Further Zany Adventures in Metropolis.

[alwaysroomforhope]

After being arrested, Steph and Sokka get put in the holding cells at a police office. The same police office Dinah visits regularly with work. Oops. Busted.

It's all okay, though: Steph has a Plan.

Doesn't that just fill you with comfort?

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[whoismatches.livejournal.com]

"Well. That was, well, different. Yup." Stephanie waves her thanks to the nice person who gave her the lift. At least Kansas is better then Canada.

Speaking of Kansas:

Robin takes a good look at the farm area. This place looks all right at the first glance. Then she notices the bunker. Then the castle/ship thing. She doesn't let her jaw drop. No, she's seen plenty in her time, this is nothing, right? Right.

But Stephanie is a girl to make the best of it! She will soldier on! And her first stop, is to try and find where Babs is, and maybe get this whole thing explained.

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[not-robin.livejournal.com]

A castle in eastern Europe

The creepy little things were still staying out of the castle. Nothing actually scared Tim anymore, but these tings... Something about a rat with squid tentacles is enough to give him the creeps.

But soon he'll be saying goodbye to these things. He's found the highest point on the castle, and is waiting with his grappler. Soon enough, his ride should be here, and he'll be out of here.

Hopefully, he'll end up someplace where he can get some real work done.

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[tobeclosetohim]

FLASH


BANG


She came in a rolling tumble, shoulder colliding into the asphalt with a sickening crunch, even as she rolled through it, landing on her feet in a crouch, with the rifle pulled up, letting out the two rounds. Her brown eyes swept over the changed scenery, as she stood with a very slow, predatory, grace.

"Bastard." Jo swore at the empty area. "You think this will stop me?"

Her left hand went to right shoulder, biting back the pain of the likely dislocation and the deep cut that was sending rivulets down her arm, soaking through her over shirt.

"I will find you again." She turned around, only to be confronted with a small green sign, hanging upside down on a pole by one hinge, reading:

Kansas City		6 mi
Lawrence		46 mi
Topeka		73 mi

"Fucking great."

It was hard to tell what that meant through the sneer and the cursory look at her shoulder. It was going to need attention very soon. She looked around again, shook her head, shifted the rifle into the other hand and arm, and started walking her, sorry sight of an, ass into toward civilization.