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twiceahero.livejournal.com

Barbara Gordon can't really 'go for a walk', but even she sometimes needs fresh air. She really misses her car from back home. They haven't had time to modify any of the recovered vehicles here for use by a woman with no working legs, and that means she can't actually go too far from the farm. Still, she goes as far as she can. It's not far but it gives her at least the illusion of distance. Of solitude.

At least if she ignores the laptop tucked under her seat which will give her a signal if any7 of a dozen of her algorithmic alarms go off.

overcame-fear.livejournal.com

Hal is cruising about a mile above the Oklahoma-Kansas border when his ring sounds the alarm.

"Attention, Code 13-11 Alert: Power Battery subject to unspecified shock."

Hal Jordan might not feel fear, but there are some emergency codes he'd definitely rather not hear more than others, and this would be near the top of the list. Cut off from the rest of the universe, serious damage to his Power Battery could mean big trouble.

"Ring, can you determine the current status of the battery?"

Monitor link still compromised by unusual atmospheric conditions of the planet, but no serious trauma to the Battery can be determined.

Well, that was something anyway. But now he had to consider the other problem. The Battery had been stowed away in a compartment aboard Bab's--no, Zinda's--plane.

What had happened to the Aerie One?

slayer_fray

Steph left with Zinda on very near the first time the Aerie One showed itself at the farm since the birds left on vacation. That left Mel with her children - well, usual army of babysitters as well, but when it comes right down to it, just Mel and the girls.

And a whle lot of bile to stew in.

The twins are napping right now, and Mel is sitting outside the bunker, sharpening her stakes and planning the next few weeks on the farm. She'd probably be pleasant to most people.

Well, unless they were a particular person. Then Mel might be less pleasant.

alwaysroomforhope

First, Babs and Steph had a conversation that's been coming for a while.

Then Sokka said he was going away. Just for a little while, but still - going away.

Now, Steph is out on the outskirts of the farm, running laps of the entire property as hard and fast as she can, just outside the border of the fields that marks the edges of the farm.

twiceahero.livejournal.com

Barbara Gordon is in her command center. This means that there are screens everywhere flashing all sorts of information. That's not unusual. What is unusual is that Barbara Gordon isn't looking at any of them.

No. Instead she's staring down at her hands in her lap.

She's not crying, though. Not even in private.

alwaysroomforhope

Dear Diary...

Steph sighs and puts her diary back down on her lap. She's watching Hana and Loo play out in front of the farmhouse. They're happily occupied with seeing who can cough the biggest fireball, and Steph is, therefore, lightly scorched. Luckily, the girls are more excited by explosions these days than by burning people, and they're now contentedly playing with each other.

Steph's smiling at them, because they're adorable. But that's all she has to smile about. The journal on her lap is still blank, and she's chewing her pen thoughtfully. (She has not yet noticed that she's chewed through the end and therefore now has a blue ink-stained lip. It's the newest fashion, bb.)

overcame-fear.livejournal.com

A gate opens and slams shut again in an instant as a man in green comes tumbling through, carrying an equally green object in one hand.

Hal Jordan has his in-flight balance back in just over a second, narrowly missing impact with the expressway beneath him. He rights himself in mid-air, and makes a gentle touchdown on... Earth?

Well. It looks like Earth. But his ring is emitting a barrage of tech-speak, all of which could be summed up by a very heated, 'WTF?!?!'.

Not a good sign, Hal figures, but hardly the first time that's happened, so he's far from worried. After all, whatever happens next, he's pretty sure it won't be boring.

alls-fair-in.livejournal.com

A black Ford F-350 pickup truck moves along a narrow unpaved road towards the Cooper Farm. The exterior is a mess of cracked glass, dents, bullet holes, scratched paintwork and mud spatter, but it seems to be running smoothly. In the back, a more pristine-looking motorbike is held in place by bungee cords and a large pile of duffel bags, gas cans and other outdoor survival gear. There's also a tool box behind the cab, containing a sizable arsenal of guns, explosives and ammunition, and one very hi-tech bow. It's clear that this vehicle has been on the road for quite some time.

Jamie's at the wheel, keeping a sedate speed and tapping along lazily to a Steve Miller Band song. Eleanor is dozing in the passenger seat, feet up on the dashboard.

Since their arrival and subsequent alien encounter in Nebraska eight months ago, the two of them have conducted a fairly thorough tour of the United States: northerly parts in the fall and warmer climes during the winter. In that time, Jamie has learnt how to drive automatics and stick shifts, and Eleanor has figured out what his 'episodes' are, and how best to control them. They've roughed it at times, at others they've taken advantage of civilian abandonment, and there've been plenty of monsters, fights and adventures along the way. It was only a few days ago that Jamie accidentally tuned in to Barbara's automated radio transmission and discovered the existence of the Kansas safe-zone. They decided to check it out.

