dc_misc:

With some assistance from T.H.U.N.D.E.R., the team managed to convince the Thai government to allow them to follow the August General's lead to Proteus' location. The area itself was the suspected headquarters of a Malay terrorist group, so the JLI was advised to be on the lookout, as it was suspected Proteus may be working with the organization.

dc_thunder:

 There were times that she hated this job. This being one of them, but this came from the top. They couldn't afford a blow like this to the still relatively new JLI project. She sent a message to the Hall of Justice to expect her arrival.

dc_holiday:

Each year toward the end of December people come together with friends and family to celebrate and exchange gifts. The atmosphere is light, merry and there is plenty of cheer to go around. Holiday music fills the air while bright colorful lights light up the nights. Mistletoe is placed in strategic locations and people are willing caught under it.

It's a time of celebration, even for superheroes.

jack_o_lantern:

Cian had finished up his training session and was feeling kind of hungry. He headed up to the kitchen to pick out a place to order some pizza from.

sonoftheatom:

Dinadan sinks down in his seat, pulling his phone out of his pocket and firing off a text. It's only after he hits 'send' that he realizes that he hadn't selected his girlfriend's name out of his contact list:

To: Jai
I introduced myself as "Dr. Palmer's kid". People still think I have jaundice. Ugh.

He and Jai had mostly been okay after that talk they'd had in the library. No one had failed to graduate from high school and fled into the jungle or thought that they were making someone flee into the jungle, so it was a win all around. They still hadn't talked quite as much as they'd used to, but they'd both also been pretty busy.

Still, it could have been a worse wrong number. And while he'd meant to whine at Petra, there's no reason he can't whine at Jai and see if he gets anything entertaining back. Dinadan fires off another text:

To: Jai
Legitimately considering hitch-hiking home in a huff.

To: Jai
You have five minutes to entertain me, start planning a rescue, or to ignore this message before I move on down the list.

dc_misc:

The JLI had a little downtime, but it wasn't going to last. Explosions went off outside and the ground shook. When the JLI go outside they would see giant robots attacking. Two of their members were missing.

sonoftheatom:

Dinadan jumps a bit in as his father claps a hand on his shoulder.

"Everything's set up, kiddo," Ray says. "I'll be in the next room if the pair of you get in trouble or decide you want adult supervision."

"Thanks Dad," Dinadan says. "Anything goes wrong, we'll shout. But I'm pretty sure I can handle it."

Ray glances at the veritable nest his son has built of notes on the shrinking technology.

"I'm sure you can," he answers, shaking his head. "What do you think, pizza for dinner?"

"Sounds good. I'll ask Petra what she wants when she gets here, I don't want to call her in cast she's en route."

Today's the last phase of making sure that Petra can safely use the shrinking technology inherent in the Atom belt: actually testing it out. That part should be easy enough, it ought to go well, and then they can work on some of the basic things you need to know while being six inches tall.

Though Dinadan's already swept the room for rats. Nobody enjoys fighting a giant rat the first time they shrink.

green_lantern:

It had been a long fight with the Cadre, but in the end the Justice League International had won. The Cadre members were in jail and life went on. Dex grabbed a beer and kicked back on the couch in front of the tv.

green_lantern:

Dex stormed around the JLI headquarters using his ring to lift furniture and toss it out of the way. Miss Fluff was missing and Dex was /worried/. She never just disappeared. She was either sleeping on his bed or she followed him around. Now she was nowhere to be seen and he hoped something didn't happen to her.

sonoftheatom:

Dinadan's baking when it happens. Muffins this time, in bulk, since they're nice to have around for easy breakfasts, and they've only got a few left from the last batch in the the freezer. He's (naturally) had a few mishaps, but he's not expecting anyone to come by today, so it doesn't matter that he has flour in his hair.

He looks up from the half-filled muffin tin when he hears someone at the door, brows furrowing in confusion. See: not expecting guests today. But he heads for the door, in case it's a package delivery, or someone his dad forgot to mention was coming by, or someone in need of help or a cup of sugar or homework clarification, or to tell him that there'd been a horrible accident at the school and his dad was dead, or--

Dinadan peeks through the peephole to see who's on his stoop today.

bwa_ha_ha:

Not long after breaking the connection from Riley and Max, Dinah has set a land-speed record for getting ready for a date. A short time later, she was waiting outside the restaurant for Riley.

