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.

madeofgoesfast:

Once they're past the party, Jai, Iris and Cindy receive notifications of a time and place to meet for Speedforce Productions' initial set up meeting. Tess, of course, is invited, but doesn't need anything so formal. Steven even set up the twins' invitations to be on West-Allen time, so they should end up showing up around the time everyone else does.

He's rented out the party room of a pizza place in Keystone, where he can set up a projector and big screen and provide space for laptops and the like, after making sure the place had free wifi. Food is provided as a part of the meeting, with a few different types of pizza and a few different pitchers of soda, all labeled, are set out on the table.

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."

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.

madeofgoesfast:

Steven has discussed the details with Tess, and gotten his girlfriend's approval of his idea for generating income and helping her charitable projects. That was, in fact, an absolutely critical step considering exactly what he was planning to do. A critical step if he wanted to live, anyway.

The next step involves getting someone he's less familiar with involved - but he thinks he has something to offer. Using the JSA's contact directory, he calls Cindy Lord.

fairplay:

Miss Terrific strode through a Queens neighboor in broad daylight, in full uniform, hair up so the Fair Play logo was adequately displayed on the back of her jacket. They'd divided up, two by two, Jacob back at the Brownstone to work on equipment and keep an ear out for emergencies elsewhere in the city. Each had their assigned routes -- Tess had portioned them out when she'd called them together for it, since she hadn't expected anyone else to memorize the complicated schedule she'd devised to ensure no one would ever come up with a way to 'game' the JSA's visits to particular neighborhoods. No dates or times would be predictible. This open, daytime presence, talking to people, finding out what was going on, could happen at any time.

There was more to this game than just showing up when the bad guys did.

After a quick friendly chat with some of the local kids at the playground, Tess grinned at her partner and walked along. "Nice, brisk weather and everything," she said.

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."

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.

collateralmagic:

All in all, Alina is pretty fond of the desert. It’s local, beautiful, and full of large empty spaces where she can sling her spells about without worrying that something terrible is going to happen. She favors a particular bluff that’s hard to get to if you can’t fly and gives her a good view of the surrounding area – the last thing she wants is to accidentally turn a wandering idiot into some kind of crazy monster. Today though, she’s not out here to practice. She’s out here to try an experiment.

After the whole “Blackest Night: Redux” thing, Jaime Reyes had settled himself back into his life, albeit without the scarab and the super-powers. He hadn’t given up the good fight or anything, he’d made sure she knew that, but he wasn’t going to try and pull Khaji Da off of Dinah either. And really, Alina’s just glad that he’s not dead and putting his life back together. That’s not what she’s doing out here. What she’s doing is trying to find Black Beetle. Just because Jaime’s not dead anymore doesn’t mean that Alina’s going to let Black Beetle get away with murder.

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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.

littleladylord:

Finally, it was going to happen. The restaurant she'd booked came with countless high recommendations -- although a few complaints about the price tag that Cindy could happily ignore. It was a half bar, half 'soul food' establishment. And that included a great deal of cooking with bacon. And tonight was Karaoke night.

This was going to be fun.

She arrived at the browstone to pick up her girlfriend and their co-daters.

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.

maidofmight:

Santiago, Chile- Ten Minutes Ago

She /really/ wishes she could fly right now.

Being able to run at super-speed is great, but flying just seems so much faster than running and Jo Kent has no idea why she hasn't figured this out yet. Jon was flying without issue by the time he was her age and she was struggling with it. She pulls the street punks away from the young woman and her younger brother, tossing them into trash cans and dumpsters. She figured it was nice than what most people would do to them.

"Thank you!" the young woman says. "Who are you?" 

"I'm just trying to help." Jo says, unsure of another answer to give. "Now head home, please. And be careful."

Before the woman can speak again, Jo dashes off in a blur of speed toward her next destination.
 

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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_holiday:

Invites had been sent to the YJLA, JSA, Teen Titans, Outsiders, Birds of Prey, Shadowpact, and anyone affiliated with the various teams.

Once again, the time had come for the annual Christmas party at the Justice League Watchtower. The entire Watchtower had been decorated for the holiday, and there was more food than anyone could ever hope to eat. Some heroes attended in costume, while some were out. A giant tree stood in the center of the room, having been decorated earlier that day. There was also mistletoe, hidden in several clever locations.

It was time for everyone to celebrate and be with friends, and forget about any worries for a little while.

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.

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.

dc_titansofmyth:

Atlas walked across the tarmac toward the planes with the LexAir logo on them. He reached the planes and put a fist through the hull of the first one. He put his fist through it again and did it a few times more until the plane was full of fist sized holes. The people inside screamed with the first punch and started scrambling to get off the plane.

catchmeifyoucan:

Since the calendar had turned to the month of September, Iris had been counting down the days until their birthday. She'd been planning the party since back in June. Jai normally had no problem letting her handle the party planning itself.

She had invited all of the Titans, including Pipi and Mitzi, of course. And Jon, Corinna, Traya, Cindy, Jerry, Keith, Cerdian, and Wendi, too. And Riley, because if she didn't invite him, he'd probably tag along with Dinah anyway. She also told Cait that she could bring her mom along, if she wanted to get out of the Tower, and that her parents probably wouldn't mind the company at all. Jai probably invited some people too, though the guest list was pretty much the same between the two of them.

