DC Next Generation Roleplay

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."

greeniebean:

A couple of weeks ago, Mickey had stopped by the JSA Brownstone. Even when there wasn't an actual team around, the museum portion of the Brownstone was still open. Plus, being a legacy, she could stop by whenever she wanted and visit. And get cookies. Even when there was no team, there was at least someone taking care of the building to make Mickey cookies. Right now, it was Maxine. Mickey had visited for a couple of hours with her, eating cookies, chatting about Wicked, and watching Maxine's tiny terrors chase around her poor husband Tommy around the kitchen.

And that's when Mickey got her brilliant idea. She'd missed the JSA. She'd missed being on a team that felt like family, missed living in a place that was basically a second home to her. She'd practically grown up in the Brownstone. Besides, the JSA had been around for forever, basically. That in itself had to be a good enough reason to reform, right?

So, she spent the next couple of weeks getting everything together. She had a Plan. She had people in mind. She could do this. She'd known everyone that she had in mind for the team her entire life. One of them, she shared a bed with, even.

Of course, Nic knew from her plan right from the start, and since she was the best girlfriend ever, was more than supportive of her. She had three others in mind, and five was a good start. She'd called Cat and Iris, and managed to coax Rex out of whatever hole where he was being dark and broody. She told them to meet her at the Brownstone with the promise of cookies and pizza.

Mickey waited with Nic in the meeting room, with all the food set out. She was a little nervous, but fairly confident.

smashtime:

Seeing as her father hadn't made it home for Thanksgiving Nic hadn't had to argue with over about turkey. She hated it (the wings thing) and preferred ham. She'd made a ton of it and now had a ton of leftovers so she sent out a blast text to her friends.

Lots of leftovers at my place. Come eat and play Xbox with me.

coldsmith:

It was just past closing at Warriors, and Petra had helped herself and her guest to one of the top-shelf bottles of brandy.

"I'm tellin' you, Mick.... guys can't do anything without us. 'S adorable, really."

greeniebean:

Mickey had the day off from classes. So did Nic. There was only one way they were going to spend the day. Shopping and generally running around the city.

Mickey was up bright and early. She let Nic sleep in for a little bit longer while she made breakfast. Eventually, she just let the smells waft up, hopefully luring her girlfriend out of sleep and into the kitchen.

Waking up Nic by herself was never a good idea.