She checked her watch.

For the third time.

"You'd think time travelers would know not to be late..." she muttered.

She really hoped Riley hadn't done anything crazy with Max.

...Okay, he probably hadn't.

Probably.

in_reserve:

dc_holiday:

"There is no remedy for love but to love more."
- Henry David Thoreau

bobblehead:

The team has had a chance to settle into their new headquarters. Its taken some work, but the essentials are there. And once that was done, Pippi set right to work on the non-essential, but important business of making sure the place was stocked with good shampoo, conditioner, general health care products, and decorative items like carpeting, drapes and the rest. Despite her tendencies, she actually knows color and good taste when it comes to this sort of thing - the place looks comfortable, and like a semi-professional interior decorator got a hold of it.

But something has been missing.

Whether or not that something is a new friend for Dex, he's getting one anyway. At one point when he returns home, this (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mau0qfm1IK1r33eyzo5_r2_250.gif) is waiting for him. Well, this, wearing a green ribbon around her neck, and a tag reading 'Miss Fluff', with her address noted on the back of the green lantern symbol shaped tag.

dc_misc:

Oksana will receive a priority call from her direct superior from back in Kiev, Sergeant Vasyl Andreiko. An injury in the line of duty forced him into desk work, but it didn't stop him from being involved in the Ukrainian military. More importantly he was one of the few people in the Spetsnaz who gave Oksana a chance.

risky_russian:

Well, it was strange to be standing there. It was so very muggy there, a far cry from Kiev even in the summer. The heat was oppressive, especially with Oksanas thick uniform (her military uniform, *not* her hero uniform) as she walked into the large building known as the Hall of justice. She knew that she had been accepted, but nothing much beyond that. So she had a bag (which had two spares of her actual costume) and an older uniform of her military days, complete with her standard red beret denoting her Ukranian special forces.

Once she is within the building and passes the necessary security precautions, she's taken...somewhere. She has no idea of the layout of the building.

"Hello?" Oksana called out into the building. This was where she was to meet her perspective teammates, yes?

august_heir:

 Barbie had filled him on most of the immediate facts and he told her what she needed to know, so now it was time to settle in. He looked around, it was a nice enough facility, but it would still take some getting used to. He was wearing dress clothes, though not too formal, basically "work clothes". Only his sunglasses and hoodie were his sole nods to personal vanity.

dc_thunder:

With Pippi's amazing luck, and Dex's Green Lantern handy-ness, it was not difficult for the heroes to mop up the remains of Kobra.  While the Serpent Supreme himself got away, they'd rounded up a great deal of the soldiers and scientists of the organization and seized the remarkable technology that had gone into the space station, including its teleport tech and its stealth technology.

All in all, Director William Vance thought, not a bad day's work.  Which was why he'd asked the heroes to stick around, waiting in one of the conference rooms in THUNDER's DC office.

"Firstly," he said, as he entered, "let me thank-you all for waiting.  I'm sure you've got... secret identity things to do.  Whatever it is you types do when you're not saving this world.  I'm Director Vance, of THUNDER, The Higher United Nations Defense Enforcement Reserves.  We were formed to help pick up some of the slack left behind when the Dome and later the old Justice League International dissolved, in providing global coordination to super-heroes and otherwise facilitating handling various international terrorist organizations such as Kobra or the 1000."

He went on.  "You people did good work out there today.  And my superiors have authorized me to offer to continue to let you do good work.  THUNDER would like to be in the League business."

dc_kobra:

All across the country, members of the Cult of Kobra were striking.  Technology thefts had already been on the up, as well as weapons thefts from various government depots.  The serpents struck without mercy, taking what they needed, and fleeing just as quickly.  Both Barr brothers had been dead for years, but the organization had fallen into other hands.  It was speculated that the long term goal was the selection of a new Kobra...  but in the meantime, under the guidance of someone called the Serpent Supreme, their short term goals of terror, in preparation for the coming Kali Yuga, remained unchanged.

And soon... the world would know even greater terror that it had before.

dc_holiday:

All Hallow's Eve, or Halloween as it has been come to be called, is a popular holiday with children and adults alike. It is a holiday that had its roots in the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain or Summer's End. Samhain celebrated the end of the "lighter half" of the year and the beginning of the "darker half".

