PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

This is ridiculous. It's got to be the old man's fault I'm back, I told Wayne I was grounded and this happens? coincidence, doubtful. Mom grounded me for a century when I got back home the first time. I wonder what she'll do this time.I don't think I wanna know Unshway mega unshway. Think she'll believe "It's not my fault I ended up in a parallel universe fighting evil, and kicking vampire butt? Nah. I hardly believe it. I'd ground me too.

[Family, Justice League, Power Rangers, Winchesters+company (minus the kid, of course)]
[ooc: Included in family is Bart Allen, Kara Zor-El, Jack Landors, both Clark Kents and Lois Lane. Included with the Justice League are any DC/Smallville heroes (this means you, Batman). And as if it needs to be made clear, Ruby is not invited. xD ]

Welcome back and thank you to those on this filter who helped defeat Lilith. I'm very grateful, as I'm sure the entire city is.

If you are on this filter, it means I, Lana Lang, trust you with my life and the lives of my makeshift family (or you are that makeshift family). I don't know every one of you personally, but some of you I trust by association, or in Batman's case reputation. Point is, there's a problem, and I need your help.

I was recently possessed by one of my ancestors, Countess Margerite Isobel Theroux. She lived in the 17th century and was burned at the stake as a witch. Sometime before her death, she managed to cast a spell, and by touching a symbol her tomb (which somehow made it to Los Angeles and my home), I now bear the same symbol on my back that allows her to take possession of my body.

I know this is the Kryptonian symbol for water (which is apparently considered "the element of transference"), but what I don't know is how to remove it. This has happened before, in my home world, and although it looks like a tattoo, there is no ink. It can't be removed by normal means. The last time it disappeared, Isobel killed a descendant of the woman who had her burned with a Kryptonian crystal. While it could be said that avenging her death put her spirit to rest, I believe it had more to do with the crystal than anything else. The problem is, that crystal doesn't exist here, and I have no other leads on how to remove this mark.

Please, if any of you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them. I don't want to hurt anyone.

[ooc: PS, I have an idea about how to get rid of her, but if there's a way for your character to help, fire away!]

So magic never changes, I guess. Maybe. Either way it's interesting, the similarities. I'm still wrapping my head around the fact that the Lilith here had managed to crawl her way out of Hell. She was still working on that back home. Then there's the whole Ruby Shard and Ruby-the-demon aspect and really, Kara, that just got funnier after each rum and coke. I should've stopped while I was ahead. But magic doesn't change, and I like that. It's comforting.

In the meantime, I need to make a living. It's back to street magic, I guess. Little Three Card Monty, anyone? I do birthdays too under great duress, sans fishnets. Zatanna Zatara, greatest magic act outside of Vegas (and sometimes in it), at your service.

Words cannot describe how much I hate magic. Hate magic. No offense, Zee.

And now I need a new shirt because of it. Where an I going to find someone to make me a new suit?

[Lana]
He was beat up pretty bad. I'm worried about him.

But you don't have to worry about me, I'm fine, promise
[/Filter]

Is Batman really here?

[Filtered to Batman - in case you are really here like they're saying]
Hi, my name is Micah. And I know that you're really good at saving people, so do you think you could help my Mom? She's really sick and I know that maybe it's not what you do, saving sick people, but I think that you can find out who made her sick and maybe they'll give you a cure or something.

Thanks. Even if you can't. For, um, reading.

- Micah Sanders

When I said I wanted a vacation I should have specified that my vacation of choice does not include the following: An excessive amount of cameras positioned outside of my building, vampires with fashion senses that I haven’t seen in person since the late eighties, a receptionist who would rather pull up youtube and watch George Bush trying his hardest (and failing) to not say something that sounds like it's just come straight from the mouth of a seventh grade boy, when she should be doing what I pay her to do, and most importantly, a clown whose sanity is as dead as prehistoric America.

But thinking about it, I have no right to complain. It could be worse. I could still be on America’s Most Wanted. I could be in an asylum with padded walls and heavy medication. The list goes on.

[Filtered to Barbara Gordon]
Do you mind if I drop by within the next few days? I’d like to see you.

[ooc: Posted as Bruce Wayne]

I know where he is, they all are.

I expect you'd rather like your friends and family back. Shall we go and get them?

They say life is full of surprises, but when you're in one part of the country one minute and all the way across it the next... don't you think that's a bit much—even for life's crazy standards?

But since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. I've been looking for an excuse to get out of Gotham, anyway.

