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The Black Forest was one of few forests left in the world that was still a place of strong magic. That's what Bunny had said at least and as soon as they started walking through, Kon was pretty sure why. It was misty and somewhat dark, like something out of a fairy tale. Very moody.

Which made sense, given the Brothers Grimm were from Germany. Kon half remembered something from English class about Little Red Riding Hood being inspired by the Black Forest.

What had brought them there was a critter roundup. Apparently both the Weisse Frauen - the white ladies, and the moss people of the forest had sent a message to the Guardians to ask for help. A strange beast was roaming the forest, one with glowing red eyes that moved in a flash of white and red. So far it'd restrained itself to only killing animals like wild boar for food but they were afraid it would soon turn its attention on the small sentient creatures of the forest since it seemed to be able to see them. Considering it'd also taken on a lynx or two and won they were afraid of what would happen if it turned its sights on them.

So there they were, going critter hunting, and if they removed the creature from the woods the moss people and white ladies, who'd taken a neutral stance against Kuk, would owe them a few favors. Which was definitely nothing to sneeze at. They desperately needed any edge against Kuk they could get.

"Be vewwy vewy quiet, we're hunting el chupacabra," Kon joked as he and Mikey crept through the brush, clutching a bag full of steaks in his hand. They were already nearly thawed. "It's probably not actually a chupacabra, though. Unless it missed a left turn at Albuquerque."

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saisthelimit

You know what makes sense? Not this.

It's not anywhere near the first time that Raphael has been pulled out his world and into another one. Not even close. It is the least fanfare this kind of thing has ever had, though. He closed his eyes for one second, one second exactly. He had been training with Leo. It'd been a reflex when he'd hit the ground after a jump.

When he'd opened his eyes, he was standing in a snowy forest. This kind of thing usually came with at least a bad guy's butt to kick.

Damn, it's cold. He's about shin deep in snow. His blood's starting to cool.

Staying put would be the smart thing -apparently, so he'd been told- but Raph was never one to do the smart thing. Besides, there was a very real risk of him freezing to death. Unless he found a way to get warm, he'd be falling asleep in the snow until his heart freezes.

Of course, sometimes it seems like the universe grants your wish without even you having to ask.

Something looks like it's moving in the shadows between the trees, barely glimpsed in the moonlight. The sais are coming out, but what he'll actually be hurting is up for debate. So he charges into the trees anyway, determined to make whatever is stalking him stop moving entirely. And he's not going to back down, even when he sees that they're apparently giant horrible shadow monsters uglier than Donnie after he's been up for 48 hours.

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delightfulloony

( Then I'd make a wish on a star, and I'd wish I was home once again. )

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atippleoftransparency

They'd drugged him. Lyle was only realizing that now as the drugs were wearing off, but they had definitely drugged him. That left him with two questions: why had the totalitarian government that had kidnapped him away from his team drugged him, and where the sprock was Brainy?

Why they had dumped him in an old-timey suburban neighborhood and given him back his flight ring (because it was his flight ring, or at least one of the Legion's flight rings; being the inventor of the sprocking things, he could tell the difference between a real one and the fake replacement they'd crammed onto his finger in a heartbeat) were also important questions to consider. But he could hammer them out after he'd answered one and two. Especially two.

He raised the ring to his lips, staring around at the houses around him in the pre-dawn light, waiting for something to come out of the shadows and attack him.

"Calling all Legionnaires in range. Can anyone hear me? Brainiac 5, are you there?"

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matchmadeinhell

Kon was reading at relative superspeed. It wasn't at his usual brisk pace, because he found that the limitations of his powers meant he couldn't retain the knowledge for more than a few minutes at his usual speeds, so he had to slow it down a little, but he was still thumbing through far faster than some of the others were taking just to go through the study guides they'd quickly procured.

"Is it just the fact I'm reading this as superspeed or does this story make no sense?" Kon said, as he thumbed through page after page.

Another reality shard had fallen away and now that their brands had signaled it, it was time to go dimension-hopping. Fortunately, it was a very small shard in the middle of the wilderness in Siberia and the area of effect was spreading slowly, so they had time to prepare.

With his otherworldly wisdom, Manny had managed to help out on this one, communicating some clues about the world they were about to enter by flashing the image of a cover of a book.

A fairly terrible book. Apparently they were entering the world it was based on.

So they were doing their homework as they geared up to go and trying to make sense of the senseless.

"So what I'm getting from this is this is a world where you're not allowed to have more than one personality trait? I think? Under pain of death, you have to be a one-dimensional character."