On this evening the barriers between this world and the Otherworld were believed to be thin and the spirits, good and bad, of the dead could pass through. The spirits of the family's ancestors were welcomed in while evil and bad spirits were warded off by the wearing of masks and costumes. The costumes and masks disguised one as a harmful spirit and avoided harm from others.

It was also a harvest celebration and time to take stock of food stores for the winter. Livestock were slaughtered and the meat prepared for storage. It was the final harvest of the year and the crops were then stored for the winter. Celebrations included bonfires and tales of the family's ancestors.

It was a celebration of the dead and of the harvest.

Today we dress up in scary and not so scary costumes and masks and go door to door for candy or attend costume parties. It is a night for revelry, pranks and fun.

gal_gardner:

Okay, this, this was gonna be awesome. Petra wasn't much of a plotter, by her own admission, but she thought she'd figured this all out pretty well. The menu, the location, and the special gear she'd had one of Auntie Bea's friends hook her up with to carry the important items even in her preferred method of transport. Capping it off was the timing. She knew Din's routine, got on well enough with his dad to put in a call that Din wouldn't be making it to school that day due to being sick, and she knew the route he took to get there.

So as he rounds a corner, he'll have to stop rather quickly to keep his face from planting into the ties on the front of her blouse.

"Well hey there, handsome."

sonoftheatom:

After his talk with Petra, Dinadan started seeing a therapist. It's helped. He'll probably be able to go back to school in the fall and sit in a classroom without having a panic attack. He's just not sure he wants to.

It's important to his dad that he finish high school and go to college. And he's enjoyed school, enjoyed his time in the states, enjoyed meeting his dad's friends and befriending their kids. He likes his relationship with Petra, even if it's weird because he's still not feeling right. But after today...he's wondering if he ought to throw in the towel and change his focus to New Morlaidh, permanently.

Dinadan strides through the palace toward the room where they keep the telephone. There are a lot of people he'll need to talk to if he decides not to go back to Ivy Town in September, but right now he needs to talk to someone that he hasn't spoken to in a long while.

He dials the Park-West family's phone number and listens, pulse pounding, to the tinny sound of ringing.

dc_holiday:

A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest. ~Irish Proverb

sonoftheatom:

Dinadan has barely left his room since he crawled, shaking, out of the wreckage of Star City to a pay phone and travelled the lines home. His dad has been patient and supportive; his teachers have been understanding, and the Lighter Than Air Society almost ridiculously forgiving considering that he'd terrorized and murdered them. But even after he's cleaned the blood from under his nails and stammered his shakily-voiced apologies, the world still seems wrong. Too brightly-lit, too full of things that move suddenly out of the corner of his eye and make him jump out of his skin with his heart in his throat. He feels like a character from a black-and-white TV show suddenly transplanted into a Technicolor world without the color touching his own flesh.

The first time he went outside since he got back, he'd crept out of the house in the middle of the night and gone to the spot in the yard where he’d died. He wasn't sure if it was reality or his own imagination, but he could have sworn he still smelled his own blood. He'd hidden in a shoe in the back of his closet after, and had only come out when his dad had started to panic.

He doesn't know why it's affecting him like this. It's not even the fact that he (or his dead body) had killed people. He's killed before, not that he ever talks about it to anyone up here – different worlds, different rules. But everyone else seems to be handling it better. Jai's even been seen out and about, according to what his dad has told him through the closed door (because Dinadan's only recently been able to be in the same room as someone else without wondering if he could still plunge a hand into their chest and rip out their heart).

Really, it's Jai's name that's gotten him moving again. He'd been sitting in the room, watching the dim light filtered through his window shades make patterns on the wall when it had occurred to him that he ought to write his friend a note to let him know that he doesn't blame him. But then he'd started hitting blocks. Email was definitely inappropriate – he'd started typing the words, but they'd looked so dead and meaningless on his computer screen that he'd almost gotten his sword and stabbed it straight through the monitor. No, what he really needs is fancy calligraphy paper and a fountain pen, but that's not really something that he and his dad keep around the house, so he's made do with printer paper and a ballpoint. The problem now is that he keeps getting stuck after "It's not your fault". Over and over again, no matter how many times he crumples the page and starts over.

Dinadan Palmer is beginning to think that he might be going mad.

