atomic_legacy:

 Jacob finds himself surfing the internet, not even aware he's AOL Instant Messenger was on.

atomic_legacy:

Jacob's actions, or inaction as he saw it, during the incident with the Titans still ate away at him. The old fears hadn't really faded, at least not in his mind. He still felt sick to his stomach at the idea of fighting, particularly with metahumans involved.  Still, even with potentially the world at stake, what had he done? He quietly moved into the JSA's training room and eyed the equipment present. It wasn't as if he never tried to learn what it meant to be a superhero..but there was a difference between learning physical skills and learning a whole other mindset. He sat on a workout bench, wondering just what it was he was willing to do.

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.

littleladylord:

Cindy was proud of the festivities she'd set up.

The game was projected onto one wall of the huge atrium the party was taking place in, with plenty of comfy seats facing it. It was only polite, after all.

More important was the food. Tables of chips, veggies, wings (with three different types of dressing), muffelettas (it's a New Orleans occasion this year. Thematic), and chili rolls. Cindy was especially proud of the chili rolls; there was one row marked 'Regular' and one row marked 'Queen' The latter row had a stack of pens and informed-consent waivers in front of it.

There was also a small end table full of party favors for everyone. In celebration of commerce, they were $10 gift cards, each for somewhere she thought fitting for the person the card was marked for.

Cindy likes parties.

littleladylord:

Glossy, colorful invitations went out to, delivered to homes if she had personal addresses, team bases if she didn't.

It was an Event of the Season for the most concentratedly commercialized day of all: Super Bowl Sunday. An all-day bash centered in the main atrium of the New Guardians headquarters in Chicago.

"Come celebrate the triumph of capitalism!" The invitations proclaim. "-- and one football team or another, if you like. Transportation provided if necessary. Refreshments fabulous."

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:

After she'd visited Cat, Layla had put in a quick call to her Dad to tell him that she was back in the states, and that she'd be back in St. Roch in a couple of days. She then decided to head on over to the JSA Brownstone, to see if they wouldn't mind her crashing there for the night. It'd been a long time since she'd been over there, having been away in Egypt for the past year. Still, it wasn't as if she'd never stopped by before, or made the annual appearance at the occasional cookout with her dad.

Layla made her way up to the door, suitcase and bag with costume, mace, and wings in hand. Layla rang the doorbell and waited.

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.

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.

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?"

botmaster:

Even with ever thing that had happened recently Mikey still felt Mickey needed to celebrate her eighteenth birthday which being a Dugan of course met throwing her a surprise party at the Brownstone. Everything was set up for being a rather nice birthday party followed by fourth of July party. He had brought out some new bots and a couple of modifications to bots he had recently done to try and spice up the party.

Given how Mickey had died and come back this year and just losing her best friend Mikey went a bit above and beyond his usual gifts. Mikey had taken the frame of an old Volkswagen bug convertible and rebuilt it from scratch. He hadn't added anything fancy to it for him as he didn't know what she would like and figured those could be additions for later.

When Mickey opened Mikey's gift she would find a car key with a note to check the garage. Once she did check the garage she would find the car there looking brand new with a big bow on the hood.

hawkgirl:

Rex was never around.  It was nice, generally, in the 'I get to do whatever I want' sense of things, but Nic had to admit it was weird and sad, too.  She never saw her brother anymore and for a little while she was considering some sort of epic bad behavior to get his attention.  Underage drinking was always a good option, after all, but something came up first.  The theft at the museum opened up a great opportunity, both to get some Hawk action with her brother and also to be badass.  So, after Wendi left and Nic was able to sort out her leads, Nic sent her brother a quick text.

Shadow Thief stole the Dimensionimeter.  Heading to Westfield Park to hunt him down.  Bring the Claw.

And then she was off, taking to the sky to go track down and kick some bad guy ass.

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.

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.