[semi-closed] meanwhile at the hall of justice

[cassassin]

WHO: Justice League members
WHERE: The Hall of Justice in De Chima
WHEN: February 21-28 aaaand all of March
WHAT: Catchall log for Hall of Justice things
WARNINGS: Fallout from Bruce Wayne getting into a coma, the Justice League being disaster people probably



february 21-28th | cassandra cain
[After they return to Earth, and Batman is taken to the infirmary with the initial prognosis, Cassandra allows herself a night before she sets to work. It's clear what she has to do, even if she hates the timing. She moves through the Hall unmasked, now, thinking it's pointless to hide her own identity from the League now that Bruce's is out to them. Not that she has been spending all that much time here since her return to this world and her admission to the League in the first place.

For the last week of February, people might find her checking the labs--like she's looking for someone--or at Bruce's bedside. Or, much more commonly, training, taking out frustrations in the Kitchen's simulations, dialed up to levels as high as she can take them. Between sessions, she's likely in her quarters or in the commissary.

Until Bruce can take up the cowl again, it's clear what has to be done. The suit just isn't ready yet.]

[ooc: so yeah respond to this if you want cass in this situation, or start your own toplevels and prompts, tag around, do whatever! you all know how this works.]

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[snarkbot]

OTA

[ Skeets is, as always, the helpful robot. If you need anything, anything at all, you can probably find him somewhere, hovering through the halls, or at the computers. Needs someone to talk to, help with a programming issue, a map crime rates according to location in the Porter Cities, or his database of hundreds of years of music, he's the go-to gold robot. ]

Cass

[ Skeets comes in to check on Bruce, only to find Cass already there. ]

Oh! Excuse me, ma'am, I hope I'm not intruding.

[cassassin]

[Cass looks up when Skeets speaks, giving an almost owlish blink before she shakes her head.]

No, you're...fine. [She doesn't stand up to leave, though. Cass hadn't been saying anything to Bruce, having a onesided conversation with him, nothing like that. Just brooding, in proper Bat fashion.] Skeets, right? [She remembers Booster, vaguely, in a general kind of way.]

[aboveand]

OTA
[Since Bruce's identity was out of the bag, and he was fairly certain that he was the only one left in the league with keeping their identity from the other members, Terry very reluctantly begins showing up at the Hall without his mask or a disguise whenever he comes to look in on Bruce. That's where he can usually be found whenever he visits.

Other times he can be found at the monitor station, staring at the screen... though it's a toss-up whether or not he's actually looking at it.

Finally, he can occasionally be found utilizing the Kitchen's simulator, pushing himself way, way harder than he probably should be. He's developed a bit of an inferiority complex and it was how he deals.]


Cass
[Terry stumbles upon her training by accident, or more accurately curiosity. He didn't know who exactly was in the Kitchen, just that there was someone who turned on the simulations and he wanted to see who. Watching, he can't help but be impressed by just how good she is. No wonder Bruce made her Batman.

Noticing she was going to exit, he attempts to slip away unnoticed. He may be good, but he's not that good.]

[cassassin]

[It was more complicated than Bruce making her Batman. Just... a fairly established understanding between the two of them, at least in the timeline she remembered, that she was going to take over the mantle eventually.

The circumstances, and the goddamn timing, were the surprise. And it had left them without much time to discuss it.

She sees Terry, and calls out--a vague, uncertain sound, mostly meant to get his attention--before she looks down, expression conflicted. She knows how what she's doing probably has to look from his perspective, how it has to feel, but she doesn't know how to approach it.]

Wait.

1/2

[eloquentness]

[ It was supposed to be a pretty boring evening on monitor duty. Iris figured she'd whip up some new coffee blends, dispatch people wherever they needed to be dispatched, and then -

and then she's spying Terry, her Instagrahm partner in crime, staring at HER current screen and all bets are officially off as she stares at him, mug still pressed to her lips. ]

[doitforthevibe]

for cass
[ Cisco isn't sure how to deal with the news that Bruce Wayne is Batman. He'd actually gotten a good vibe off of Bruce Wayne, even though he'd never met the guy in person. And Batman was... well... Batman. They'd never seen eye to eye, which was why Cisco keeps installing backdoors into all the Justice League servers.