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not_the_philistine

Upon being brought to the pole by his new allies, Goliath made his first beeline for their missing host's library. To work with stories out of legend was not new to him, though he had thought he had left living fairy tales behind when he abandoned the boat of Avalon for home again. Truly, there was more in heaven and earth - in, apparently, many earths - than he had dreamt of.

While being caught out of time and place again, and alone of his clan this time, did not sit well with him, this was not the first time he had protected his clan at a distance. The universe needed saving, and as before, he had been brought where he was needed to help save it.

He only wished the rest of the clan had been brought with him. Particularly to a world where they were acknowledged as the protectors they were, and not things to be feared in the night.

In the library, he found more than enough references to keep him busy for several nights. There were so many tales and myths to reference that he had never heard of, tales he believed, upon reading a few, that no mortal had been privy to for a long, long time.

If all the universe was made up of stories, Goliath intended to learn as many new ones as quickly as he could.

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othersdestructive

"So let me get this straight, you're gonna spread around on the internet that we're real to get kids to believe in us?"

Right now, Raph and Molly were seated on the floor of Jamie Bennett's room. In a rare show of trust, Nico had actually let Raph take Molly by himself, as her magic was needed on a mission. The caveat had been, of course, that they had to go to Jamie's house - which was warded all to hell and back - and come right back to the Pole after, but Raph still understood the signifance of it - and the unspoken threat of retribution that would happen if he didn't bring Molly back safe and sound.

Jack had arranged for them to talk to Jamie - insisted on it, in fact - since Jamie was the primary believer of all the new otherdimensional myths being pulled in. More than that, Jamie was the one trying to spread belief of them around so that they had more believers than him.

At the moment, he was trying to explain the nature of belief and what he could do for them - and what he couldn't do.

"How many kids that believe in stuff even use the internet?"

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othersdestructive

"Inspector!" Rafa cried out, as the Inspector's ship crash landed in the purple jungles of Khalafross. Clad in his traditional animal skins, he was an imposing figure, even despite the fact that the Inspector was taller than him. "The danger light blinks! Rafa can see with the eyes of the ship! Our most hated enemy comes for us: Blorgons!"

Native to the planet Tumantis, Rafa was one of the Tessujex, a subgroup of the people known as the Suveteem. In the Inspector's adventures, he had discovered that the Suvateem were actually descendant of a crashed space exploration survey team. (Their name, in fact, was what "survey team" had devolved into over the centuries). The Tessujex had evolved from the animals on board that had accidentally been exposed to mutagens during the crash and developed human intelligence. (Hence the name Tessujex, a twisted version of the words "test subjects.")

After the Tessujex were used as slave labor for centuries, the Inspector was responsible for making the Suveteem realize that the humanoids among them were not the superior species they'd once thought they were and that their claim that they were descended from the gods was false, the Tessujex finally had a chance of being treated equal in their society. After that, Rafa, one of the Tessujex's most noble warriors and resistance fighters had declared that he would follow the Inspector to the end of time until the debt could be repaid, especially if it meant the Inspector could teach him the ways of peace after a lifetime of battle.

"We must leave! Quickly! And fight them in the jungle. Rafa knows the way!"

They had no way of defending themselves on the ship and there was no way to repair it while the Blorgons were on board.

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lightoffyoursails

Jim had been solar-surfing through the industrial canyons of Montressor when the pull caught him, and his solar surfer with it.

Montressor didn't have malls, so Jim didn't recognize the building that had suddenly appeared around him in place of all the dangerous machinery, or the large mercantile displays within, or why this place was populated by only one species.

He also didn't know that the Terrans milling around couldn't see him yet, or that he was insubstantial to them, which is why he panicked.

"Ahh! Get out of the way!"

He jerked his solar surfer through the crowd, blazing by too fast to notice that the people he was narrowly missing didn't notice his passing at all. He was on fire, though, piloting the recreational machine better than he ever had in his life, and he'd always been a good surfer. The board and sail responded as if they were reading his mind for commands.

He skidded to a stop - right in front of a Terran who, with heavy headphones covering his ears and his eyes fixed firmly on the small flat computer in his hands, didn't see Jim in his way.

"Look out!"

Jim tried to move aside, but the guy walked through him. Right through him. The warmth of the guy's body passed through his, seemed to take all the air out of Jim's lungs with it, and left him gasping in shock as people continued to mill around as if a guy hadn't nearly crashed his solar surfer into a bunch of them at all. A few more even walked through him, as if he was a hologram. Or they were.

Holograms. Okay. Jim began waving his hands at the people around him and, when no one continued to acknowledge him, through them.

Holograms too. And they were all Terran. The homogeneity of the species in this program was freaking Jim out as much as having stumbled into a massive hologram in the first place. Who was behind this thing?