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.

sonoftheatom:

Dinadan Palmer straightens up, stepping off the back of Thomas Dinawa, the older man's heart in his hand. The Lighter Than Air Society had holed themselves up in Professor Kettering's basement again, like they almost always did. It had made them very easy to find, and the fact that each and every one of them had babysat him made them easy to dispose of. Dinadan has the vague sensation that he ought to say something pithy, but with the cessation of that bubbling noise he doesn't have an audience left to appreciate it. So he says nothing, but walks across the blood-slicked floor to the telephone.

This has been a good start, but there's someone special he thinks he ought to go look in on. He dials Petra's number without hesitation, the dead not having the worries and distractions of the living to cloud their memories.

After Petra, New Morlaidh, he thinks as he raises the phone to his ear. Won't Mother be surprised.

The phone rings.

sonoftheatom:

[Bendytimed to before this]

Out in the yard behind his house, Dinadan goes through his forms. He's still not happy with them yet -- having to take time off for recovery had played merry havoc on his exercise routine -- but he has homework that needs to get done and, since his father's out of town tonight, he's in charge of making his own dinner. He thinks about calling Petra and going over there for dinner, but...homework. He really needs to do his homework first, before he calls Petra, or else he'll get distracted.

He rolls his head from side to side, stretching the kinks out of his neck, then lays his sword down on the grass and begins going through his post-exercise stretches, his mind focused on organizing his evening's plans.

dc_misc:

The information has been coming in from around the world since 1:00 am EST. Each news outlet tells the story in a slightly different fashion, but the facts remain the same: at some time after 12:00am, planes on five continents fell from the sky, cars slammed into each other in traffic and regular people going about their every business simply fell over unconscious for no discernible reason.

"This is Austin Davis for the Daily Planet. The only word that can adequately describe what has happened is "catastrophe". Information is still coming in at this time, but it seems that most of Earth's inhabitants seemed to lose consciouness for exactly two minutes. In that time, planes,c cars and buses crashed, pedestrians were hit where they lay, and the world fell into chaos. Even now, the death toll is nearing the double digits and still climbing.

Stranger still is that the survivors, this reporter included, all report having a lucid dream of some kind during their black-out. Few dreams were alike, but one common thread unites them all; each person spoken to thus far believes they saw a relative or friend or lover who passed away some time ago returning to speak with them and offer advice. Many are shaken and unable to understand the meaning of these visions or why they were given.

The heroic community has leaped into action valiantly, aiding in relief efforts, but many are asking if the heroes knew about it in advance. Moreover, may are asking why America remained unaffected by the blackout. Thus far, no portion of the United States has reported any crashes or loss of life due to the blackout. We will bring you more on this story as it develops.

Austin Davis for the Daily Planet, London." 

sonoftheatom:

((Set after "Child's Play"))

Dinadan heaves a sigh of relief, throwing his pencil down on his desktop and stretching his hands over his head. Usually, he would have put his homework off until Sunday, but between his recovery and the whole...thing with Granny Sunshine, he and Petra had agreed that it was time to check out that Bed & Breakfast and pastry class she'd mentioned back when he'd gotten back to Ivy Town. It had taken a bit of parental wrangling (on his part) and a bit of "oh geez, when can we do the pastry class and get the room", but they'd managed it. And then the last thing standing (well, lying really) in their way was Dinadan's homework load.

Which was now finished. Ha.

As he starts packing his homework away, he notices that Petra's name is marked as "online" on his instant messenger, and he clicks open a window to send her a quick message.

SonoftheAtom: hey, done with my homework, almost ready to bone

Augh, finger-fumble, he hates it when he accidentally hits--

Oh holy gods, how did he just make that typo?!

SonoftheAtom: come!

No no no, that doesn't make it any better!

SonoftheAtom: come over! Almost ready to come over!

Although now plans maybe delayed due to current overwhelming need to fling his traitorous keyboard across the room.

dc_titansofmyth:

Crius and Coeus walked side by side toward the massive factory that belong to LexCorp. Crius picked up a parked car and threw it at the building. Coeus mirrored his brother's actions and launched a car of his own at the building. They made their way slowly through the parking lot and threw the employees cars at the factory.

young_swimmer:

Cait had called Jon and a meeting had been set once all the avatars had been located. It seemed like every god and goddess had chosen an avatar to act in their stead during this crisis. They would all be needed along with the rest of the teams. Their opponents weren't just supervillains, but were gods.

