of the boys thought to try and see what the girls were up to.

Mickey finished setting up the projector. She had pictures of all the guys from the various teams that she had managed to get to her hands on. She made sure that there would be enough food and drinks for everyone, and waited for people to start arriving.

botmaster:

Mikey got things set up for this year’s JSA Secret Santa. He put up a note so that he could get people together to explain this year’s rules to everyone together and get people set up with who they have this year.

Mikey set up a couple snack in the living room, set up his soda fountain bot, and had PATTON playing some holiday music in the background.

injus_unlimited:

Having been either bested in battle or otherwise coerced by the members of Injustice Unlimited into cooperating and then teleported away, the Justice Society members would find themselves behind a mystical barrier in an otherwise largely featureless dungeon.  Those who had been caught out of costume had been magically dressed with their uniform and all their equipment.

Also imprisoned, separate from the Society members, were the various hostages the villains had taken.  The Dugan family.  Abby Bronson.  Joan Garrick.  Molly Scott.  Sinon Tavoularis.  Belle and Danette Tyler.  Cynthia Lord.

The Wizard entered the room, looking rather pleased with himself.

"So," he said, with the air of one quite used to theatrics, "I suppose you're wondering why I've called you all here."

injus_unlimited:

Oswalrd Zar, son of the Wizard, had been quite busy these past few months, assembling the some of the most powerful and capable super-villains he could locate, all within his own centralized theme of tracking down those descended from various foes and friends of the Justice Society.  He was quite disturbed to learn that the Luthor brat had appropriated a name he had no right to.

He would be dealt with later.

But for now, cloaked in another name his father had used in his war against the forces of good, the Wizard had prepared his team well for dealing with the Justice Society.  Ferreting out secret identities and homes, making them all easy pray.  This was not about killing them, no, not yet, it was about bringing the world down around them, just as they had brought his own world down around him, by hounding his father so.

Today, the attacks began.

cat_fancy:

The bad guys long defeated, a few minor street level crooks put away in the meantime, her day job done for the day (One of these days, she reckoned she'd be able to thank Ms. Dinah enough for putting her in charge of a franchise spot of Sherwood Florist), Cat was in the mood to relax.

Now, there were three types of relaxing, as far as she was concerned.  One needed a bottle, one needed a boy, and one needed a bag.

She opted for the bag today, taped up her hands, and went to work on the punching bag in the Brownstone's gym.

botmaster:

Since it seemed like it was going to be a quiet night Mikey decided that the JSA could use a little fun. With this is mind he began setting up the backyard of the Brownstone for a movie night. This included a movie projector bot, a popcorn popper bot and a modification of his beer tap bot for sodas for the members that weren’t of legal age yet. He had of course upgraded PATTON with a beer tap instead.

 He had talked to Zandor about introducing him to Buffy the vampire slayer but was open to other ideas if people wanted to watch something else.