Jim shouldered his board and walked straight through the wall back into the main crowd of the mall, looking for anyone who seemed to be real in the crowd.

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matchmadeinhell

Kon still wasn't up for wearing the S. Sure, the lasso had told him he still deserved it, that it all wasn't his fault, but having that sink in his brain wasn't the same as having it sink into his heart.

Besides, when he heard where he and Korra were heading and what they were doing, he knew there was only one outfit he could use to gear himself up for battle:

A blue Hawaiian shirt with a tapa design, cargo shorts, and brown boots. Now way was he doing the spandex or super t-shirt thing for this.

"I am so ready for this." How long had it been? "I literally died and came back to life, that's how long it's been since I've been back to Hawaii."

And while he'd had to leave it, because of his ohana going their separate ways, and most of all because of losing Tana, there was a part of him that would never leave. The aloha spirit never really left you, after all.

"And we have to talk to Pele - like, the real Pele. Talk about a 'Kamaʻaina Come Home' event," he went on, tossing the snowglobe up and down in his hand, before finally turning to Korra to see if she was ready to go. Something finally occurred to him. "...You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you."

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shutupaisha

Today, there was chaos in the busy streets of a rather seedy city - there was a man running from the police, who were continually shouting for him to stop. The man who was running from them stuck out like a sore thumb - solid red hair, scars everywhere, and fashion that would look less out of place in a schlocky space show.

(Funny, that...)

The other thing that makes him stick out is that he keeps going invisible periodically, which would be an ideal method of ditching the cops if he could actually pick up on when he turned invisible. However, a bit of the devil's own luck is with him, and he takes a side street during one of those invisible times, and upon realizing he was no longer being tailed, he finally stops to catch his breath.

"Damn, you get caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, and suddenly everyone loses their minds..."

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[OOC: So just as a heads-up for those not familiar with Outlaw Star, Gene Starwind is an unrepentant asshole and huge sleazeball when it comes to women. There's gonna be some discussion of being a peeping tom and a creeper here, and if your character is an attractive lady, he's more than likely to hit on them in a pushy manner. If you're not comfortable with this happening, let me know, and I'll not do it. However, do feel free to let the full wrath of IC consequences fall down on his head. He's Actual Space Trash™ and needs to get all the consequences dropped on him as possible.]

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matchmadeinhell

"Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike
He's down on his luck...
It's touuuugh, so too-ouugh"

Kon was singing, his voice somewhat delirious and horribly off pitch because he generally couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

Because why not, right? It felt good to belt it out. It was just sort of tumbling out of him.

It was monstrous, what happened in the training gym. Catastrophic. That was what happened when someone like Kon didn't hold back. Even at a more limited capacity than usual, he'd still wrecked the place; clockwork robot parts were strewn everywhere, some of the obstacles had been broken, although the magical fields that supported them at the higher training levels kept him from totally trashing them all.

He'd gone for about four hours with the thing set at the highest level, level 20, working himself into exhaustion and the program had finally registered that he was getting too beat up and stopped automatically, magically sensing that the workout was moving away from rigorous and bruise-ey to genuinely harmful.

"Gina works the diner all daaay
Working for her man,
She brings home her pay
For loooove, for loooooove"

Where he lay in his little impact crater in the wrecked floor, clothes tattered, sweating buckets, bleeding slightly from his eyes (his heatvision had been left flaring about an hour too long), Kon was lost in a haze of self-hatred. The abject rage had died down, but what was left was a sheen of self-loathing that'd been left behind like greasy residue in its place.

"She says, 'We've gotta hold on to what we've got.
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not.
We've got each other and that's a lot.
For loooove we'll give. It. A shot.'"

It was funny how each time something horribly traumatic happened in his life, he kept thinking nothing could ever feel worse. Accidentally get some poor dude killed showboating and playing up the fame thing? Couldn't get worse. Get betrayed by some sick, psycho older woman who was toying with him? Couldn't get worse. Watch his first love die? Couldn't get worse. Lose a mentor? Couldn't get worse. Get conscripted to be a medic holding people's guts together in a war, get tortured on Apokolips, watch a friend get traumatized as a part of him died, get brainwashed and attack his friends, actually freakin' die...

It always got worse. The never-ending trauma congo line went on.

"Whoooooa, we're half way there
Whooooa, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear
Whooooa, livin' on a prayer!"

The gym was mostly soundproofed but anyone near the lower levels might have heard the thunderous booms and zappy noises from his training/smashing session, what with some of them shaking the foundation of the place. They'd gone quiet now. He'd forgotten to lock the door, which meant if anyone walked in they'd be forced to listen to his terrible singing.

