DC Next Generation Roleplay

mariand_r:

Mar'i flashed her brightest smiled to the waiter as he delivered their drinks. "Oh! You are my favoritiest person!" she declared and picked up her drink. As he left, she winked at Martin over the rim of her glass. "You can be my favoritest person if you foot the bill, hmmm? This starving artist is thirsty."

turnonthelite:

2 months ago...

Rachel Turner had absolutely no idea what she was going to do.  The people at STAR Labs in Central City had been very kind to her, and they'd even kept her name out of the paper from the super-villain thing (and thank goodness no one had gotten a good picture of her during that mess).  And they'd been very good about studying what had happened to her, even given her clothing that actually converted into hard light when she did.

But did that mean she wanted to be a super-hero?  She wasn't so sure about that.  Even if she had saved some people that first time (which, she admitted, had felt pretty good), she wasn't exactly the type.  Most of the super-heroes around these days were the kids or grandkids of the previous generation of heroes, at least according to the rumor mill.

"Miss Turner?"

She looked up.  It was Topher, once of the interns at the Lab who'd been working on her case.   "The Flash is here to see you."

"See me?" she asked.  "But why...?"

"Couldn't say.  You want me to send him in?"

She hesitated.  Then again, you didn't live in Keystone or Central without a healthy admiration for the Fastest Men and Women Alive.

"Sure.  Send him in."

lonecowboy:

Justin was busy looking around the kitchen making a small mess. He had some fresh steaks from the ranch that he wanted to grill up but he couldn't find any matches or a lighter. He was still fairly new to the tower and they weren't in any of the places he would have though to put them.

"Rasum frasum no good lighter where are you," He says mostly to himself as he tore through a cabinet.

grandson_of_el:

John didn't get to Central City often, but when he did he always liked to hang out with Henry Allen. While John didn't embrace the whole heroic legacy when he was younger, that didn't stop him from making friends with several other children who grew up with a super-heroic parent. Henry was one of his closest friends and was well worth a trip to Central City every now and then. John was supposed to meet Henry at his favorite diner, a place called Big belly Burger. John checked his watch, wondering if maybe he had actually beaten Henry there.

mariand_r:

Checking her calendar, Mar'i realized the upcoming week had gig on the East Coast, including the Broodiest Gloomy City Ever. Even rainier than Rainier, not the best for the solar-powered. But, the city did have a few shining points and she dug out her phone to start texting.

Have a gig at the Bat-Cave bar on Thursday. Meet me afterwards or suffer the consequences. :P -Mar'i

lonecowboy:

Justin had only done a few outing with the Teen Titans so far. And so far it had been a blast. Though this time more literally than he was comfortable with.

There had been an attack on STAR labs in the city and though by the time they got there most of the attacks had already left. Which Justin thought was strange. But it didn't take him long to figure out why that was.

In the middle of one of the labs was a bomb. That stopped Justin in his tracks having never seen one before and he certainly had not idea how to disarm it.

the_runk_train:

"Oh come on!" Wally cursed. Kobra had put up several heavy weapon emplacements around the dock. They were trying to hijack some new military ship, and apparently they expected heavy resistance. "Shit!" Wally ran and jumped in front of a heavy mortar, protecting one of the nearby police cars.

"We need SWAT down here now!" One officer yelled. "And tell them we need snipers!"

If I was faster you guys could make some headway," Wally bemoaned.

"You're doing great, Brickhouse," the officer assured. "If you weren't here we'd have been pasted already. Hopefully our call ill get some more backup coming."

"Likewise."

grandson_of_el:

Whie John didn't "patrol" with the frequency his dad used to, he still made it a point to fly quietly over New York to check for emergencies. He didn't have the enhanced vision Superman had, so sometimes he had to fly fairly low in order to scan the rooftops.

