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.

handofnabu:

A small town in upper New York state had been taken over by demons. That was when someone had come to put a stop to it. No lives had been lost that day. The magic had been reversed and the Doctor had been very kind to most of the people in the town.

Except for the young sorcerer who had been the source of the demons. They were a novice truly and had been given a very stern lecture on magic and taking care. This is the eighth sighting of Doctor Fate since his disappearance over a decade and a half ago. No one knows who this truly is or where he came from just that he has been showing up off and on since around Christmas.

He has not yet made contact with anyone from the old guard. It is almost March now and he is looking ready to depart now that he is done.

crossbow_bat:

Maria was at her other night job and Candy Starr was just about to take the stage. Tonight she was supposed to pass a jumpdrive to a fellow cape. His name was Mark Clearwater and he was associated with the JSA. Maria had never met him so this was going to be fun.

The jumpdrive had information on it about mafia families in his neck of the woods and hopefully with the information the JSA could do some cleaning up in their neck of the woods. Huntress had stolen it from a local family and had been surprised at the amount of information on it.

Maria took a deep breath and went out on stage.

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.

handofnabu:

He was the eldest current member of the JSA. Next came the lovely Cat. Now it wasn't often Mark was reminded that he was a little older. Mostly because when he ad started preparing for the Fourteenth he was constantly reminded that Cat was a fantastic woman.

Of course because Cat is a fantastic woman he decides he has to meet her parents. Why is he doing this alone? Is he seriously drunk?

Nope. He wants to explain his intentions for their daughter. Because he knows Cat is perfect. She might kick his ass for going alone if her parents tell her but in some ways Mark is just a bit old fashioned. And so he feels like he has to ask their permission first.

This is going to go just fine. He has no reason to be nervous at all.

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.

fairplay:

"Okay, people!" Tess claps her hands together slightly. "Today's for estimation of various kinds. Shazam. Jacob. I need each you to stand under those things over there and hold the 'roof' up as the pressure builds. Tell me how easy or hard it gets to be, and definitely tell me before it gets dangerous. Flash, please monitor the equipment like I showed you earlier. Wildcat, you and I are going to talk reflex work in a minute. Fate, take off the helmet, please. I want to talk to Just Mark."

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?"

atomic_legacy:


Jacob had been standing, contemplating the builiding in front of him for a good few minutes. He took a few more deeps breaths.

"You can do this, Rothstein. Suck it up."

With those words he walked up to the door, checking the address for the upteenth time. trying not to stare at his shoes. "Here goes nothing."

He knocks on the door.

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.

handofnabu:

Mark had been in the mood to drink. So he had. He was an adult and could do things like that. Except this beer had done something. He wasn't sure how much he had. Just that it seemed like a very good idea to go to the New York public library. Then it seemed like a good idea to organize everything by magic. Every book was put back in place. He hadn't meant to upset everyone by having it fly magically though as if the books were birds.

He also shouldn't have noticed how many books were missing. He should not have called up the spirits of past librarians and sent them to go fetch the missing books.

But he had. People were very upset and he found himself alone in a dark part of the library as the alcoholic haze began to lift.

And Mark felt very embarrassed and had a feeling he was going to get scolded by someone.

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.

green_lantern:

They appeared out of nowhere in space above Oa. The element of surprise was with them and for a brief moment there were no black lanterns to be seen.

"Alright boys and girls, it's time to do this. We win here or the universe dies."

No pressure at all.

green_lantern:

The group of lanterns were gathered around in a circle not far from the North Pole. Larfleeze was practically bouncing that they were so close to the Fat Man's workshop and Dex swore he would punch the orange lantern just to make him stand still for longer than two seconds. They had business to attend to first and then they could talk to the Fat Man about getting Larfleeze the promised presents.

They were going to create two rings of each color to help in the fight against the Black Lanterns. They would make more, but as it was the rings were only at half power. They would have to make do with what they had until they could find a way to get to Oa and see why the rings were depowered.

Dex looked around the circle. Each color had two more rings, red had three, added to the ranks. It was time to send them out. He nodded and the newly created rings were thrown up into the air. They immediately took off and started seeking out wearers.

