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ya_assemble2015-04-27 07:01 am
justoutrunyou) wrote in ya_assemble2015-04-27 07:01 am
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Things that go bump in the night.
Time was strange at the North Pole.
As best Sandy could tell, it was somewhere around two or three in the morning, but she had found that it was often dark outside right in the middle of the day. It probably had something to do with the angle of the Earth, or maybe it was magic. Either way the clock on her communicator told her that it was in fact 2:25 A.M local time.
She had woken up in a cold sweat with her heart racing. A strangled cry muffled on instinct. The sweat beaded on her stone skin and she was curious about how long she'd had her powers turned on.
Chest rising and falling, she willed herself to relax and stared hard at the ceiling of her room. Lines of black had been traced and painted over in patterns like candy and castles. A space ship flying over a moon and a fox with an eye patch riding on a ship right behind it. Sandy had spent a good few hours working on that mural and it was supposed to help calm her down. Tonight it didn't seem to be helping.
Rising to her feet she tugged on a blue and fluffy fleece robe over green PJs with peppermint candies on it. Sometimes after her nightmares she could go back to sleep but not tonight it seemed.
Padding out of the room in her slippers she set off for the shared kitchen, moving quietly as to not disturb anyone who was still asleep. Elves and Yeti seemed to work all through the night in the main workshop area so the noise and activity at there hadn't slowed down.
Still looking pale, peaked and unsettled she was clearly not awake by choice if any other night owls were still up and about tonight.
As best Sandy could tell, it was somewhere around two or three in the morning, but she had found that it was often dark outside right in the middle of the day. It probably had something to do with the angle of the Earth, or maybe it was magic. Either way the clock on her communicator told her that it was in fact 2:25 A.M local time.
She had woken up in a cold sweat with her heart racing. A strangled cry muffled on instinct. The sweat beaded on her stone skin and she was curious about how long she'd had her powers turned on.
Chest rising and falling, she willed herself to relax and stared hard at the ceiling of her room. Lines of black had been traced and painted over in patterns like candy and castles. A space ship flying over a moon and a fox with an eye patch riding on a ship right behind it. Sandy had spent a good few hours working on that mural and it was supposed to help calm her down. Tonight it didn't seem to be helping.
Rising to her feet she tugged on a blue and fluffy fleece robe over green PJs with peppermint candies on it. Sometimes after her nightmares she could go back to sleep but not tonight it seemed.
Padding out of the room in her slippers she set off for the shared kitchen, moving quietly as to not disturb anyone who was still asleep. Elves and Yeti seemed to work all through the night in the main workshop area so the noise and activity at there hadn't slowed down.
Still looking pale, peaked and unsettled she was clearly not awake by choice if any other night owls were still up and about tonight.
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"Wait...so someone actually saved you? You didn't just wake up here looking...like a grown up?"
With Brainiac, Lyle and even Harley they'd all arrived the same way. Violent death and waking up in this world.
Could the others really be saved in bits and pieces now instead of waiting to settle this light vs. darkness battle?
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He shrugged, not really sure how to explain the time difference. "Don't ask how that works. Interdimensional travel is weird."
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"Ok, so you're old or whatever...but who pulled you back? How? Can we do it for others? Maybe get Brainiac and Luke to build something? Or Nico might be able to do the spell..."
There was a fire in her eyes as she focused on Danny leaving the fridge open. Because if there was even the smallest chance she could get her friends out of Panem sooner rather then later she would chase down the opportunity.
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He put up his hands, trying to stave off the angry tirade he knew was probably going to come.
"I know what you're going to say. Trust me, I've made every argument you're thinking of and then some. The problem is both the fact that he's omniscient, so he knows them too, and is responsible for maintaining the stability of every timeline. Which mean's that most of the time he has to let terrible things happen because they have to happen."
As he kept going, Danny's frustration with the time ghost became more and more visible. "And even KNOWING all that I still tried to convince him, but he's not going to budge on this. Nobody else would be able to force him into it either."
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"That's how it always is right? People with enough power that they could really change everything and they can't because of rules or whatever. I mean...it's probably not selfish but it's not the same for them." Not that she knew Clockwork but she could make assumptions.
Spreading out more ingredients on the counter she shut the fridge door a bit too hard and set to work stacking various foods on top of bread.
"If anyone told me that the hardest part about surviving the hunger games was everything after it was over I never would have believed them." She muttered. "Somehow it even takes the fun out of living in Santa's Workshop."
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And he'd never had a great opinion of Harley to begin with. Even if he had a better one, he still would've felt apprehensive about letting her practice, largely because she was too close to the situation.
"In non-Panem related news, I'm married and have kids now. I've got pictures on my phone if you want to see them."
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Moving her items to the table to continue constructing her super sandwich she added "Congratulations. On the family and kids that is."
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"That's Sam, my wife. She's an enviromental lawyer, vegan, and significantly more bad-ass than I will ever be." Danny had an obvious smile on his face. It was clear he liked talking about his family.
"My daughter's Ida. She's five, and her ghost powers have just started kicking in. Occasional trouble with her intangibility so far, but she's handling it pretty well. Right now, she wants to be a Jedi when she grows up. Neil's my son. Curious little guy, gets into everything he can. He's kind of obsessed with Sesame Street right now. The ddg is Cujo, and yes, he is a ghost puppy. It's a long story."
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They probably had holiday traditions, chores, all the stuff normal families had. Stuff she'd taken for granted even when she'd been living in her own world.
"Did you ever have to stop doing like...superhero stuff?" She still wasn't entirely clear on what Danny's powers or style was, but she'd gathered enough to know he was something more then human. And if he was here that meant he was probably a hero.
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"Not really. We had to do some juggling when Ida was born, but I work from home and by that point I'd mastered duplicating myself, so it wasn't as hard as you'd think."
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"Man I never even thought of a super power like that. Does the...clone or whatever do stuff on it's own or do you control it?" Her mind was swimming thinking of all the different ways she could have done things in Panem if she could duplicate herself.
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"They do stuff on their own, but they're really just extensions of me. All the memories they gain when split off come back to me when I call them back or they get destroyed. I try to avoid that last one, though. It really hurts."
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He seemed nice enough. A dad, a hero. Exactly the kind of guy she always thought of her own father before he was hauled away.
She put her finishing touches on a stacked sandwich of meat, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes and a smear of mayonnaise before returning the ingredients to the fridge. When she sat down to eat it with a glass of milk she started by squishing the sandwich down to a more manageable size.
"Do you even get scared anymore if you've been doing this stuff for so long?"
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He was even scared of himself, sometimes, given Dark Danny.
"It's not like I suddenly stopped worrying about things. Which is probably a good thing, honestly."
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"Sorry, I guess I just figured it had to get easier sooner or later. But I guess some problems never change huh?"
It was comforting in a way to know that even adults felt the same way kids did once in awhile.