"What?" He turned and thought he saw someone trying to break into the top of the local museum. He debated whether to call the police to let them know, but decided he should get a closer look to make sure this wasn't one of the world's metahuman thieves.

mariand_r:

A sturdy SUV cut through San Francisco traffic, leaving chaos and a flying Mar'i in its wake. The driver and crew had just broken into the Natural History's museum on jewelry and minerals, clearing out some of the finer pieces on loan. Those finer pieces also mean 'slagging the car to a halt' not an option. Mar;i shot bolts at the car's sides and back, keeping them on route. 'Supergirl, I am herding the getaway car in your direction, coming off of Hyde,' she called out and fired again to make the car turn right. 'Get ready.'

grandson_of_el:

John made himself the center target of the gunman holding up the bank. Most of the hostages had managed to get out when he and Rachel had arrived, but there were still a few left inside. He quickly sent her a message on his comm.

"Okay, Ray, I've got the attention of those up front. While I'm keeping their focus, check around the place for any gunmen they may have around back. Take them down if there are. We need to have another place to evacuate hostages."

the_runk_train:

Wally yawned as he made his way downstairs. He'd spent the night at the Tower in order to help finish unloading some new equipment donated by members of the Justice League. He made his way to the kitchen to grab a cup or orange juice from the kitchen. On an impulse he looked outside, and saw all white. Still groggy he shrugged and turned back to the fridge.

Hold up. Was that snow?

He glanced quickly back.

"Holy Moses! The heck is with the snow!?"

turnonthelite:

"I am never getting used to this," Rachel said, looking out at the view of Earth from the Watchtower's observation deck.

She'd been a member, no scratch that, "member in training" of the League for only two months now, and could almost wrap her mind along the idea of teleporting from STAR Labs, Central City to the League's headquarters on the moon, but nothing was going to make her get used to the view.

That she'd even been considered for anything to do with the World's Greatest Heroes was nothing short of amazing.  Some of these people had grown up together (based on what she could intuit from some of their conversations), and most of them had years, if not more, of experience on her.  And yet here she was.

Sure, she didn't have complete access to everything, information-wise, and didn't know the real names behind the masked faces of her teammates, but she accepted that.  You didn't give the intern who cleans the test tubes the passwords to top secret research files, after all.

But she had a Signal Device.  And she'd made great strides in controlling her powers, with the help of the League and STAR Labs.  And none of the other Rays out there had called her on using their name, so that was good too.

Not bad for a college student, when you thought about it.

mariand_r:

Mariand'r could have taken the transport tubes straight to the Tower, but she liked the view of San Fransisco and a little extra sunshine didn't kill her. "I have paaaaaastries from Paaaaris!" she sing-songed as she landed on the rec room level. "Really cute little place near a set in Montmartre, passed down mother-to-son. Making coffee to go with them, so shake a leg!"

young_swimmer:

One of the best things about the year so far was all of the rain the west coast was getting. The next best thing to being in the ocean was being outside in the rain. Cait sat outside of Titans Tower and played with the falling rain. A smile adorned her face as the drops fell.

crossbow_bat:

It had been a long week. Between Wayne Enterprises work and cape work, Maria needed to let loose. Karaoke and drinks was definitely called for. Maybe the bad guys didn't take a break, but she needed one in a bad way.

Her favorite bar was packed and loud, but perfect.

_green_lantern_:

It was a pleasant afternoon and things were peaceful. Until the sound of screeching tires came over the din of the traffic and the normal sounds of the city. The car careened into the intersection and smashed into a few others. It flipped and landed upside down. A woman started screaming and a baby cried.

It was time to play the hero. Dex brought his hand up and...his ring was blue. Blue?

notsolilmermaid:

Tula really liked weekends where Mikal's parents went away. Not that she didn't love Mikal's parents or anything. She did. They just couldn't get up to their usual shenanigans with his parents around. Or they could, but they wouldn't be as fun.

When she woke up that morning, Tula felt...different. Weird different. As in something felt wrong. Very wrong.

Her magic was gone. She didn't know how, but it was. That, and she could breathe air normally somehow. Her hands fluttered to the sides of her neck. Yup. Her gills were gone. How, she had no idea. Her magic being gone was one thing, but losing her gills and apparently not being Atlantean anymore? Ever weirder.

But part of her felt...stronger? Like she could lift a building over her head and not break a sweat. Or arm-wrestle Clark...and possibly win.

"Poseidon's beard," she muttered under her breath, before turning over to wake up her still sleeping boyfriend. As much as she didn't want to move from his arms, she had to figure out what was going on.