Cait along with Ty, Ruth and Dinah headed for the JLA headquarters. Dinah was Hephaestus' avatar, Cait was Poseidon's, Ruth was Hera's and Ty was excellent at coordinating and knowing things. They would be the representatives for the Teen Titans.

They arrived and took seats at the table.

sonoftheatom:

A month after he should have been, Dinadan Palmer is finally back in Ivy Town. Just far less mobile than usual. Even failed assassination-attempts can take a lot out of a guy, and this one had been a lot closer to 'successful' than anyone would have liked. But it didn't succeed, the assassin and conspirators had been caught and put away; and as far as Dinadan knows, no one up here knew that his current state wasn't caused by a really bad training accident. All's well.

...Well no, not so much according to the news articles he's reading on his laptop between sips of tea and soup. Everything looks like it's heading south at a pretty good clip, and this time he doesn't have a mysterious instruction manual to deal with it. At least he finally knows why his father and Dr. Choi have been so busy lately.

He fires off a quick email to the YJLA and the Teen Titans to let them know that he's back in town and willing to do whatever he can to help while confined to his bed, and sets his empty dishes off to the side. Then, with one eye on his email, he starts working on making the mountain of make-up work he has for school a little bit smaller.

littleladylord:

Four different kinds of gourmet Macaroni and Cheese. Stacks upon stacks of different finger sandwiches, with the yards worth of crusts used to make a couple of heated trays of bread pudding. A pineapple-banana-pecan cake possibly bigger than the birthday girl herself. A small table of vegan stuff, just in case.

Cindy couldn't stop grinning at it. Had she found awesome caterers or what?

The band specialized in swing covers of hard rock songs, but could play just about anything. There was a dance floor. All her friends from school were there, dressed to the eights.

Of course, all Cindy's friends from school didn't really fill up the little reception hall. And she certainly didn't have a big family. But that was okay, more room for her soon-to-be-colleagues fellow super-brats.

And so she scurried, from arrival to arrival, for cheerful welcomes.

littleladylord:

'The pleasure of your company is cordially requested by Miss Lenore Cynthia Montgomery Lord at a celebration of her 16th birthday. at 6 pm on the 25th of July.'

Calligraphy. Cardstock paper with those little RSVP cards and everything.  That should make it clear that her birthday is going to be awesome, right?

Cindy Lord's powers don't work in print, so she feels there can be no confusion about what the fancy etiquette signifies beyond, in Cindy's mind, 'important'. 

Among the rather prissy-looking envelopes sent out are those addressed to Miss Traya Smith, Miss Petra Beatriz Gardener, Mr. Jonathan Kent, Her Royal Highness Caitria Curry, Mr. Jai Allen West, Miss Iris Lillian West, Miss Dinah Michelle Kord, Mr. Riley Edward Carter,


But she makes sure the little notes on the invitations include 'Dress flexible'. She doesn't want anybody not coming to her party because they didn't feel like wearing heels or a tie.

gal_gardner:

Sometimes, it's the little things that make life just awesome. Familiar comforts like trashy movies, a fresh mani-pedi, a fluffy pink bathrobe, and a couch to sprawl out on. Of course, the fact that she's expecting her sort-of-boyfriend to show up with baked goods soon doesn't hurt either.

He's got an EZ-Bake oven. This guy is too cute to be real sometimes.

sonoftheatom:

"Okay, fine, you can make that assumption," Dinadan said, gesturing with his tea cup. "But if you do, don't you need to take it all the way to -- oh crud, is that the time?!" Oooooops. "Sorry Dr. Choi, I've got lots of homework tonight and I really should get home and get started on it. Can we talk more about this later?"

"Sure Dinadan. Good luck on your homework."

"Study hard or death!" added the floating head that shared Dr. Choi's house with him.

"Bye Dr. Choi! Will do, Head!"

Dinadan gathered up his backpack and jogged home. It wasn't too far, and he only tripped over a curb once. His dad wasn't home yet, so he snagged a box of cake mix and a glass of milk on his way up to his bedroom. A few minutes, a fraction of the cake mix, and some mixing later resulted in a little cake baking away in his toy oven while he got started on his homework. He also turned on his computer and set his instant messaging status to "Here, doing homework".




((OOC: See this post for info!))

lantern_rogues:

Torgar is annoyed.