Everything was all set up, and Iris placed the wrapped package that had Jai's gift on the table where the other gifts would go. Grinning from ear to ear, she waited for everyone to arrive.

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.

geekgreek:

The Justice Society Brownstone kitchen was a frenzy of movement, but not movement of the Speed Force kind.

It was the movement of an excitable, if awkward, young man named Will freeman.

"Okay, the bacon's here...oh! They have lemon juice? Oooooooh! I'm making lemon pepper bacon!"

hawkgirl:

Nic sat on the end of her bed in the Brownstone with her mace on her lap, wings tucked and folded behind her and the incantation that Rex had taught her to hide the wings entirely firmly in place--an unusual thing for a girl typically extremely proud of her feathers.  She'd been back from the clutches of Tharok for a bit now, but she kept increasingly more to herself.  At first it was marginal, but bit by bit she stopped hanging out in the living room, stopped eating with others, stopped training, stopped going out and causing trouble.  Now if she escaped her room at all, it was to grab the bacon from the fridge and run back to her room.

Today, though, she hadn't come out at all. 

greengenes:

Mickey loved the Fourth of July for two reasons- first was for the giant barbeque that the JSA had every year at the Brownstone. The second was because it was also her birthday.

It was a joint party all day long, and at the end of the day, just before the fireworks were set off, everyone gathered around the picnic table and sang Happy Birthday to Mickey. She blew out the candles on the cake that her Grandma Molly had made for her, which had a flag on it and "Happy Birthday Mickey!" in red and blue frosting.

Mickey bit into a piece of cake as the fireworks began to go off. She was seventeen. Another year older, and another perfect birthday. It was nice to spend the day with family and friends.

madeofgoesfast:

Its been too long in coming, but things have been crazy for everyone. That, and getting used to this world and trying to even come up with one coherent set of memories has been difficult. Mickey is good inspiration though.

Steven shows up at her door with a dozen roses - he has no money, so he's had to collect them wild, but when anywhere in the world is five seconds away that's not so hard. He knocks on the door lightly and waits.

in_a_snap:

(Timebendyed so anyone can be involved)

Jerry had heard that there was suppose to be an amazing meteor shower tonight and the best place to see it was in the Arches National Park in Utah. He had let dad knew he was going to spend the night there which his dad was totally fine with.

After teleporting in with some basic supplies he started looking for a good place to watch it from. Teleporting around the park he saw a mesa that looked like he could get a great view from. He snapped his fingers and appeared in a flash of green at the top of the mesa.

What he saw up there was something that he Jerry Carr had trouble believing. There was a organic looking machine with little robotic drones eating the rocks. And one charged right at him.

Quickly snapping both hands he teleported away and teleported a boulder right on top of the drone crushing it. Jerry let out a sigh of relief until he noticed that the drones were now eating the boulder and forming even more drones.

This was bad and Jerry knew he could not handle this by himself and felt that it would be smart to call in as much help as he could.

Teleporting back to his stuff away from the mesa he grabbed his cell phone and started calling all of the people he knew who were superheroes to get as much help as he could.

notthelantern:

"Knock, knock! Anyone home in here?" Alex Rice-Matthews calls as he steps into the HQ of the Justice Society of America. Now, it's not strange that he does so. The kid spent a lot of time growing up there, is the grandchild of a founder, and the son of a former member. He's been there a lot.

What is different is the red and green uniform he's got on complete with his grandfather's logo on his chest. And the bright green ring on his finger. He's been doing his best to keep the fact that Grandpa Alan gave him his ring secret, wanting to surprise everyone. And now he's ready to reveal it, confident he's been training hard enough.

"Don't tell me everyone rushed out without me," he laughs and he closes the door behind him and looks around.

madeofgoesfast:

Run.
He wasn't even sure what he was running from, or to. It never mattered.
Run.
To run was to exist. To remember... something. Even if the images came in flashes and flickers.
RUN
He pushed, faster and faster, harder and harder, lightning crackling around him as he went. It didn't matter that his whole world was red-tinged shadows and ghosts of a life. To run was to live, to be.
RUN!
He pushed a little harder, moving at the wall that always turned him back. As he approached it, as always, he saw the most real images, every time he approached, he briefly felt something other than speed. He saw people, places, faces he knew that he remembered, somehow. But it always turned him back, even if it looked clear, like he should be able to pass right through it.
RUN!!
Not today. Faster, he had to go faster. He wasn't sure how he knew that, but he did. He gritted his teeth against the pain, and ran for the wall for all he was worth.

And then there was light, and gravity, and colors that weren't red and lightning. And there were walls.

All of it was startling. The light hurt his eyes, the sudden pull of gravity made his steps feel heavy and slow. A sudden awareness of a heartbeat threw off any rhythm he might have had. But despite it all, the wall was what hurt most of all. The one he hit at a high rate of speed after tripping over the edge of a tub, tearing through a shower curtain, which he's now wearing - only thing he's wearing, he half-realizes. The porcelain wall is full of cracks, and while he's as immune to heat as ever, he's smoking faintly, as he sits in someone's bathtub.

"Ow!"