The first thing she noticed when she turned was that Mikal suddenly had gills. Her gills.

"Umm, Mikal," she said, nudging him gently. "Wake up."

society_of_one:

They were gone.

Ty knows he should be worried. He knows he should be trying to figure out where they all went -- and he will.

But right now, thinking is hard. The equations make some sense, but not as much as they did. He's not thinking at light speed, and on five streams at once.

But he's also not having to struggle for control. There's no taunting voices at the edge of his consciousness. His emotions aren't dangerous. He's not having to devote any energy to shutting off Hammond's telepathy reaching out for other minds.

It could all be dangerous, sure. But he needs a few minutes for things to just be quiet.

So he walks out on the water, feeling it still reaching out to him - and without thinking much about it, he walks on water, turning the path to ice as he goes, just enjoying the sound of the waves lapping on the shore, and the taps of his footfalls on ice that melts again behind him, and nothing else.

It's only when he sees motion in the water, the sea life near where they live, that the blessed silence has another, dire implication.

"Cait!"

demon_kin:

The door appeared so normal it brought her up short. Kathryn checked the writing on the page, the address, the entire hand drawn map, and then the door in front of her. She had not expected... expectations. There had not been time in which to foster such thoughts.

Yet, Kathryn had not come so very far to stare at a door. She knocked.

elongatedgirl:

Next to April Fool's, Annie really loved Halloween. Every year, she threw a Halloween party, and she always went all out. And luckily, with help from Avia, this year was no different. The only difference was instead of her throwing it at her family house in Opal City, like she'd done every year, this year, she threw it in Star City, and her and Keith's new place.

Annie was dressed as Princess Leia this year. And not Slave Girl Leia. She had a Slave Girl Leia costume, but that was reserved for Keith for later.

Once she made sure that everything was set up, Annie waited for guests to arrive.

noclownsallowed:

Lucy had grown accustomed to sitting in her room moping since her mother died. She'd spent pretty much the entire summer holed up in her room, lying in bed and staring at the ceiling. She'd only come out for meals, and when her Aunt Susie dragged her out and made her be social. Auntie Pammy and Uncle Eddie had swung by a couple of times to check on her, but she'd gone to her room as soon as they'd left.

She'd only gone back to karate classes when her aunt told her that she needed to do something productive, or else she was going to send her to grief counseling. Lucy didn't want to have some counselor tell her that she was sad. All she wanted was her Mom, safe and alive. But she'd been taken from her. By a psychopath. A psychopath that was her father...but Lucy didn't like to think on that. She'd find the Joker, and she'd make him pay for what he'd done to her mom. No one believed her, but Lucy still knew that it was the Joker. Her mom was too good to get killed by some random mugger.

She started to throw herself into searching for signs of the Joker. She'd gone to Arkham a couple of times and pestered the guards. Now, whenever she set foot on the property, they escorted her out. So, Lucy took to putting on a ski mask and going out at night, looking for anyone who might have some sort of lead. And she'd broken up a couple of muggings along the way...and nearly gotten stabbed a couple of times. There were vigilantes everywhere in Gotham, and most people just assumed that Lucy was one of them.

Which got her thinking...she needed a better costume. But what? Her mom's was upstairs in the attic, but when she tried it on, Lucy felt sick to her stomach. Harley Quinn tied her back to the Joker...and Lucy didn't want that at all. No, she didn't want anything to do with the man that murdered her mother. She had to be something else. But what?

Fate intervened when Lucy had been heading home from the grocery store the other night. Walking by the back alley on her way back home, she saw it there, hanging out of the dumpster. The Batgirl costume. It smelled funny, and looked a little worse for wear, but Lucy grabbed it anyway. Was taking a costume found in the dumpster of Sal's Pizza the most hygienic idea? No...but seeing it there had given Lucy an idea. Besides, she was going to wash it. A lot.

Lucy managed to fix the costume up a little bit, and got it to not smell anymore. Plus, she washed it about ten times, so there probably weren't any diseases clinging to the fabric or anything. Hopefully. It fit her perfectly, much to her surprise. But Lucy knew that she couldn't just put on a Batgirl costume and run out into the night. That would get her killed. She might be new to the heroing gig, but Lucy wasn't completely stupid. She needed some gear...and she needed a loan to get it. Someone who wouldn't really pry into it, and definitely wouldn't tell Aunt Susie.