[ OOC: Posted as Selina. ]

After only a little pleading, and revealing who I really am, I was able to sweet-talk convince the editor to reinstate me to my previous position as part of The Daily Press's reporting staff. God, I was getting so tired of sitting on my ass, filing paperwork and eavesdropping on people's conversations. Besides, I think this city needs a reporter like me right now, with all this crazy stuff going on with the Joker and all these other creepies.

Now, the only question that remains is... should I go back to red, or keep the brown?

Ohhh, what the fuck, man? You've gotta be fucking kidding me. The Joker? The damn Batman? I even heard fucking Superman is around here.

Man, what the hell is this crazy ass place?


[ooc: Yes, Adam's going off on a tangent. He's not canon-puncturable, but he's kind of puncturing here. So if your kid is a non like he is, just ignore him. :p]

I've heard people come back from the dead here.

Is that true?

That demon, Lilith, has Jack.

The Winchester family seems to be forming some kind of army to take her down. I thought you should know, I'm going with them. If all goes right, I'll be home sometime tomorrow, maybe the day after, one of the two, depending.

Take care, and stay safe from the Joker.

Lilith. Lilith's got Ben, probobly made the kids sick and any men that are missing. Thats probobly her too. She's summoned her children, the Lilin, This is gonna get bad but I swear...

She's going to die.

[Filtered to Dean and the Winchesters/ Winchesterettes and rest of circle of his family and friends]

Sam and me got as much as we could and the girl's free if a little spooked, she'll be okay.

Lilith has got them all somewhere....can't tell where, all kinds of magical protections in place, I recognise some of them already working on breaking them

[Filtered to Anya]

Want another project. Promise its not another Ethros. How are you at breaking magical barriers.

[Filtered to Sam]

Training, pulling that Demon from your dad. This is what it was for

Lets kill the bitch.

I'm going to ask once, nicely, before I go out and start hurling people into space who know something, but won't answer.

Where the hell is Jack Landors, or who do I need to hit to find out?

Oh my God... I am so never eating chocolate again. EVER.

I am so sorry to anyone that the teenage me might have offended.


And um... yeah, the teenage me might have let the cat out of the bag. Um... I'm not Claire Sullivan, like I've been telling everyone. I'm Lois Lane.

The DC Universe is taking over.

So I was flying across the city today when I noticed this building with Wayne written across it, and I know for a fact it wasn't there yesterday. Weird, if it wasn't a place like this.

[JLA]
Can we say, perfect timing? Assuming it is what I think it is. If not, I'll go back to being grouchy.

What's better? Being stuck in a comic book or the Bible? Question of the day.

I know I've said it before, but allow me a moment to vent.

I hate this place.

[Isis]
I really hate to do this, but I can't take any chances. I'm clearing room in the banquet hall and I want all of you to spend the night there in case there's an emergency evacuation. I don't know for how long, but I want to be ready to get the hell out of here if we need to. Yes, I said we. I'll be staying with you.

[Family]
[ooc: Family = Bart Allen, Kara Zor-El, Jack Landors, both Clark Kents and Lois Lane]

Am I dead yet? I feel like I should be by now.

I hate magic and I hate clowns.

Did anybody save all those people from the explosion? I saw it on the news and I think it’s sad that someone would hurt them like that. They didn’t do anything wrong. I feel bad for them. I want them to be safe. It's not fair.

Hmm. Well. Well, well, well. Isn't this... quaint.

Let's liven up the place.

I just watched three hours of reality TV. I can't believe I lasted that long.

I'm so very sick of all of this.

When is the next meteor shower/comet/something really big due to crash into Earth and cause massive devastation? I wouldn't mind having something useful to do.

I need information. On possession. And magic. Magic possession? ...I hate magic.

And anyone from Lana's world? I need infromation on Isobel Thoreaux.

[ooc: Forward dated to tomorrow morning, because I can't wait. Bart will probably already know, because duh, she'll freak out when she wakes up and they share a room. If you think you fit into friends/family, you're probably right!]

Oh God.

She's back. Isobel Thoreaux.

If any of you talked to me since yesterday morning...it wasn't me. And I don't remember any of it!

I don't even know how to get rid of her!

Busy night so far. Kind of hungry. Up for some Italian with me?

Sometimes, when I find myself growing frustrated, I wonder to myself... what do you all really want?

It should be impossible to get cabin fever when stuck in the middle of a city, but I think it's happening. No, I know it's happening, because it's got to be a bad sign when you start wishing even a little bit that the people you hate from your own world would show up, just to give your mind something to do.

He is the Metatron. The Metatron from my world.

Even the angels can be cruel and malevolent.