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.

handofnabu:

It was after the funeral. Mark felt a little colder inside. He shouldn't have gone back to get a second look at the grave sight after everyone left. But Nabu had been louder than normal. That was starting to grate on his nerves a great deal.

He wondered if he was going mad at the grave yard but he had taken a long look with both his eyes and with magic and felt himself howling with rage he couldn't quite express. He had felt just where Darius' soul had gone. It was very strange just knowing what had happened

He couldn't leave Darius at the hands of the demons who took his soul on his death. He refused to let this go unanswered. He didn't want to fail the man who could have been his real brother if things had been different. What Mark did know is he couldn't do this alone so he picked up his cell phone and made a call.

Come on, pal. Pick up. Mark has no idea if he can do this on his own.

handofnabu:

He was sleeping when the dream came to him. It had been years since he had seen the only brother he had truly thought he had. He had been a very lonely boy. No family had truly welcomed him until he had been taken in by Duncan MacLeod and his wife Tessa. They had been very kind people. Tessa had been an artist while Duncan sold antiques. They had another foster boy by the name of Darius.

For some reason he dreams of them tonight. He dreams of the accident that took him away from them because Darius had told him while they waited in the group home to be put into different foster homes that he wanted to be a priest. He had no idea why the older boy had said that. But it rang in his mind.

Then he thought he saw Darius as an adult in what looked like priestly vestments. So his brother had spoken true. He was trying to help someone. Someone was in trouble.

Then there was fire and blood. Then death and Darius' eyes staring at him in the dim lights of a church and Mark wakes up screaming.

"DARIUS," he falls from his bed sweating and blinks when he hears the phone ringing. He picks it up with a tired voice.

( Phone calls and magic that isn't )

partdemon:

Mike had talked to Sindella about what the girls had been up to so secretly and may have used telepathy to read her surface thoughts and found out about Rate the Hunk. Sindella had not been very happy about that and made him swear not to ask anything more about that and that he was going to have to do something big to make it up to her.

But he had been given the idea to host a rate the babe event for the guys because that sounded like a ton of fun to him. Since he was done with classes for the semester he drove to metropolis to set things up for the party at his dad’s penthouse there.

He sent out invites to all the teams he knew about that they could come and also made a special note to the teleports to not try directly teleporting inside with the wards his dad had set up

.He then set up the projector for the photos and got enough food and drinks to feed everyone one then some.

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."

dc_holiday:

"As we express our gratitude, we must never forget that the highest appreciation is not to utter words, but to live by them." JFK

In America today is a day for being thankful for the things in people's lives. Today was a day to celebrate family, friends, prosperity and health with food, family and friends. It is a time to reflect on what is important us and to recognize the gratitude we hold for having those things in our lives.

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.

first_son:

The Titans of myth being freed from Hades goes beyond just the YJLA. The adults are also working on it, but haven't had a lot of luck, especially with so many of their number in semi-retirement. As such, Jon moved beyond his original plan to hold a meeting of his team, and called to invite representatives of the other teams as well, calling all active roster YJLA, and inviting the other teams to send 1-3 people so things didn't get too crowded. Then they can inform their people what's going on.


"So, folks, we have a big problem. The monsters and beings that have been appearing around the world were freed from the dimension Hades. We don't know how or by who. The Olympian gods have not been forthcoming, even to the Amazons, and even very powerful mystics have been unable to pierce the mystery... though past experience has taught us that's often the case with affairs of the gods. They limit their direct interference in mortal affairs, in exchange, mortals have a very hard time dealing directly with them. Sadly, even though the original Grecian Titans don't have any such compact, to learn what happened, we'd need to get past Hades' protections. The Greek gods may be incapacitated, or may be somehow bound by the compact of the gods. Its very possible that once the original Titans reached Earth, their captors couldn't directly interfere."

He sighs. "Direct confrontation isn't the likely answer. Single gods have fought groups including my father, Wonder Woman and a handful of other senior leaguers. Many of the Titans have the power of an entire team. The Titans are more powerful still - the only reason the Greek Gods defeated them was due to greater unity and better tactics. Don't mistake me - they can be beaten, but we're going to need a good plan, and possibly more allies and greater resources. At this point, I'm open to ideas."

dc_monsters:

Each year the The Denver Botanic Gardens created a corn maze. Each year the design changed and each year it is one of most attended corn mazes in the country.