She had to answer about a billion crazy riddles, but she managed to get some money for a decent set of some start up gear from her Uncle Eddie. She didn't question where he got it from. Besides, she knew that Uncle Eddie was straight these days. Mostly. But, like with her Auntie Pammy, Lucy figured out at an early age that it was best not to ask. She brought a grappling hook, a taser, some steel-toed boots, night vision goggles, pepper spray, and a voice modulator. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

Sneaking out hadn't been easy that night. Aunt Susie had suspected that Lucy had been acting strangely lately, and she had to shake her. She'd told her Aunt that she was going to her friend Becky from the gymnastic team's house, and that they were having a sleepover. Her Aunt seemed excited that Lucy appeared to be getting back to her old self. Lucy had told Becky that she was going out with a guy that she liked, but her Aunt didn't approve of, and Becky said that she'd cover for her.

And that's how Lucy went out on her first patrol. And so far...so good.

Okay, so she was getting her butt kicked, but who was keeping track, really? It was her first night now, and she didn't expect the guys holding up the gas station to be so huge. Or have guns.

So...yeah. The heroic Batgirl was hiding not-so heroically behind a counter, trying not to get shot.

_green_lantern_:

Even Dex would have to admit that he couldn't live on pizza alone. As much as he loved the cheesy tomato-y goodness that was pizza, he couldn't remember the last time he ate something other than pizza. That meant it was time to go find something else for dinner.

Going out for dinner alone was just something that wasn't done on Earth, or so it seemed. Dex headed over to Rose's place to see if she wanted to go to dinner with him.

He knocked lightly on the door to not scare the inhabitants.

crossbow_bat:

It was a rare morning where Maria wasn't hungover and Maria decided to swing by Thomas' apartment to see if he wanted a ride into work. Since he had been staying at his apartment more, she didn't see him as frequently as she used to and she did miss him.

Of course she didn't knock. Instead she picked the lock, she had to keep her skills sharp, and walked in.

"Hey dork!" he called out.

elongatedgirl:

Annie decided that this year, she was throwing a Halloween party. Of course, generally speaking, she threw one every year. But this would be the first year she didn't throw it at her parents' house. This year, she was throwing it at her own place. Well, her and Keith's place, as it was his apartment that she'd moved into. But still, Keith was cool with it, and she proceeded as usual.

And she'd invited over Avia to help her plan. Annie always went all out on Halloween, and Avia was always great to ask for help.

"Okay," she said, looking down at her laptop. "'Blood punch'...too gross-sounding, or should I just make it with vodka and throw some candy body parts in it?"

demon_kin:

It took her two full minutes to realize it was over. The child had fled early in the fight, luckily, before one of the ruffians that had been chasing him pulled a gun on her. She had merely inquired after the sudden disturbance and found herself in the middle of very uneven odds. Five against one.

It had not been the most aesthetic victory. She had not even realized she was in a fight for much of the first half. They were raucous and disorganized, more harm than help to each other. The knife biting across her forearm had cleared any misconception. She had donned the helmet, not even sure as to why. It had felt appropriate. They answered with laughter and a gun. However, seeing a bullet stopped point blank by a blot of solid darkness had apparently been their breaking point. They ran.

She had not noticed. That had been two minutes ago. The gun's report echoed in her ears, in her chest. She struggled to fill her lungs, sliding down the rough alley wall. It was good to know that worked, at least.

_manasa_:

Carolyn slipped on a light jacket and grabbed a bottle of water. She was beginning to feel like the walls were closing in and needed some fresh air.

softersteel:

Jo was watching Anastasia for the 8th time this week. Her five-year-old voice might have been slightly squeakier than intended for most of the songs, but she was a fast learner, and it was working out fairly well.

the_hyper_teen:

Virgil supposed this was as ready as he could hope for. He'd invited Kim over to the hovel he'd procured in his civilian guise (read: two-bedroom apartment in a pleasant area of the city. He had take-out from Forever Burger being kept warm in the oven, and milkshakes being kept chilled in the freezer. He'd lit some candles and procured some colorful native weeds to spruce up the dining area with. He didn't know why these prickly invasives were so prized, but American culture seemed to put some stock in them.

