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JUSTICE LEAGUE !!

WHO: The Justice League & Co
WHERE: the Hall of Justice
WHEN: October
WHAT: Training, Meetings, Catch-All
WARNINGS: In thread subject headers, please!

GENERAL
[ The Hall of Justice is open to all members - and new members had already had security clearance inputted by Skeets. He's also on call for any problems with the technology, as he's de facto running the place now, though the fact that it's mostly automated means he doesn't need to do much.

The Hall of Justice has an INFIRMARY, a TRAINING ROOM, LABORATORIES, LIVING QUARTERS, and "THE KITCHEN" which is actually a training room, though there's an actual KITCHEN AREA too.

Non-JL visitors are allowed but have to be cleared first, and are unable to enter all areas.]

MEETING
[ There's also a CONFERENCE ROOM, and Skeets called a meeting mid-month for any JL member who wants to discuss team leadership - namely the fact that they're without. The meeting is optional, though you forgo your right to vote on the matter. He's set up food, drink, snacks and magazines in the conference room and before the meeting starts there's time to mingle and talk to your fellow members. ]

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Laurel began her day with a jog in the park before heading to the hall of justice to put in some training. She preferred it to the gym because it had more equipment and it was quieter, giving Laurel the opportunity to really focus. Training was also the perfect outlet for her to work out any frustration in a healthy way.

She deliberately left the tonfas at home because she wanted to work on her hand to hand combat skills; Laurel practices on the wooden training dummy - with no partner to spar with, it was her best option.

From the outset, it looks like a very intense training session and maybe Laurel is pushing herself too hard but she wants to hone her skills and be prepared for anything.

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When Laurel's this focused, Iris almost feels bad about interrupting her. Almost, because Iris has strapped on some spare boxing gloves and assumes a fighting stance as she jumps into the arena.

"Hey, friend," she says with a grin, holding out a gloved fist. "I thought you could use a halfway decent opponent today."

Footsteps behind her draws Laurel's attention away from the training as she turns around to see who it was.

"Hey, Iris." She returns the smile. "Well, I'm definitely glad you stopped by. I need a break from this thing," Laurel adds, gesturing to the dummy. "Just let me get a drink of water and then we'll begin."

"Yeah, of course." Iris grins, stepping to the side and re-adjusting the velcro straps on her gloves. "I haven't done this in a while, so it's not like I'm in any real rush."

Given her day job, and her reliance on Cisco's gadgets, Iris hadn't had much in the way of hand-to-hand combat as of late. She suspects, with good reason, that she's getting rusty.

At the very least, if she ends up embarrassing herself, at least she'll be in the company of her best friend.

"Then I won't go too hard on you." Laurel says as she crosses the room to grab her bottle of water and take a swig from it. "Unless you want the challenge."

She believes in her best friend. With some coaching and encouragement, she could be amazing.

Laurel gives Iris a playful smile when she comes back over to her. "Do you need to do some warm-up stretches first or are you good to go?"

"Uh, yeah I want the challenge. Better losing to you than some random supervillain on the streets."

She's half-joking, but knowing this Earth, it might sincerely be just a matter of time. Iris grins, shaking her head as she stretches her arms for one last time.

"Did 'em already in the fake kitchen. We're good to go."

Momo's go-to fighting style is bōjutsu, staff fighting, but when she comes into the training room and sees Black Canary training hand to hand, she pauses, watching in silence for a long minute. Only when she appears to be done does Momo say anything.

"You're very good. Have you been practicing for a long time?"

There were other fighting techniques that she was keen to learn, but i'’s something she needs to set up with someone who's willing to teach her. Hopefully it will happen down the line.

"Thanks." Laurel replies with a smile, pleased to hear the praise. "Overall, I've got about four years of experience: two back home and two from being in this place."

A pause.

"Unless you mean today. So uh, since this morning."

"You've been here for two years?" There's a bit of trepidation in Momo's voice. She hadn't expected to be stuck here this long. Suddenly, she's imagining returning home and trying to make up for two years of lost time. Or worse, with no time at all having passed back home, being suddenly two years older than her classmates and friends.

Wanda has always been trying to get better at the hand to hand stuff too; some people make it look easy. She's been going at it for a bit, when suddenly, the head of the wooden training dummy she'd been working with flies off. That's, uh, what happens when she accidentally gets a little too into it and a blast of red psionic energy accidentally misfires. Her hands fly up to her mouth.

