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.

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.

brightestknight:

Lee arrived at the Brownstone. He had been away for a while visiting Uncle Greg at his ranch. Greg wasn't really his uncle but his dad and him were really close. It had been a really nice trip and he had gotten to ride horses every day he was there. Something he didn't get to do to much of in the city.

His sword was on his back as he opened up the front doors and walked inside he had hoped to do some training while he was there.

dc_holiday:

The Brownstone was decorated to the hilt and there was definitely a festive spirit in the air. Presents were piled up under the large decorated tree. Mistletoe was placed in strategic places and lights twinkled and shined. It was the season of joy and togetherness and this year faces that had been missing last year had returned. It was a time to celebrate and a time to enjoy the company of friends and loved ones.

The Justice Society, former members and current, came together for the holiday to renew ties and friendships.

brightestknight:

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

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

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

botmaster:

Mikey, Courtney and Pattie were all fairly used to the big surprise parties Pat like to throw for them every year on their birthdays. It was always a big event Pat would invite everyone he knew in the superhero community and any other friends his kids might have. There usually was a big showing for these parties to considering how big the guest list was. Plus Mikey, Courtney, and Pattie liked making bets about how Pat was going to try and surprise them that year. Still the parties were always fun as one part Birthday party, one part BBQ, and one part reunion.

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.

greengenes:

It was Zandor's birthday, and Mickey wasn't going to let the birthday of a friend go uncelebrated. She got him a fifty dollar gift card to whatever he wanted with it, and made sure that the cake was chocolate.

3x2_9yz_4a:

The Tyler clan had come to the JSA Brownstone.  Wendi entered first, holding on very tightly to the hand of two year old Beth, followed by 17 year old Belle, 15 year old Danette, who was herself holding the hand of eleven year old Matt.

Ever since the time some of the surviving old Injustice Society members had tried to kidnap then then two year old Wendi and her just born sister Belle, it had become a rule that when another kid was being born, the other kids all went to the Brownstone.  Uncles Jay, Alan, and Ted, along with some of the Infinity Inc. generation and possibly Wally West as well, were providing some security at the Keystone City hospital where Jesse was giving birth.

"Okay guys," Wendi said, "you know the drill.  Best behavior, don't touch anything.  Belle, Danette, no flirting with Rex, Mikey, or anyone else.  Matt, I'm pretty sure Cat will throw you out the window if you try the catnip mouse thing again.  Am I understood?"

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.

botmaster:

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

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

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

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

yourkingismine:

Angie stepped out of the shower after her workout in her apartment in Baton Rouge, steeling herself for what had to come next. She despised being shot, but she preferred it greatly to being stabbed. Sadly, one of those was going to have to happen for this plan to work. After reading the file on her target, she was pretty sure he'd know a self-inflicted wound versus an actual one, so she'd have to find someone she could trust to shoot her without killing her. Then, she would have to get to the Brownstone in enough time to not bleed to death and pray to god /he/ was there.

( Read more... )

night_owl:

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

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

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

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

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.

dc_adult:

It was one of the hardest things that anyone would have to do, but Todd Rice and his partner Damon Matthews were at the JSA Brownstone, with a couple of boxes in hand to get Mickey's belongings out of her room and bring them back to Kyle and Jennie. It wasn't fair to ask them to do it, as they were still adjusting to the fact that their child had been murdered by a psychopath who had an axe to grind with Kyle. It wasn't fair to Mickey, to have her life be taken from her at such a young age, and to have it taken so cruelly. And it certainly wasn't fair to her parents, to lose their child so suddenly.

Todd held Damon's hand as they made their way through the Brownstone to Mickey's room. Todd opened the door to his niece's room, a knot forming in his chest as they walked in. There were posters on the wall of bands and movies that Mickey liked, some clothes scattered on the floor here and there, a couple of stuffed animals on the bed, and framed pictures of her and her friends lined the dresser, nightstand, and book-selves.

"You going to be okay, honey?" Damon asked Todd, squeezing his hand, as Todd looked around the room, the knot in his chest getting tighter.

"Yeah..." Todd said, choking on his words a little. "I'll be fine."

The two men put their boxes on the bed, and started to go about clearing things out, Damon making his way to the closet, and Todd stared to clear out the dresser drawers. They had left the door open.

dc_holiday:

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

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

dc_holiday:

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greengenes:

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

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

dc_misc:

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

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.

greengenes:

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

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

botmaster:

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

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

injus_unlimited:

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

botmaster:

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

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

dc_titansofmyth:

Atlas, titan of myth and who once held the sky on his shoulders, stood outside the LexCorp manufacturing plant on the outskirts of New Orleans, LA. The Titans would not be beholden to any mortal. They were free and nothing would stop them. Zeus and his crew would be defeated and the Titans would once again rule as they were meant to.

Atlas moved toward the plant. Moments later there were fires and explosions rocked the plant.

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.

greengenes:

Mickey walked into the kitchen of the JSA Brownstone, in shorts and a bikni, the floating iPod deck that Mikey built her for her birthday behind her.

She was worried about Nic, but she didn't want to seem to hovery. She'd let her sleep in...and then haul her ass out of her room and drag her off to go clubbing later if she didn't surface by two.

But for now, it was a beautiful sunny day out, and Mickey planned to take full advantage of it.

But first, she needed cookies.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!"