He'd started floating from one end of the room to the other, after realizing his pacing might do damage to the floor.

young_swimmer:

Cait never had a sibling before. Even an alternate dimensional sibling. When Keith had told her that she had a brother she had been a little surprised. Thankfully Cait took surprises better than her father.

Curious, she had to go meet him. Keith said he had been hiding out in the basement of the Outsiders HQ. She took a deep breath and descended the stairs.

ms_miracle:

Life, for Avia, was going pretty dang well.  Her career and charitable foundation were doing amazingly, she was going to be getting back to touring soon, and she was still having some pretty mind blowing sex.  Even things on the super-hero front had been pretty amazingly calm.

Which was why she was puzzled when Varon, of all people, had called her out of the blue and asked to meet.  She knew he was dating K'hymmy, in some kind of secret identity (the glasses only worked for Clark, thank you).  But as far as she knew, that relationship was going well. 

So she was hanging out on the balcony of her penthouse hotel room, waiting on him.

Something, as they say, was up.

coldsmith:

Okay, so, if you wanted to get technical about it, they were probably a little too buzzed to be doing this legally, but Petra knew a guy who knew a guy, so they were able to get the gear set up. Her constitution already had her coming down from impaired to just pleasantly buzzed, so she was confident as she helped Max into the jumpsuit, enjoying the cool updraft over the edge of the bridge.

"You ready for this, stud?"

anti_venom:

Back in Gotham after another mission. More bodies, more blood on his hands because the government wants to be able to disavow any knowledge of the international incident. He tried making a couple calls, left a message - and then went to look up Jose Cuervo at the usual dingy little place in one of the worst neighborhoods in Gotham.

crossbow_bat:

"Okay," Maria said to Cat as she held up her shot glass. "The goal for tonight is to get as shitfaced as we can possibly get. Along with doing things we'll regret when we're sober."

semievilgenius:

It hadn't been long since Max flopped onto the couch. He had spent the better part of several hours cataloging his various projects. Saving the more promising ones for later tinkering while discarding the more impractical ones. Now, he was just taking a moment to just NOT think.

martianflame:

It had been a weird few months so J'anna had done what she usually did when things got a little overwhelming for her. She left for Mars. Though she always tried to maintain that she was more not-Martian than Martian (and thereby leaving the real Martian-ing to her father and sister) it was completely undeniable that it was the red soil of Mars that brought her back to center. This made Mars the perfect vacation destination. It was her own personal beach out nestled in the stars, no tourists. Bliss.

J'anna returned calm, happy, and even a little witty. After unpacking and taking care of a few things at her apartment she sat down at her computer and logged back into her social media accounts.

Posted to Facebook:

I think these Mars One folks could benefit from expert and insider knowledge if they attempt the journey. Would it be cheating for an actual Martian to apply to go? #JannaToMars #ReturnOfTheMartian

crossbow_bat:

Maria opened an eye an immediately regretted it. The sunlight streaming in through window seemed ten times brighter than normal. The sledgehammer pounding her skull in was relentless and Maria winced against the pain. She swore she'd never drink that much again, but it was an empty promise. She said it every time she drank and broke it every single time.

Maria groaned and regretted the making the sound. Hangovers sucked.

penny_legacy:

Thomas had told Joslyn that a friend would be over to evaluate the conditions of the mansion's "internal technologies". Thomas had assured her that this Dinah Kord was a friend and someone in the know regarding the Wayne family's secrets, so Joslyn would have little to worry about. Just be on-hand should the young lady need anything. Joslyn checked her watch: Shouldn't be long now.

fearthenight:

Last night had been one of his nights off, which was rare. But there had been an event to go to, the classic black tie sort of thing that was important to show up to and make nice for business reasons. But at least Polly had been there so he could talk to her in between society ladies. The plan had of course been to have enough champagne and finish the night at the penthouse.

But waking up, it became clear to Thomas that things had not exactly happened like that. They were in bed, yes, but both fully dressed except for their shoes. He had an arm around her and she had her head resting on his shoulder.