Okay, here's a question. If you could have anybody from your world arrive here, who would it be?

Someone saw me on the street today, screamed, and then ran.

I'm a little offended. I was only buying Starbucks. That's not exactly scream worthy. Unless you've got something against coffee that isn't Fair Trade.

Another random question time. Was the first dare you can ever remember accepting in a game of Truth and Dare?

Deadlines. Don't you just love them?

I'm doing another article on how people are adjusting to the city after being brought here. Does anyone want to answer a few questions for me? We could easily do it here over the boards.

Heeh. Happy New Year, everyone.

Well, okay. This is an alternate dimension, it's also the past, and apparently there are numerous alternate dimensions. Scientifically, that doesn't make any sense, yet, though it does bring up interesting questions about the relationship between the theory of time and the creation of alternate timelines. Note to self on that.. visit to the local library in order. I mean, it's Los Angeles, it has to have a decent library. Until I can figure out how to access accounts that don't actually exist in this dimension, anyway, after which I'll be able to do less digging in out-of-date books and can have access to the journals I read. Well.. if they even exist here.

Rather on a random note, it's been a long time since I've been at a homeless shelter. They were glad for the help, though, and they're all the same sort of people that ran the one I lived at when I was.. oh, God, fourteen? Fifteen? It takes a certain kind of personality to volunteer at a place like this, I think. It's oddly nostalgic.

Of course, I didn't have a skinny telepath watching my every move, then, either, nor was I misplaced in time. While certain parallelisms are comforting, it's impossible to forget that I'm almost forty, with a home and a pseudo-family, and I've been fighting terrorists for the last decade-and-a-half with a legendary cloned mercenary. I am far too old for this sort of thing. Knowing my luck, Dave will throw out all of my projects while I'm gone, because he'll think it's all junk, and I'll have to start all over again.

I just don't believe in this powers-that-be, god-and-the-angels thing. It all seems a little silly and religious, and while I admit that I'm technically Catholic, it really is sort of hard to believe in that sort of thing when you a) have devoted much of your life to the pursuit of science, logic, reason, and finding answers, and b) haven't been to Mass since you were twelve. That isn't to say that s/he/it/they don't exist in some capacity, somewhere (even here, perhaps), but in every world? No. In mine? No. Not with Psycho Mantis sitting here across from me, not with.. Vamp, and Ocelot, and the abomination that was Liquid Ocelot. There's a certain amount of horror inherent in that which I don't believe would've been allowed to transpire if there had been some sort of force capable of preventing it.

This really is a very long ramble. I haven't had time to express my thoughts for a while, now, and I've unfortunately got a lot of them. Still all rather distressing. I keep telling Mantis that I'll be quite all right on my own, but he gives me that look when I do, which convinces me that he thinks I'm rather helpless. But then, he's been dead a long time. Or.. rather, he should be, and somehow isn't.

It really doesn't make any sense. More sleep may be in order.



Edit: Oh, and this candy-that-makes-people-think-they're-children thing sounds sort of interesting. I've never heard of a drug that specific, that affected that many people so similarly. I wouldn't mind getting a sample to look at, but I'm afraid I'm currently woefully lacking in resources to do any sort of study. Perhaps there's a university nearby that would let me use their labs.

I ate a lot of candy.

Why wasn't I a kid again?

Is no earthly delight safe?

[Kara]
I think it would be best if we kept our conversation about Kal just between us.

...

If I ever get my hands on the person who did that, I swear I'm dropping you on one of the moons of Mars. And that isn't the least bit sarcastic. Not funny.

I thought I could go home. I thought I had a family waiting for me.

Love is like stichglass, has anybody noticed?

You and you, let's have a picnic day this New Year's Eve. Maybe we can try and pretend we are a normal family.

Mm...I don't know what will happen to your reputation pft if you continue taking candy from mentally regressed adults, uncle.

I found a piece of paper with the name "Elaine" on it, locked away in a lead box, inside a safe, and hidden in my closet.

Seems kind of silly to lock up paper.

Bart, Lana, Kal, do you guys know who Elaine is?

Ow my head kills. Worse migraine ever..what the hell was I doing last night I smell like a sand box. Theirs a mountain of it in my socks.

THAT STUPID GUY STOLE MY CANDY!

Has anyone seen a red Kryptonian ship? It's shaped kind of like an arrow and would have strange markings all over it. It was the only one parked at our house. It must have been the one I used to get here.

I want to go home now. Mother said I was going to get to be the first person to hold Kal since I'm the one named him. I'd like to do that now.