It was natural that the minotaur from Grey Myth would show up in a maze and he made the Denver corn maze his home. Attendance quickly dropped off as people entered the maze and never came out. Authorities and the media appeared on the scene to see what was behind these disappearances.

dc_holiday:

The weather was absolutely perfect for holding a cookout.

Tables had been placed on the roof of headquarters and the large grill fired up to get nice and hot. Burgers, hot dogs, sausage, ribs, corn on the cob, pasta salad, salad and fruit salad were just some of the food available to eat. Soda, water, fruit juice and other beverages were on ice.

The JSA worked as a team to prepare the food. When they were ready, they carried it all outside and started their celebration.

It was a day of rest and relaxations for those who put their lives on the line for others.

botmaster:

Mikey had told his dad and step -mom that he didn’t want a surprise party for his birthday like they did every year. Though he knew it would do him any good but it would be nice to see everyone again.  He wasn’t sure how they all managed to fit into their house but they all did. It was the typical group of his friends, JSAers, former Infinity INCers, and some of Dad’s friends from the forties.

Earlier that day his dad had given him his gift a completely junked Shelby Cobra. The idea was to be a project for both of them to rebuild it with a few modifications that he and dad could come up with including flight. Plus it would work as a great way to distract him while his Step Mom, Patricia, and Courtney set thing up. Of course this did mean that Courtney had to drag out both Mikey and Pat with her Cosmic Rod when they were ready for them.

handofnabu:

Mark was frankly surprised. He hadn't even realized he hadn't taken care of the paperwork for the lease on his apartment. So with what little dignity he had he found himself staying at the brownstone.

It hadn't actually mattered. Since he was one of the older members of thew new JSA it actually made sense to stay around. Of course he still was deeply embarrassed he was currently homeless. He tried to not let anyone know about that. He was away early every morning for work and tried to stay out of everyone's way.

Then he had another patch of bad luck. The budget was getting cut. The library he worked at couldn't afford to keep him around. It sucked.

So instead of being perfectly reasonable about the bad luck he did NOT want to talk about he was drinking beer and eating dry cheerios.

Obviously he wasn't in a good mood. And he was going to have to learn to talk to someone on the team.

hawkgirl:

( This scene may be unsuitable for some viewers. )

warriorwilled:

Rex asked Aleea to take him to the Brownstone, rather than his place, or even  a hospital. He'd find a way to deal with the pain, but the important thing right now was finding Nicolette. He was still pissed at himself for letting Tharok take her and for losing in the first place. Now, he had to find her before Tharok decided to go after Mom and Carter.

Of course, if he called to warn them, he'd have to explain that Nic had been taken. Mom and Carter would be back in America so fast his head would spin, even if they had to fly across the ocean themselves.

Rather than start that chain of events, Rex limps into the Brownstone and starts looking for anyone who is around.

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.

handofnabu:

Mark normally didn't take time off from work. But he needed it after the past few months. Life had just turned weird on him. But that wouldn't stop him from enjoying his well earned vacation. He felt an odd draw to New York so that is where he would go for two weeks.

He wasn't having fun just yet but things were looking up for the vacationing librarian. He was trying to decide what to do with himself for the whole trip. That would take some thinking Of course the part of him that loved beer and bar food had him out of the hotel and prowling the city for someplace that would fit the requirements for what he was craving.

That would be fairly easy. Mark found himself at a table in Warrior's a short hour latter. He had pizza, beer, and people to take in while he relaxed.

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.

dc_misc:

It was mid-night in El Paso. The witching hour as some thought of it. While others wouldn't dream of thinking it that way. What did matter was the fact a group of oily socially awkward teenagers thought they could get something.

Something to make things easier. They didn't know what price they would have to pay for this. They didn't care. They just wanted a way to keep away the people they thought would kill their chances at going a week without being treated like nothing more than geeks.

They didn't know they just got themselves over their heads. They called up demons, not helpful spirits.

They were in trouble. Help would be needed if they were to survive the night.