"Oops!" That was embarrassing, but also kind of hilarious.

Laurel wholeheartedly supports people learning new skills and is willing to help Wanda achieve that in whatever way she could. For the most part, she's been letting the other woman decide her own training needs, occasionally glancing over at Wanda to see how she is getting on.

When she hears a thud, followed by a 'crackling' sound Laurel turns to see the headless wooden dummy and an amused looking Wanda.

"Holy crap. Whatever did it do to you?" Laurel teases.

"You know those demon hunting shows where there are five grown ass men screaming at haunted dolls and stuff?" A pause. "Haunted training dummy. I had to show it who was boss." She teases back, but plays it with a totally straight face.

Whatever the MoM-verse equivalent of Zak Bagans or Ryan Bergara is, Wanda watches way too many hours of that show.

Cassandra has, generally, been giving Laurel a fairly wide berth. She never knew her world's Black Canary particularly well, but they'd met, worked together. An alternate being around wasn't terribly awkward, just--weird. And she didn't really know how to navigate it. She'd had to, even sought to, when it came to family, but... that was different. In any case, avoiding her has only made her feel even weirder about the whole thing, especially with Barbara here now.

She stands back in the training space, watching her work on the dummy. Laurel is... good, that's for sure, but she knew that much already. So, finally, she starts adjusting her hand wraps as she walks closer.

"Canary," she says. "Up for a round?"

THE FAKE KITCHEN

[ The first place you can find Jaime is, of course, the training room. There's not a lot it has to offer him that he can't get elsewhere, but it's good to have a place to work out every now and then. At the moment, he's mostly doing target practice; there are holograms of enemies popping up around the room, and he's hovering in the middle, shooting each of them as quickly and as accurately as he can (with the arm he's turned into a gun, as you do), wings batting slowly behind him. ]

How fast was that? Shoot, I was way faster last time. Yes, way faster. A second's a lot when it comes to this!

[ ...oh. Is he talking to himself? ]

THE REAL KITCHEN

[ Hey, a guy's got to eat!

In this case, this particular guy has brought in a metric ton of Chinese food, on the basis that everyone else probably wants some too, and that he'll take whatever leftovers there are home eventually. As he pokes through the styrofoam boxes, he calls out: ] Is anyone else hungry? 'Cause I got, like, a lot of food here. I probably could eat it all on my own, but that doesn't mean I should.

MEETING

[ Jaime looks vaguely uncomfortable at the conference table, particularly after having chosen to sit in Ted's old seat. He's never been good when it comes to group meetings, especially when it comes to discussing things as fraught as this. During his short stint on the Teen Titans, nothing had ruffled quite so many feathers as the question of leadership. While Jaime may have had some problems with the way things had been run before, not arguing about it well outweighed any of the cons.

Now? They're stuck where they are. He drums his hands on the table. ]

I guess the first question is if anyone wants to lead. And the second would be experience? Both as a leader and doing, you know, this whole gig.

[ Please let him not be one of the more experienced heroes. ]

[ Momo is just walking into the kitchen, coming from the other kitchen where she was working out her bōjutsu footwork. She leans her staff against the wall and comes over to peek into a box of lo mein. ]

Oh, that smells good. Is this for anyone, Blue Beetle?

It's alllll for me.

[ Jaime grins at her, teeth white behind the blue-black of his suit, and he grabs a plate before offering to her. ]

Joking. It's for anyone who wants it. Help yourself - I've got plenty. Food was always an integral part of my team back home too.

[ She almost fell for it. Almost.

But then he grins and she grins back, accepting the plate and serving herself some of that yummy smelling lo mein. ]

How kind of you, to think of everyone else's needs! Food can indeed be an integral part of a hero's training regimen, of course, depending on their quirk-- ah, excuse me-- their power, and their metabolic needs...

[ The whole time she talks she's heaping more and more food onto the plate. ]

[ Jaime looks down at his own plate, laden with food. He wishes that he could say that the suit means that he needs to eat more, that it requires further fuel in order to keep running at the pace he does. It doesn't. In the fine tradition of the Blue Beetles before him, he just likes to eat. ]

Oh, yeah. You should've been around when our speedsters were. They could clean out the fridge in minutes - and that's no exaggeration. [ He glances in fascination towards Momo's plate. He wouldn't have guessed that her power - quirk - would require extra fuel, but considering what she's saying... ]

Is that what your quirk needs? [ May as well use her terminology and put her at ease. ] A lot of food all the time?