The truck hits a deep pothole as it enters the main yard of the farm. Eleanor's head thumps against the side window, jarring her awake.

"...Ow," she mumbles, eyes still closed. "Nice road. Are we there yet?"

[OOC: Two pups, two muns. Tag either or both.]

Current Location: The Cooper Farm, Kansas

twiceahero.livejournal.com

Babs is sitting out on the back porch. Her laptop flickers beside her, and every so often she looks over and perhaps taps a few keys. But mostly she stares out over the fields.

Things are quiet here. It's so different from Gotham and from Metropolis and from everywhere else she's lived all her life.

She's not sure whether she likes it or not.

twiceahero.livejournal.com

Barbara had fully intended to meet up with Innovator and this Sam guy when the Aerie One landed, but there had been a little dispute over control of one of her satellites. Apparently some warlord in Asia felt that since he had paid for launching the thing before whatever happened happened, he should keep it. Which wasn't really a problem, but at least one or two of his tech guys had some real training and she'd spent nine straight hours keeping them out of the system.

She'd won, of course.

And now she's leaning back in her chair breathing deeply and seriously considering some coffee. The fight and victory were exhilarating of course, but they'd thrown her way off schedule.

not-scully.livejournal.com

The Aerie One settles back at the farm within a day of its departure - and with two more people aboard. After promising to come back as soon as he finds his brother, Sam checks his supplies, grabs some food from the farmhouse's kitchen, loads up the Porsche, and gets ready to go.

He can be found (for scening) in one of several places:
-In front of the Aerie, packing his car
-In the farmhouse, looking for food
-On the road to Metropolis
-In Metropolis, looking for a parking place
-In Metropolis, on foot, looking for his brother.

He's still a little worried about Leah, but he has no doubt she'll be fine with Dinah until he gets back.

trickswithsticks

In Germany, Leah meets up with an old aquaintance.

...and then makes a new friend.

greatestofease.livejournal.com

Are you in Metropolis?

Are you in trouble?

The Goddamn Nightwing is on the case!

twiceahero.livejournal.com

It's been a couple of hours since the daring escape from Japan. Barbara had rushed through introductions, gotten the two girls fed, and watched them pass out. She didn't have the details, but she was sure it had been rough down there.

She'd ask later.

"Skipper?" Zinda keys up her mic, "Just lettin' you know that we've got some rough air up ahead. Make sure you're buckled up and your flashy screens aren't about to fall of the wall."

Babs grins and checks to make sure her chair is secured, "Don't let us crash, Zinda."

"I never do."

twiceahero.livejournal.com

Barbara is really glad to have Dick around again for a lot of reasons. One of those reasons is that he's good with his hands.

She convinced him to help her rig up a harness so she can get underneath the Aerie One and open up some of the auxiliary panels that contain her servers. Her head is buried in one of said compartments with cables spilling out around her.

"Well, crap," she mutters.

[ooc: Babs is open to people walking up and saying 'hi' as well as people who want to reach her by radio/whatever.]

serinusniger

At some point, then, on the morning after Themiscyra, Dinah leaves a sleeping archaeologist and rolls out of bed to find her earrings. It's early enough, she hopes, to still be late at night in Kansas. Either that or she'll just wake Babs up.

"Oracle? You awake?"

galwonder

Sparrow doesn't like this plane. It's too big and too comfy and not at all what Heroes like Dick says Barbara is should be flying in. Also, she doesn't really like the fact that she slept here, and not on her own plane. Sure, the sofas are more comfy then in her cape on the floor, but her cape and costume are on the other plane and she feels undressed.

BUT. These computers she's found are awesome. So because no one's told her what she is and isn't allowed to touch, she's having a nosy.

And she still hasn't taken her shades off.

twiceahero.livejournal.com

Despite her loud and aggravated protests to Dinah and Zinda about 'wasting her time', with the exception of the first ten minutes in the club to get oriented, Babs has spent the entire time out on the dance floor. She's currently working on her fourth dance partner, the previous three all having ~~been wimps~~ taken a breather.

There are few things Barbara Gordon likes more than dancing, and even fewer things that she can still do in the chair. And her enjoyment is evident in the absurdly large grin on her face.

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.

trickswithsticks

Leah can be and is incredibly systematic when it's necessary for her to be. Necessity long ago ingrained a habit of being super tidy when her home, and the flat she's squatting in right now speaks for that. Take the living room, for instance: everything of no use to her has been moved and stored in the second bedroom, and the dining table has been set out carefully as her work station, every tool with its own place. Her finished radio sits separately on the coffee table, near a nice long sofa that Leah sleeps on as many days as not, when she isn't out exploring.

It is, by her time, about 5am local time when she sits down and turns her dial to the scalpel-marked frequencies for first the Doctor, then Oracle. She even tries a few random frequencies.

"Anyone out there?"

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