The Universe's Mixer

One giant ape settled in the zoo. The fact that there were facilities to handle Kong kind of made even Zatanna go “buh?”. Whatever. At least it was contained with minimal damage to anything or anyone. The new JLC seemed to be pulling together, personality conflicts not withstanding. They might just need to let Dinah take a free shot at their new comm guy though just to get it out of their system.

Zee had her own things going on outside of the League. She was trying to stay busy, get into the swing of things in the City since it looked like she was going to be here a while. She had her own research into what magical properties were present along with what she said she’d do for Lindsey. All of it was slow going since a lot of the things she was researching was temperamental at best. Shadowcrest would help or not as the house felt was necessary, and recently one thing kept coming up over and over in her research on the City: some sort of bar by the name Caritas. Apparently it was being suggested that she check it out. All righty, then. It wasn’t as if Zee’s social life was burning up her calendar so she took the subtle hint and went to look into this bar.

It was easy enough to find. Then again all she needed to do was call a City cab and she was taken right there. Yet one more piece of evidence that the taxi drivers were in league with some nefarious deal that they could navigate the changing streets with ease! Zee paid the driver with a respectable tip then headed into the bar.
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After leaving Jack's office Zatanna was really not in the mood to go home. What she was really in the mood for was to pick a fight and beat the snot out of something, but her good sense told her that she should settle for a strong drink. So instead of having the taxi drive her home to Shadowcrest or the Clocktower she directed him to take her to Caritas.

She reminded herself to tip the cab driver well regardless of her temper so that she'd stay on the punctual side of the City's transportation then huffed her way into Lorne's bar. It was a tad early in the day to be drinking, early afternoon to be precise, but there she was grabbing a shadowed corner at the bar for her very own and ordering a shot of vodka with a Long Island Ice Tea chaser.

Baba had, of course, stayed with him after the sun had made it's way high into the sky to make sure that when he stepped out into it, he didn't accidentally kill himself. The point of this test was not to see how long it would take him to fry with her blood, but to see if he could exist in the daylight because of it.

It had been like a miracle to him.

To see the sun, full and dazzling, blinding. Hot. The day turned out to be cloudless. It had been difficult for him to move at first, not because any of it hurt, but because of how much it didn't. He had felt stuck for just a little while, standing there, and looking up into something that he had not seen in such a long time. The sun, despite how he'd wondered if it would, had not changed from when he'd been human. He knew that it only seemed brighter and hotter because he'd not been caught in it for so long.

When it was clear to them both that he wasn't even going to end up with the bleeds, Baba went on her way and blessed him toward having as much fun as he possibly could. How long would this last, after all? He admittedly had not given much thought to how she might be responding to certain things. If she could feel his wonder. It would be an oversight he would correct the next time he saw her.

The first person he wanted to interact with was somebody he'd never really stopped playing with since the day they'd met. He'd stolen Dinah's phone long enough to get a look at her number, and had ever since been sending her profane texts and naughty pictures that didn't show his face, but showed plenty else. There were even one or two in there where he'd had partners, though their identities were well hidden. Eric knew that Dinah must have gone through many attempts at stopping his deluge, but either the City didn't want it to stop or it didn't care what she wanted, because he never got any notice at all that his number was blocked or his messages bounced.

With a smile on his face, Eric made his way to Sherwood Florist. Oh, he couldn't wait to see the look in her eyes. He found he had to wear sunglasses against the brightness of the day, but other than that and his extreme paleness, looked as if he belonged with all the other 9-5 citizens.