[ She's already picked up some chopsticks and started eating. She's polite enough to wait until she's chewed and swallowed to respond, however. ] Yes, that's right. The items I create come from the lipids of my body, so I have to replenish them with fatty foods.

[ And also she just... likes to eat. But it looks like she's in good company here in that respect! ]

Only fats, huh? I don't know where I thought they came from, but I wouldn't have guessed that. That's gotta get old real quick.

[ He's glad he doesn't have to eat any more or less to maintain his suit. Idly, he comments, ] I guess I figured it worked more like my suit - recycling organic waste is a lot easier.

[ Jaime, that's gross. ]

Recycling... organic waste...?

[ Give her a second, she has to put those words together into a meaning and-- OH THAT'S GROSS.

She looks down at her plate of food, frowning. ] ...I think I've lost my appetite.

Wha - not like that!

[ ...well, technically he can go to the washroom in his suit and it'll get recycled, but that's too gross for even Jaime. ]

Just, like, skin cells! That's all!

Ah.. That's ...not as bad. [ Still kind of gross, but as a girl who turns her fat cells into objects, she really doesn't have much room to talk. ]

See? It's no grosser than anyone else's powers! I think every one would have, um, some sort of biological component? Only difference is that it's harder to figure out how other people's powers work.

[ He shrugs. ]

At least mine's environmentally friendly.

Yes, it's important to consider the environment.

[ What even is this conversation. Momo will just stuff more Chinese food into her mouth so she doesn't have to keep talking. ]

[she chose to sit in bruce's old spot, essentially on impulse. if she's being honest, she feels a little weird about it now, but she'd feel even weirder about leaving. batman eyes jaime from where she's sitting, cowl on. (there's a way these things are expected to run, after all.) she is also definitely not sitting in her chair properly because who the fuck cares.]

No. But I've... got the experience. Four years. [and she knows that's on par or better than a lot of the other current members have. so she starts tapping the arm of her chair, thinking and a little agitated. obviously they need to figure out the leadership question, but she honestly gets the sense that most of them--herself included--probably aren't qualified. or not interested.]

[ Jaime mulls that over, lacing his fingers together and setting them on a table. It may be a professional gesture, but it makes Jaime feel oddly like a schoolchild sitting at his teacher's desk, having been put in charge until the real pros come back. ]

Yeah, [ Jaime admits, nodding, his head tilted minutely to the side. ] That's about the same as me. I think that might actually be as much as any of us have, unless I'm missing something.

[she nods, as far as his last point goes. yeah, she'd definitely suspected as much--really, this whole thing feels slightly ridiculous to her. two of the most experienced members of the justice league aren't even old enough to drink, which kind of puts the whole thing in perspective. they're almost a glorified titans or young justice at the moment.

no matter what, cassandra has felt pretty out of her depth for months now. this isn't helping.]

Does anyone want to lead? [she glances around the table.]

[ Jaime sighs, propping his chin up on the heel of his hand. ]

Yeah. That's the thing - I don't think anyone does. It's the opposite problem of most teams, but... well, let's just say this is the way things worked with the Titans too.

[ Nobody wanted to lead. Few felt capable of it, and those who did, tended to buckle underneath the pressure and the in-fighting. This iteration of the Justice League is definitely more cooperative, if not a little disorganized, but that can change with a swiftness Jaime doesn't care to consider. ]

But someone has to. These things just don't work without at least a couple people taking point. You and I might be, um, the most experienced with that kind of thing.

[ Which is horrifying. When did he stop being a rookie and become a veteran at this? And how come it doesn't feel that way? ]

[you can't see it, jaime, but she's making a face right now. she doesn't care for this shit at all.]

If we don't... need someone in the field? I don't know if Oracle would even join, but... [that's sounding like the best option to her, if it's doable. but, y'know, she's biased. a bit.]

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Even if she would, I'm not so sure outsourcing leadership's such a good idea. Most people here haven't met her and you need trust for that kind of thing. Heck, even I've barely met her.

[ He knows enough about her to trust her regardless, to trust in her opinion and to act in the good faith that she's doing what's best for everyone. That doesn't mean everyone else will feel the same way. ]

If we go for that option, that's as good as us making leadership decisions ourselves, y'know?

... Fair. [she nods in agreement after a moment; jaime's right. she'd mostly just intended to float the idea anyway.]

