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[personal profile] slayer_fray
Do you know what is awesome?

BUBBLES is awesome.

No, really. See, someone looted (Dinah and Zinda) a factory's worth of liquid soap and sent vast amounts to the farm. Someone else (Steph) knew where to get glycerol and what happens when you add water, liquid siap and glyercol together. And someone else (Sokka) fashioned a bunch of wands of various sizes.

Although, actually, the tennis racket is Loo's favourite.

Mel, Loo and Hana are all out on the grass between bunker and farmhouse with a huge bucket of bubble mix, making a moderate mess.

Bubbles are awesome. Join them.
[identity profile] ihavettk.livejournal.com
"Agh, what the sprock?" Flash bang. One minute, he and Superman were getting ready to head back from the 30th century so that Kon could finally rejoin his friends and family after being dead of all things, and now he's... somewhere? He flies up to get a better view. Hawaii, apparently. Though it doesn't look like it did last time he was here. And Kal's nowhere in sight.

"How long was I dead?" he wonders aloud, looking around. "Uh, Superman?" He isn't quite shouting. But even a quick look around with a combination of x-ray and telescopic vision shows no bright red cape. "Kal? HELLO? ANYBODY?"

This is definitely Earth. Definitely Hawaii.

He isn't quite sure what to do now. So he starts flying towards Metropolis. Maybe Kal's there. Or someone at least.
[identity profile] 95-tan.livejournal.com
Are you living on the farm? Are you passingly familiar to Windows 95?

THEN YOU ARE GETTING A SWEATER. NO, YOU DO NOT GET A SAY IN THIS. The pikachu and the crobat have somehow gotten wrangled into one each, and are trying to get used to this new thing a small distance away from the porch, where 95 is sitting and knitting, with a growing pile of knitted goods.

To redeem your sweater, please speak with any available representative. Which would be 95.
[identity profile] neraiutsu.livejournal.com
Today, the big damn robot out back of the Cooper farm's bunker is being watched by a young man with an eyepatch, a cheerful demeanour, and a bowl of sliced pineapple.

He'd be happy to entertain company.
[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com
Yesterday, Bridgette made a snowman by the pond of the Cooper farm. Button eyes, scarf, carrot nose, branches for arms. Nothing terribly exciting about that.

Today, she's gotten tired of looking at it. She's outside, with a short sword in hand, glaring at the snowman intensely.

With a cry of  'en garde!'  she hacks at her snowman's lower torso. Marie, sitting a few feet from the snowman, watches with interest.
littlestcooper: (devastation)
[personal profile] littlestcooper
Somebody's sitting on the roof of the Cooper farm.

Who do we know who does that?

Quite.
[identity profile] 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.
[identity profile] aka-casanova.livejournal.com
A moment ago, Giovanni was strolling by the canal.

Now, he is not.  Now, he is somewhere in the Midwest, trying to work out what just happened.
[identity profile] waylostandfound.livejournal.com
Up in the skies of America, there was a man flying. He continued keeping track of supplies around the farm, and Metropolis. Checking other communities like the small group in New York. And also tracking for new arrivals around. Always seems to more and more everyday. He was flying at a low cruising altitude so people or useful things weren't overlooked as his flight path took him across states.
[identity profile] max-friendship.livejournal.com
Oh boy, another new person at the farm!

A very large, orange, furry new person.

And that giant bat.

"Crobat cro!" says that giant bat.
[identity profile] rockfriend.livejournal.com
There's a lot of crashing from inside a warehouse, somewhere in Metropolis and then...

something comes out of the building, smacking his head on the door lintel in the process.

"Saaa-rah?"
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[personal profile] serinusniger
Dinah didn't excatly cut short her vacation as get distracted and draw it out long without getting around to California. She'd deny leaving it to last out of fear of what she'll find, but that's exactly what happened. Anyway, there was Indiana Jones and lots of sex and that's what matters - until Oracle told her something was up with Tim and maybe she'd like to come back to the farm briefly?

So there's the Black Canary on the porch, with a large plate of everything-she-can-find, waiting for someone to tell her anything she might have missed.
[identity profile] max-friendship.livejournal.com
There is a new addition to the farmhouse's roof overhang: about five feet of snoozing purple bat. It is probably not a Halloween decoration.

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