But now he's in a coma, and the newly arrived Batgirl is pretty dead set on keeping up appearances as the Bat, so Cisco does his duty and puts together some sketches for her. He brings them to her quarters one day, pulled up on his tablet. ]

Hey. Is now a good time?


ota
[ With Batman gone, Cisco takes over running simulations in the Kitchen, blaring Highway to the Danger Zone over the speakers at levels Batman would disapprove of. Find him there, or in his workshop, tooling with new designs for tech the League can take into the field. Or maybe you want to test out one of his prototypes? Whatever it is, come at him. ]

[cassassin]

[Cass pauses what she's watching--a Vienna State Ballet production of Sleeping Beauty, pulled up on the TV in her room--as she looks over to Cisco with a nod. This is clearly downtime, or what little she's allowing herself to have of it, in between training, patrols, and even a tiny bit of ultra basic self-care.]

Yeah. You have something?

DANGER ZONE

[deadkord]

[ Kenny Loggins at dangerous volumes helps inspire technical engineering, and that's just a fact. Ted's in the workshop as well, tinkering with the BB Gun at his own station, and occasionally breaking into song with the chorus. ]

Y'know, I actually feel more inspired with this playing.

THE KITCHEN

[khajidont]

[ Jaime had gone on the mission to space with the utmost confidence in himself and, suffice to say, that hadn't gone particularly well. He may have Khaji on his side to help him write up some programming, but that doesn't mean much - Khaji is an ancient, alien, supercomputer genius with the ability to talk to tech, but that doesn't mean he's much for writing programming. ]

Hey - could you take a look at this sim for me? I wanna make sure everything about it looks right before I plug 'er in, [ he says, gesturing for Cisco to meet him at the monitor. Predictably, it looks remarkably close to the mission that just went wrong. ]

[fridgeflower]

Cass

[ Fitting into a space is easy enough when super heroics are involved, at least in a sense. There's no time available to worry about where you fit in and how everything ties together when you've got a mission on the brain. Now, though... It's the silence after the storm, so to speak.

She doesn't fully get the significance of Batman versus Bruce Wayne, or what one Bat-person might mean to another; both secret identities and Legacies seem to mean less for her world than they do for the League's. What she does and doesn't get doesn't really matter, though. There's obviously a tint of graveness to this whole thing, even outside of the coma.

So, she can't offer much in the way of wise words for those worried about their friend and/or mentor. She can offer wordless gestures, though. Small things.

It's this thought that has her wandering into Batman's section of the infirmary with a little vase of mixed Freesia, encountering Cass in the process. ]

Oh. Hey. Sorry, I just... Y'know. Flowers. [ She frowns a little, looking down at the bouquet. ] I hope he doesn't, like, really dislike flowers.

OTA

[ Laurie wants to contribute everywhere she can, including at the Hall, which... It's a little tricky. She's not a remarkable tech genius, a marvel of the far future, or a master of even one martial art. She's just an overpowered mutant with a complex or two, one about powers and another about being alive.

She's also a writer, though, and... Okay, it's definitely stupid, but she's putting that to use in the form of molding Kitchen scenarios.

So what does she need from her teammates? Information, situational knowledge, and self-reflection. In between jotting down and mulling over notes, most of which deal with her own world and her experiences in this one, she'll ask for casual input whenever she happens to bump into someone. ]

So, what kind of scenarios present the most personal challenge for you? Speaking in common super-villain tactics, I mean. [ She'll also add quickly: ] Maybe nothing too on-the-nose dark. Please.

[cassassin]

[Even by the standards of her world, she takes this particular legacy and symbol deathly seriously. The fact she's so insistent on its importance even here is...well, actually probably not healthy.

Cass looks up, eyes flicking between Laurie and the vase, before she nods, managing a little half-smile.]

No, it's... nice. I don't think he'd mind.

[khajidont]

Ummmmm... [ Jaime's been going full-throttle with the whole space sim thing, but he's pretty sure they don't actually need more of that. He taps his chin, suddenly bereft of literally any thoughts of powerful supervillains, especially ones that don't use terrifying psychology that Jaime is absolutely not programming into the Kitchen. ]

I mean, civilians getting in the way is always tricky. You could always make them cut-outs, Men In Black-style to keep it from getting, like, ridiculously dark.

[accelerate]

CASS, if you feel nasty

[ the thought of bruce wayne — batman, bat-wayne, best friend — being out of commission is startling. barry may not have met the bruce of earth-1 yet, but this one, with his gruff nature, inability to converse for more than two words, and his dark shades in dress, has become someone of great importance to him. the flash and barry allen wouldn't be where they are without him believing in them … even if he was just following his earth's protocol of recruiting him to this great team. ]

[ with his hands full, barry's on his way to the infirmary, dressed as the flash, mask on (out of habit, and his hands are full) when he finds her. the one who's looking after him. batgirl. is there any relation? father and daughter? friends? his mind whirls around the numerous questions within a second, and his face never once shows it. ]

Hey. [ his voice vibrates before it no longer does, sounding very human and muggle-like. ] Funny I've run into you. [ ha. ] Do you like kebabs?

