The Universe's Mixer

She'd put off doing anything while she decided what exactly to do about it, but Megan had come to a decision. She needed to look for these Justice League people.

Really, how hard could it be? If they were anything like the superheros back home, she wouldn't be able to throw a rock without hitting one. Or a person who would complain about how a one hadn't been there to stop the rock from hitting, or how superheros were nuisances who ruined lives and threw rocks everywhere. She kept an ear to the ground, metaphorically speaking.

And then she just started asking people who came into the House of Coffee if they'd ever heard of the Justice League because patience was overrated.

So all right, it weirded some of the customers out, but a few were happy to give her all sorts of opinions and tell stories of where they'd been when a giant monkey or something attacked (and seriously, how had she missed that? It sounded... well, memorable, if not actually awesome, since the giant monkey sounded kind of freaky) or assorted other run-ins. She actually started skimming the newspaper that was left out for borrowing on the counter every morning for mentions.

Maybe she should just put out a personal ad, she thought. "16 y/o former superhero seeks current superheros for q&a. No funny business." Except that was probably just asking for disaster. Like, Craigslist personals disaster.

No personal ad, then. She kept asking around at work and flying instead of teleporting, because seriously, you'd think wings would be like a big beacon of "Hi there, please talk to me!" to people with superpowers.

Hank trudged into his lab in the JLC headquarters slowly, looking around and feeling a shiver go down his spine. He hadn't been here in weeks, hadn't even contacted anybody. He knew it wasn't the most responsible way to handle things, but after realizing there was no way to reverse what his serum had done to him he'd retreated to his apartment and not even noticed that so much time had passed.

Once he had, though, and had also run out of food, he realized that it was ridiculous to stay cooped up for so long. He needed to return to his work; he'd promised to care for a team of superheroes and there was a vampire on the loose. He also wouldn't be able to study how to reverse what he'd done to himself unless he was back in his lab.

So he was back, using his newfound senses and increased agility to avoid running into anybody until he got to his lab.

He was now in a clean pair of sweatpants and a sleeveless undershirt, which still was less than comfortable packing all of his fur in but it was all he could come up with to remain decent and covered.

Once he got into the lab he naturally picked up his white coat and put it on, though he realized quickly that it was too small. Another little jab at his self image. He put the coat down and then went to his coffee maker, turning it on before sitting to write an email to the team.

Apologies for the unexpected absense. I've returned.

- Hank

It took him nearly twenty moments to work out, but finally he hit send and then went to pour himself a cup of coffee. He'd need to get himself a bit more centered before the inevitable encounter with his teammates. Might not be today, if his past time in the lab was any indicator, or it might be very quickly if somebody needed him or was upset by his absense. Either way, he wasn't looking forward to it.