So... what, then? [cassandra has a horrible feeling that this conversation is going towards one or both of them taking point on the team.]

Good question.

[ Jaime crosses his arms and leans back in his seat, sighing. Here's what he always asks himself in tricky situations: WWTKD?

Ted was never really the leader of any group. Jaime's not even sure if he would have wanted to be. He's always been more of a tech guy than anything else. But he'd never shied away from leadership - he'd owned his own company, for god's sake - and right now, leadership's needed. ]

Well... here's what we're looking at. We need leadership, otherwise the rest of this operation's gonna go pffthht. It needs to be someone who's on the team, and someone with experience. Experience with teams and the kinda BS that happens here is a plus.

[ The way he looks at Cassandra suggests that he's no happier about this than her. ]

From where I'm sitting? That's us. I don't know if we can get around that anymore.

[ ughhhhhhh. cass tilts her head back and lets her arms drop--she's not groaning, and her face isn't visible, but she clearly very much doesn't like it. the batman is having a definite i guess this is just my life now moment. finally: ]

So. Both of us?

[ He may share in her sentiment, but the fact that she's being so open about it is enough to get a small smile out of Jaime. He agrees. He's just happy that she agrees - it makes him feel less foolish for not wanting the position. ]

Both of us. I mean, it's better than it just being one of us, right?

Personally, even if you chose me, I'm not sure if I should lead. For one, I'm way more useful behind a screen than in the field.

[ Iris chose Barry's old seat, since well, Cass took Bruce's and Jaime took Ted's. She might as well keep the ceremonial symbolism going. Despite her posture, though, she seems at ease - thank god for experience in meetings. Thank god she's used to holding her own against the others.

She pauses at the question of experience, though. While it's a good one, she can't say she's one of the more experienced ones here. If anything, she feels like she's lacking, but she might as well say... ]

Oh, and I've got about two and a half years, as far as experience goes.

There's nothing against people leading remotely. Not that I've ever seen it done before, but I'm sure it could be done. That said... [ Jaime shrugs. If Iris isn't confident doing it, he's not about to push it. He's not even convinced it's a good idea. He's not convinced that anyone as a leader is a great idea at the moment. Nobody seems to be chomping at the bit for it and that seems to be part of what actually makes a good leader. ]

It's something to figure out, I guess. But I had no idea you've been doing it for that long!

[ Barry had seemed so new to it, the few times they've spoken. Maybe it's just his youth relative to the Flash that Jaime's familiar with. Who knows? ]

Well, it had only really been a year before I came here, and then well... I got way more along the way. [ Iris laughs, ] Plastic Man told me that back home, I did lead Team Flash, so it's not unheard of. At the same time, I wouldn't be in the field, and I know that's not... uh, really common in most worlds.

[ That's her real hesitation: not in her abilities to lead, because she knows she can do it. She also knows that as long as she's got eyes and ears on the field, she can direct them based off what the computers are telling her.

At the same time, well... she can't bring herself to lead a bunch of teenagers. Maybe it's just her, sitting around the table and staring at them, but they seem so young. Too young.

(she wouldn't be able to live with herself if something happened on her watch.)]

Wow. That's a pretty big job. [ He pauses. ] I feel like I should be saying congratulations? But, like, it's not something that's really just given to you. I'm sure you either earned it or you took charge 'cause you had to.

[ Having someone in charge hang back and simply tell people what to do is a tempting thought. That's half of what being a leader is. It's just the power to prioritize and to know exactly what to do at any given moment. ]

So why wouldn't you wanna do that here? Besides it not really being done - that's not something that's ever stopped you before.

[ she takes a breath, finally looking Jaime in the eye. The truth - that she's afraid of sending a kid to his deathbed - feels too raw and distrustful in a room full of people. Iris knows they're capable. She logically, rationally knows that. ]

You're right. It never has. [ her smile doesn't quite reach her eyes this time. ] It's also... [ how should she put it? ] I haven't quite gotten my civilian stuff under control. Like my way-too-many jobs?

Until I get that squared away, I don't think I would be doing the rest of you much good from behind a screen. Even if it would let me multi-task.

Yeah, probably a good idea.

[ Not that he and Cassandra are that much better - she's got a job and has to handle all of Bruce's assets, and Jaime's got his job, college, and Ted's assets. ]

The longer you stay, the more there is to do. We'll figure something out. We always do.

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