[ that's what he has in one hand, with a burger and pie in the other, and a bucket of popcorn under his arm. this is bruce's bestest best friend. ]

OTA | TRAINING

[ in the end, it doesn't matter how the flash enters this room, as the ending is always the same: the treadmill is always on fire and falling to bits, and the flash is, sometimes, sprawled on the floor, patting himself down, or looking at it with a bewilderment that may suggest he's never seen a fire before. (that's a lie, he's seen, put out, and started many. he has a fireman fantasy, after all.) ]

[ today is no different. ]

a. [ the flash stands with his hands on his hips, mask over his face, and the treadmill smoking from underneath the mat. the smoke had been worse only seconds prior, crawling beneath the door, thick in density and sharp in smell, until he'd transformed his arms into an air funnel, putting it all out. ] Oh boy. I'm pretty sure we're not going to get a discount for this one.

[ and the worst part? he still has excess energy he needs to run off. ]

b. [ the treadmill's mat is still rolling around the wheels at super speed, smoke funnelling out from beneath it in small, unthreatening tendrils. sprawled on the ground with his mask off his face, barry lies down and admits defeat. ]

[ rolling his head to the side, his hands slap against his chest. uncaring about his identity being revealed, he says to the person who's come in the door. ]

Hey. Do you have a kebab?

[ that's his priorities. ]

OTA | WILDCARD

c. [ the flash walks around the halls with his mask on and off. a part of him wants to join in hanging up his cowl and being himself — barry allen — when walking the halls … but a part of him doesn't want to. it isn't out of distrust. barry knows something's wrong with him, misplaced or broken for good, and sometimes wearing his mask is all that keeps him centred. the flash is easy to be. he's solid, secure, fast. barry allen is unstable and slow, losing memory after memory after memory. ]

[ and when he doesn't feel like walking ... he runs. sorry not sorry for all the disturbed hair and papers he's about to ruin. ]

d. [ in the kitchen, he eats a feast fit for a family of six, scuffing it down like there's no tomorrow. when someone comes by, he offers with his mouth full for them to sit. sometimes the words are easy to decipher. sometimes they make little to no sense. ]

( feel free to godmod me into any situation! hmu @ bogans if you want something specific. )

d.

[deadkord]

[ Ted's been working his ass off all day, between his actual job, helping keep the League running as a founding member while Bruce is out of commission, and staying on top of his own training. He's fresh from the gym showers, in sweatpants and a Blue Beetle t-shirt (styled after Jaime's costume, not his own), and in search of a snack when he comes across Barry and pulls a face. ]

Y'know, I'll never get used to watching speedsters eat. It's kind of like a car crash.

im always nasty

[cassassin]

[It clicks pretty much immediately that this isn't Wally, the Flash she knew at home. In fairness, she'd seen Barry and the Flash around before, in her previous time here and since arriving again, but--God, she actually kind of misses the younger Wally, she realizes. Wild.

as for the relation question--maybe, if Barry cares to dwell on it. Cass definitely looks like a white dude like Bruce could be her parent (and one is, in fact) but also a little too old to be this Younger Bruceman's kid. maybe around 20 or so compared to his early 30s. the multiverse and the timefuckery already shown to be at play with Bruce made it even wilder though. and so did Bruce Wayne's established penchant for Plucky Orphans. HAVE FUN FIGURING THAT ONE OUT, BAROLD.

When he offers the food, though? Cassandra nods, quickly, giving a little chuckle as she leans against the wall. She'd come here just after unwinding from a session in the Kitchen, and she can practically feel her body crying out for protein.]

Please.

training, a!

[khajidont]

[ Jaime whistles, looking down at the smoking treadmill. He's not the guy to ask about a replacement for that - he punches things, and isn't quite so helpful on the whole invention side of affairs - but he figures that this probably isn't the right place to burn off this kind of steam. ]

Maybe you should go running outside instead. Find a place with a lot of free space, and just run. Or use the ocean, if you can run over that.

OTA!

[khajidont]

[ Jaime can be found by the monitor, legs crossed as he perches in the chair, slurping instant noodles from a styrofoam cup. You can put the teenager in a high tech base of operations, but you can't rip him away from his unhealthy dietary habits. Instead of using the mouse like a normal person, he deigns to keep eating, instead saying aloud: ] Khaji, bring up their base of operations in Maurtia Falls - split screen it, I wanna cross-check it with their criminal records. Oh, and bring up the map too, please. [ And, like magic, it all happens! Siri, eat your heart out. ]

[ Or maybe you find him in The Kitchen, programming what seems to be space sims in escalating difficulty levels, frowning deeply at it while he taps fretfully at the screen, trying to find just the right program. It seems like his focus on vulnerables in a space combat situation - boy, why would he ever be doing that?

