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Dec. 19th, 2014


Public: as Zatanna Z

[After reading just about everything that is unlocked.]

This is a different turn of cards, isn't it?

Dec. 10th, 2014


public, as benjamin a.

[Could Amanda drop off the face of the earth? Of course, she's a survivor like him. Could she get arrested without opportunity to talk to him? Sometimes. But it seems unlikely that she would just cut off contact with him or pull a huge heist without a heads-up under these circumstances. So why isn't Amanda saying anything to him?]

I'd open the Pandora's Box of asking what happens when people disappear here, but that's just another one of those great timeless questions.

So instead, something more manageable.

What door has the best beer? This is perhaps a quest I can undertake.

Dec. 4th, 2014


Helena W, Jason T & Dick G, Gwen S, Graham R, Nashtons, Constantine

[Helena W]

He said you were

[Jason T/Dick G: collectively]

So I know both of you were kind of important. And I thought maybe someone needed to check in and be told how not okay it was.

[Gwen S]


[Graham R]


[Nashtons plural]

Why didn't


Did you mean it?

Nov. 21st, 2014



[After observing the general chaos.]

It's the one time in my life when a light trench coat is more practical than a black one. And well after labor day. I'm reassured to know this place wasn't the most vivid acid flashback of my life, though.

Jun. 17th, 2014


cult fighting: eddie/diana/zee/hellblazer/liam

Who: Eddie, Diana, Zee, Constantine, Liam, Cult NPCs
Where: the former Iceberg Lounge
When: Early Tuesday morning
What: kicking cult butt, saving angel man
Warnings: violence and swears

We are here to ruin their day and take their new toy. )

Jun. 16th, 2014



[Private to Diana P, Zee, Constantine]

[He forwards her a couple of these videos.]

We need to strike now. Preferably tonight. They must think this poor sap is a real angel and god knows what they're going to do to him. Do you wanna bring someone else on this?

[Edit: Added Zatanna and Constantine.] Z&C: Tonight, we're going to try and track down the cult. I think they're going to either indoctrinate or sacrifice the winged man and I don't want to sit around and wait to see which one they pick.

Jun. 12th, 2014


Gotham: League + Canary

Who: Various Justice League members and the Canary
What: Meeting
Where: Gotham -> Wayne Manor
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: Probably not?

[Hal knew he couldn't avoid what happened at the hotel forever, but couldn't didn't mean wouldn't, and staying on patrol was a damn good way at keeping the memories anywhere but at the forefront of his thoughts. Adding to his desperate bid for avoidance was the fact that they were in Gotham, where something was always going down (seriously, was there something in the water that attracted crime?) and it was almost like forgetting. Almost.

He kept them out until he was feeling that sated-not-quite-exhaustion, like after a particular good workout or a particularly strenuous fight. It was a good thing. It meant he'd get a few decent winks tonight after he took the Canary back to the Manor and started the introductions.

Jotting down a quick message to let them know he was inbound, he concentrated long enough to create a fighter jet, much like he had the last time they met with the exception of having two seats instead of one and popped the canopy open for her.] Ready to go meet the League?

Jun. 9th, 2014


John C

[Locked to Constantine]
Are you dressed?

May. 29th, 2014



["Call" to Constantine]

[Ring goes his phone, even though she doesn't know the number, and even though she isn't really on the line. But if he answers, she's there, even if his phone is turned off, disconnected, no longer in service. It's like magic. Around midnight.]



[Locked to the Justice League + Allies.]
[After this.]

I found Dinah's kid, I'm bringing her with.

May. 24th, 2014



[After this.]

I've got a fresh ciggie and a bottle of brandy, and I think I'm taking a night in with my new book. I'm not a man who likes reality television or reads the Sun, but you people are better than Brecht.