Had they just...gone penthouse and slept?

greeniebean:

Pride had to be Mickey's favorite time of the year. It always made her happy to see the entire LGBT community out, loving and supporting one another, and being proud of who they were, and unashamed. And with the recent ruling of the Supreme Court, the mood was especially elated. Mickey attended NYC Pride with Nic even before they got together, and every year since they'd been together since. They marched in the parade, and always went to as many post-parade parties as they possibly could.

This year, they were being recognized for not only being two out and proud LGBT members of the superhero community, but for everything that they as advocates for LGBT rights. Mickey and Nic did everything that they could to help LGBT teens, having both gone through coming out in their teenage years. They organized rallies for equality, done interviews for Out Magazine, and supported several charities to help raise awareness against bullying. They were riding up front with the grand marshals, and Mickey couldn't be more excited.

The parade was going wonderfully, and she was enjoying herself, and having the best time she'd ever at Pride.

And then, her girlfriend surprised her by asking a question in the midst of all of celebrating.

Mickey paused. She thought she heard her right, but it was very loud. She blinked. Once. Twice. Three times.

"Repeat that again," she said. "I think I need to hear that again."

compassionsaw:

Pippi heard that Jo was going to be joining the super crowd, and she has a little time free. So of course she wants to help!

Jo would receive an urgent message through channels, giving her a time and meeting place.

_green_lantern_:

Dex was a bloody mess. Blood came from his nose and from a cut above his one eye. Bruises were forming on areas around his face and his one eye was almost swollen shut. Dex forgot he had monitor duty and had gone to a fight. He won of course, but now he was in HQ looking a mess.

crossbow_bat:

It was one of those days where everything could go wrong, did go wrong. Work had been a bear, complete with a lecture from Bruce. Her night job had been just as bad. Three different muggings stopped and the only thing she got from it was a bruised, or possibly cracked rib. She just needed some time to decompress and relax. She knew exactly where she could find what she needed.

She knocked on Mike's door.

ms_miracle:

Avia accepted the water bottle from one of her stage hands, and peeled off her mask before pouring it over her head.  She wrapped the offered towel around her shoulders, and took a swig from the follow-up bottle.  "Thanks, Roxie," she said.

She spied Max amongst the backstage crew who was breaking down and packing up the gear from her latest Vegas show, under her Uncle Oberon's supervision.

"What'd you think?" she asked him.

boy_of_tomorrow:

Jon hasn't had a chance to spend real time with his sister in a while. Since his last conversation with Maria, he's realized he's been remiss in general on some things. He's proud of Jo actually stepping out a little to declare herself a hero - and now, having reviewed some video, he has some ideas for helping her with the skills and powers she does have.

"Alright, so I know you've been doing some speedster patrols. I want to try a couple things with you here, and see if we can't make you even more effective on watch."

demonform:

It had been a while since he had seen Maria so he figured he would give her a call and see what she was up to.

He dialed her number and waits for her to kick up.

_cantcatchme_:

Iris grabbed the half gallon of peanut butter double fudge, a spoon and a glass of water. It was movie night and she was about to settle in and watch Star Wars. She flopped on the couch and grabbed the remote.

littleladylord:

Cindy Lord was a superheroine. She'd worked hard to become so, though much of it was just administration of living arrangements, basic training, and search-and-rescue operations for her little crew.
Still, having succeeded a bit in that field was still not nearly as surprising, sometimes, as having a girlfriend.

Cindy had tried to plan halfway between each other's comfort zones tonight. For the first segment of the evening, steak dinners.

khym:

K'hym had shown up at J'anna's place, fortunately bearing gifts.  Oreo Blizzards, with extra Oreo bits.  

Because she was there to share the gift of ice cream.  Not because she had ulterior motives involving girl-talk type questions.

Definitely not that.

Nope.

Ice cream!

young_swimmer:

Cait sat on the shore near the Titans' Tower enjoying a few moments of quiet. Wedding plans were making her crazy and she needed some downtime. Hope and her pod were playing the the bay and they made Cait smile with their antics.

softersteel:

Jo showed up bearing apple cobbler.

"Hey, Max? Can we talk about something weird?"