Or, of course, you see him simply milling about. He's not above just spending time around the place, and he very well may run into you wherever you happen to be! ]

monitor

[deadkord]

[ Ah, the good old days of cup o' noodle and monitor duty. Ted remembers them fondly, which is why he's showing up with a couple of coffees, sandwiches, and a cup of cut fruit, all from the deli down the street from the Hall. ]

Working hard?

monitor

[eloquentness]

[ Guh, superheroes and their love for foods that will probably give them an early heart attack. Iris raises an eyebrow as she approaches the monitor, holding her all-too familiar cup of coffee in her hands.

She has absolutely no idea who the Blue Beetle is talking to, let alone why it all pops up like magic - but she suspects Cisco would be really jealous.

Teasingly, as she glances up at the map and the criminal records: ] So who're we looking up today?

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[aviate]

[Hal just sort of shows up sometime after Bruce's accident. He hasn't joined officially, but he's a founding member so he figures he has every right to be here.

Maybe you'll find him sitting by the monitors in full costume with his feet kicked up. He'll be chowing down on a burger because it's been far too long since he's been able to have some downtime on Earth.

Or he could be found making comments at whoever is in the Kitchen this time. He's not wrong, but doesn't he know it's rude to butt in?

Finally, he doesn't really make use of the Kitchen, but he will use the gym to work off that burger. His Green Lantern suit is skintight so he needs to watch his figure after all. He won't be in his costume for this, instead opting to dress down in a loose shirt and shorts. Secret identity? What secret identity?]

THE KITCHEN

[deadkord]

[ With all of the excitement of the space mission and Bruce's coma, Ted had completely missed Hal's arrival. Now that things have settled down a little, Ted's back to his training routine, even kicking the difficulty up a notch just for the challenge. He may not be a spry 20-something anymore, but he's been training hard again—or at least as hard as his heart will let him—and it's paying off. He's full on into it when Hal shows up, and Ted doesn't notice him at first. ]

the kitchen!

[eloquentness]

[ For once, Iris isn't sipping coffee in the kitchen. She's been experimenting with her powers - which, this time, means she's conjuring black tea with milk from her fingertips.

She glances up at the sound of unfamiliar footsteps, and can't quite help raising her eyebrows at his costume. Green Lanterns aren't a thing quite yet on her Earth, though she suspects she should know him . . . ]

Want some? [ she's already reaching for an empty mug. ] I can always make more.

Bruce Wayne | OTA

[the_caped_crusader]

[He's in a coma. Just chillin', really.]

[doitforthevibe]

[ Taking this opportunity to install EVEN MORE SECURITY BACKDOORS. ]

FOR CASS, in the Kitchen

[deadkord]

[ Ted's been spending a lot of time in the Kitchen of late—too much time, depending on who you ask—but he usually only hits it up when no one else is around. So when he finds that it's currently in use, and set to a much higher difficulty than he feels like tackling anyway, he leans against the wall to watch, instead. ]

[cassassin]

[She's in full Batgirl gear, cowl and all, as she takes on the simulation. It seems to be a fairly standard, if... heavily outnumbered enemy cluster scenario, not counting some heavier targets Cass has already taken out. The rest have guns and blades, definitely dangerous in these numbers.

Fluid movements from one target to another. Seeming to dodge a bullet, by keeping track of the muzzle's position, disarming with a sharp strike to his forearm before a kick to the chin drops him. Then two kicks to a burly man's center mass--using the tension to launch herself at another, pulling a handstand on his shoulders before pulling him down into something between a suplex and a throw, tossing him hard into the mob surrounding her, bowling them over.

She's fast, not going at speedster rates necessarily, but she's hit a groove that's... definitely hard for the eye to keep track of. Like she shouldn't be able to do all that she's doing in the amount of time she's doing it. While that wave is still falling, boosting up onto one of their shoulders to launch forward, disarming the stragglers with a quick triple-throw of Batarangs--and before she even touches the ground, those last three are down with precise strikes.

Her cape closes around herself as she stands there, simulation done, breathing heavily. Still not enough, she thinks.

Batgirl pulls her cowl off, the holograms fading out, before she looks to Ted. She'd noticed him, already, but--for obvious reasons--she had been busy.]

Hi?