"We don't have the entire League yet. We'll need to collect the Green Lantern," he tells the others.

sonoftheatom:

It's a nice day out today. Nice enough that the sunshine tempts Dinadan to carry his books outside and do his homework there instead of in his bedroom or in the lab. The birds (not over his head, so they can't poop on him or his books) are singing and the breeze is rustling through the leaves of nearby bushes (which are not full of bugs that may try to crawl into his ears unexpectedly), and he is wearing a sunhat in case he falls asleep.

Life is good.

He covers a yawn with his hand and turns the page, idly scribbling away on his scratch paper.

lantern_kid:

Henry grins as he makes certain the bowls of chips are filled. Sodas are available. He's got a hidden stash of beers in his room, but... it's an underage superhero party. They're not visible to most. Those who want one will know to ask him.

People will be arriving soon. He's got tunes, he's got snacks and drinks, he's got games set up to go, and he's got superhero kids coming from all over. While the primary purpose was to make certain the YJLA got a chance to meet Avalon and Josh, the Titans and others have all been invited, too.

This party will rock.

sonoftheatom:

If someone were to ask Dinadan Palmer what his favorite part of the week was, he’d tell them Friday afternoon; specifically late Friday afternoon when the school week is over and he’s finished his weapons’ training for the day, and the weekend stretches out glorious and free ahead of him. It’s exactly that time now, and he feels at ease with his world.

He weaves a little as he walks to his bedroom, since he hasn’t quite mastered the art of walking and towel-drying his hair at the same time, but he doesn’t knock into anything or trip over his own feet (today), so it doesn’t really matter. He reaches his bedroom and tosses the towel into his laundry hamper, flicking on the radio for some music while he gets dressed and makes plans for his freedom.

This is ultimately why Dinadan is playing air-guitar in his underwear when Henry puts his plan into action.

dc_eldritch:

Out of the temple doors in the bay comes an ancient evil creature. It is Cthulu himself. He roars loudly then snatches up several cultists and eats them. The frightened screams of the others fill the air. His gaze turns to the shore and then he begins to walk.

His march towards the shore begins and he doesn't notice anything else just yet.

dc_eldritch:

It happened one day. Bombs went off across the city and suddenly people got rounded up like cattle. One look at a Cthulu spawn and they were either screaming in utter insanity or on their knees in reverence. A couple of times men and women suddenly jumped each other coupling roughly on the roof of a car.

But they stopped and started to pick up all kinds of weapons. Most of them were improvised weapons.

The numerous Cthulu spawn who had been called up from the deep joined them. This city would be theirs by nightfall. They needed to finish it tonight.

Cthulu called to them.

sonoftheatom:

Between reading Randolph Carter's diary forward, backward, and sideways and practicing inscribing the seal on multiple objects, Dinadan's been very, very busy lately. So busy that he almost forgot to get in contact with Cait about which bay had suddenly and mysteriously emptied itself of all sea creatures in preparation for the rise of the temple.

He's just calling it "the temple". Names have been known to have power, and he really doesn't want to attract any more attention than he undoubtedly already has.

But now he's pretty sure that he can do the seal in his sleep (and he's even carved it onto his sword -- it can't hurt), and there's no reason that he shouldn't call and every reason that he should.

He dials and hopes like hell he's got the right number.

dc_eldritch:

The world knew about the strange dream that had over taken the world. Some people had actually woken up with white hair though their bodies had not aged like they had in the dream. They felt very tired though and had been taken with the sudden urge to create strange images that if looked upon too closely it made even the most well grounded man feel as if something was watching him.

Then things seemed safe. For a week there were no strange dreams or mass hysteria in the night. But then it happened again.

At first it seemed so innocent. The dreamers had visions of clear skies and pleasant things that made them feel better. Other dreamers who were not quite human could smell a sweet smell in their dream that caught their attention. They couldn't help but wander away until they found themselves walking and talking together happily as they walked through a strange market place.

What was strange was the people. They spoke to the dreamers in many languages and often strange beings with tentacles over their mouths and in place of their hair kept trying to offer the dreamers shining beads and crowns of gold.

Finally they make it to a far too bright shore and they see a tower that is unnaturally white. On the tower stands a figure dressed in yellow. They are suddenly aware that this figure is far too beautiful and far too horrifying to be seen. It must never be named but from the tower it watches them with it's eerie yellow body and it does the most terrible thing that it could it does not stare at them with hatred but with amused affection.