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So, they were now mythical people in a mythical land of magic, the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics was theory, not hypothesis, and the universe needed to be saved. Also the Easter Bunny and Santa were real here.

Well okay then. Gogo was adaptable and rather unflappable, to a degree that made it so it could be argued that it was her true superpower.

Of course, it seemed she had actual superpowers now and that was weird. Or at least a superpower. Rather than her suit being something she had to put on and take off now she could summon it at will, and her control of her discs wasn't magnetic, it was mental.

Which was pretty cool.

What was cooler was the fact that magic was real here. Like true scientists, Gogo and Honey Lemon didn't deal with that by ignoring or dismissing the idea of magic. No, far from it. They were already having the yetis help them build a lab and planned to study it.

"You. Move the 3D printer over there," Gogo instructed one of the yetis, as she shoved a massive cabinet of tools into their new lab space with her shoulders.

She'd meet people. Eventually. But preparing for science came first, obviously, then socializing came later.

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morethanmyth

Upon arrival to Burgess, the others found themselves in the middle of a mess. Children all wandering towards the witches' cabin in the woods, surrounding by a magical dome that didn't let in any adults, the adults all wandering towards the party at the local community college, where the adults were under a spell meant to cause them to dance themselves to death.

The songs, fortunately, had stopped by the time they arrived, but with all the kids inside the dome and all the adults entranced at the party, they had to find some other way to break the spells aside from brute force.

Which meant killing the witches.

Fortunately they had time - at least according to the talking cat that appeared when they tried to break into the dome, claiming to be an enemy of the witches. Apparently peeking inside meant he saw that the spell was draining the life from Jack and the other young myths because they had a surplus of it as myths. Jack in particular had a ton of life energy due to his long unlife and the belief the kids had in him, and it meant that it'd take a long time for the spell to drain the life from all the kids to kill them. It was sucking them all dry, but while Jack bore the brunt of the spell, and then the other myth children that were part of the team next, all of the kids would live.

Until he rain dry. Once he was nearly tapped, the other myths kids all would run close to empty, too, and then the mortal children - and they'd all die at the same time.

Which mean they all had a very important task to accomplish - alone. Other than the team members that had shown up, backup from the Pole wasn't coming, since all the others were out dealing with putting out other fires around the world or not ready to leave the Pole and fight yet.

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morethanmyth

With reality getting thinner, there were more than myth people appearing. Sometimes there were myth locations, especially ones that were appropriate to the time of year. With Halloween approaching, countless kids were watching Halloween themed movies, everything from horror movies to the more family-friendly fair. Among certain age sets, one particular Halloween movie was capturing the attention of the younger children, one that showed on TV every year. That was why a strange cabin appeared in the woods just outside of Berk, one that Jamie's friends apparently had no reservations against exploring.

"Guys, I don't think this is a good idea," Jamie said as they poked and prodded at the windows, hanging back nervously. The place looked...familiar. In a bad way. "We've been all over these woods and I don't think this was even here before."

"Oh come on, Jamie, don't be a chicken. It's probably some kinda haunted house someone set up for Halloween," said his friend Claude. He prodded at the door...which swung open. "And it looks like whoever set it up left it unlocked.

"What are you afraid of?" asked Caleb, bouncing in front of Jamie's face, wiggling his fingers. "Ghosts?"

"You know what I'm afraid of. It could be -"

"Oh, don't say it," said Claude.

"He's gonna say it," said Caleb.

"Here he goes again," said Pippa, rolling her eyes upward.
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othersdestructive

As soon as the yeti finished that beautiful, beautiful brand spankin' new not liberated from the trash drum kit, Raph had swooped in and commandeered it, dragging it off piece by piece to the room he'd also commandeered as his own when he'd first arrived.

"You can make another one," he'd shot back at the pouting yeti, who'd sighed and gotten back to work as he stole the cymbals.

It was a Pearl Export kit. Not exactly top of the line but solid, had a good sound just like the real thing (talk about trademark infringement, right?), and most importantly of all, it was new. Like so few of Raph's belongings were. In fact, the only belongings he had that weren't, ahem, "recycled," were things April and Casey had given him. Everything else was junk scavenged from the surface by Splinter - and then by him and his brothers when they started going up.

New drums. Actual new drums. And a new cd player. And new cds. He'd managed to grab a few new things, actual new things. For the first time in his life, he was playing on a new drum kit.

All the "you have to save all of existence" stuff aside, this place rocked.