"This will be your end if you do not stop it. Awaken dreamers, for Cthulu lies dreaming in R'lyeh." Another message is spoken to a select few.

"Read the diary of Randolph Carter if you wish to save your people," a voice whispers to the few who have the journal who are among the people who were taken into this dream.

And so anyone who is not human awakens knowing something more. This time while they are left with a sense of wrongness in the world they know they have a piece of the puzzle.

For the rest they are dragged into another horrifying night. Snakes and cultists hunt them and a terrible burning eye watches them. Some are taken to the temple and fed to the terrible thing that they have burned into their memory. Others find themselves fed strange and terrible things knowing it is a twisted form of what they used to enjoy eating and upon waking will swear off their favorite foods forever. The chants are heard and a few people wake up having written the chant down. They smile knowing their god has chosen them for a great thing. The Church of Dagon has risen once more! All fear Cthulu's might!

dc_eldritch:

No one in the world on this night escapes it. They find themselves wanting to just curl up for a few minutes for some sleep. Weather it is just a nap or actually going to bed they find themselves sleeping. They do not get to sleep well. Screams of hosts long since dead haunt them and many of the dreamers find themselves herded up like cattle by strangers in heavy robes carrying pitch forks and guns.

"Where are we going," a man asks.

One of the robed men speaks. "To see our lord. You do not know the way. We shall guide you."

A child cries that she wants her mommy as they are separated. A man is shot for trying to run away and the smell of something burning fills the air.

The world is on fire and no one can escape it. They must go with the strangers to see their lord.

The dreamers are brought to a boat that goes across a sea of blood and gore. They find themselves marched across an island and they enter a tall nd terrible temple. When they try to really look at it a few go mad and start to gibber nonsense as their hair turns white and their skin wrinkles and shrivels up. They are suddenly very old.

The chanting is heard as the dreamers enter the temple.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn," the terrible chant is burned into the minds of people who are truly insane. People who are blessed or cursed with knowledge of the magical world find themselves puking both in the dreaming and the real world. For reasons they can not explain in the dreaming world they know that this place is terrible.

And then they are brought into the main chamber of the temple. A scream goes out as a great clawed hand comes down and begins to grab people by the dozens and brings them into the mouth of a terrible creature. The people who are eaten are lucky if anyone who can be called that. They wake up.

The are not so lucky. They think they are awake. They think are safe. But there are things lurking in the darkness of their dream world, waiting.

dc_misc:

Across the country several an older man climbs out of a taxi. He checks a list and gets ready to go deliver a package. It was on this exact date the packages were to be delivered into the hands of each person. In one location though two men climb out of a car.

They look eerily similar with oddly blubus eyes but one is very short and portly. In each place almost at the same time they knock on a door.

They're here to deliver a package.

lantern_kid:

17 years ago, a zombie invasion of New York City led to Hal Jordan to find an abandoned infant. Eventually, this infant was adopted by Jordan.

While Henry's exact birthdate is believed to be October 24th, he generally celebrates on the day his father found him... and this means he doesn't hold back when he throws his Halloween parties.

He's dressed as a zombie Hugh Hefner as he carefully checks over the snacks and drinks. People should be arriving soon. The decorations are all in place: black walls, different colored lights in each room, a strobelight by the dance floor, balloons and streamers, corpses and skeletons...

People should be arriving soon, and Henry is thrilled. He's got some cute people coming, both superhero-kid and civilian, and he's looking forward to seeing people mingle.

catchmeifyoucan:

Bendytimed to late September, early October

The cake's on the kitchen counter and everything's ready. The food is on a long table in the living room, various snacks and assorted boxes of pizza. Fun, upbeat, lively music plays in the background.

Invitations have been sent out weeks in advanced and the West house is ready for a slew of guests.

And Iris...is ecstatic. Ever since she was a little girl, she's dreamed of this. Her Sweet Sixteen. Well...technically her and Jai's Sweet Sixteen...even though Sweet Sixteen always seemed like a girl thing anyway so did that make it what, a Sour Sixteen or something for him?

Anyway....

Technical terms aside, she was as hyperactive as ever, in her brand new light blue dress and white ballet flats. Invitations had been sent out to everyone, family and friends alike.

A wide grin on her face, she zipped around the room, making sure that everything was perfect, and avoiding tripping over Jai, who was reading a book (like always) on the floor in the living room.

The doorbell rings, and her grin widens.

"I'll get it!"