That was why he was in his room banging away, sometimes playing very recognizable drums beats by themselves, sometimes in time with the original music. If it sounded like he was crazy enthusiastic about what he was doing, it was because he was.

He'd left his door open out of a general lack of consideration for others, but the noise didn't add much more noise pollution to the busy workshop than there was - and at least he was good. Very good, in fact.

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morethanmyth

One of the stressful parts about over half of the Guardians being missing was that that the world went on, and belief in them couldn't afford to falter. Until they got some sort of indication that they were dead, the Yetis still made toys for Christmas, and the Mini Fairies still collected teeth, under the command of Baby Tooth. There had been the odd Mini Fairy sighting here and there, but they were all busier than ever, as they had to do as much of what their creator did as they could, to make sure that she had as much belief as they could drum up for her.

Which is why seeing a small cloud of Mini Fairies come flashing into the Workshop was probably not a good sign, especially given the distressed chirps they were letting out.

They start circling the main chamber, zipping here and there like organized hummingbirds, looking for Jack or Bunny or anyone who can help them.

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carrierdove

"I said to stop pulling my feathers."

The voice is flat and unamused. There is a giant mourning dove (about the size of a large dog) perched on the banister overlooking the Globe of Belief, and there's a cluster of elves huddled near him, completely disregarding personal space and putting their hands through his feathers, occasionally trying to pull one. The dove seems to be glaring at them, but it's hard to tell since it's a fucking bird.

"Go away and leave me alone." He flares his feathers and gives a flap of the wings, kicking up enough wind to make the elves slide back. Normally, the invasion of personal space would deeply upset him, but the little things feel more like animals than people. It'd be like getting angry at a dog for trying to get too close and personal.

The elves hide behind objects to escape the wind, but they're already peeking out, gauging how long it will be before they can go investigate the feathers again.

The bird sighs and turns his attention back to the globe, watching lights flicker in and out. Maybe he should fly closer to get a better look.

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amazing_amazon

One of the things Diana liked best about the North Pole was the immense training facility that they had in the lowest levels. It wasn't quite the same as sparring with her Amazon sisters - nothing would ever be quite the same as that, though training with Dinah Laurel Lance and Barda Free came very close on most days - but this would do.

She had set up the clockwork robots to oppose her. Some of them moved like ninja, others like soldiers, others set to something unpredictable.

As robots went flying this way and that, it was clear that Diana was enjoying herself. Yes, she was sent to Patriarch's World on a mission of peace and tolerance, but in as much as a cruel dictator could enjoy fine, delicate art, so too could someone as peace-loving as Diana enjoy the art of war. She had, after all, been bred for it in some ways.

But only as a means to an end, and nothing more. If there was a chance that Diana could take a peaceful way out, well, she would. Always.

She'd been down here for an hour now and she'd only broken into the thinnest sheen of sweat. Her lasso went one way while her tiara went another. She timed it perfectly so that, on its way back, the tiara would also zing the opponent she'd lassoed, knocking it unconscious.

Jewelry as weaponry. People may laugh at it, but it has its uses. Truly, anything could be a weapon in the right hands. Anything could also be a weapon in the wrong hands. In her experience, more often than not, that was tragically the case.

Once the robots were down and out, Diana had set up another little obstacle for herself. A line of robots shooting at her from all directions. This...this was her favourite part. The one thing she'd enjoyed practicing as a child, and the one thing that she still enjoyed even today.

Bullets and bracelets.

They came at her, flashes of fire and portents of pain, but Diana was fast. Her indestructible vambraces became a blur of silver haloing around her body as she turned and deflected, her arms graced with Hermes' speed and blessed with Athena's tactical knowledge as she deflected the bullets just so, ensuring that no innocent bystander would ever be caught by their riotous ricocheting.

Diana didn't expect many guns, not in this situation, but one never knew.

Besides, it was fun practicing, regardless.

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didnotdoitforthevines

Artistic expression hasn't really been an outlet Korra's ever really explored - that was more Huan's and Meelo's thing. She didn't really have the patience to try actually applying things to canvas like Meelo, but using bending, like Huan? Maybe that was more up her alley.

Or so she thought. She'd started out just with some basic stuff, drawing up snow and shaping it. First, one yeti showed up to watch. And then another, and another, until she had an audience. By that point, she was less doing snow-sculpture and more showing off her bending on a practice dummy of snow that she'd build back up again and again.

If anything, it was good practice.

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matchmadeinhell - [LN] Wascally Wabbits?
saisthelimit - [LN] By the Light of the Moon
delightfulloony - If I could visit the moon, well I'd dance on a moon beam but then? [Open]
atippleoftransparency - [LN] We Are Never Traveling By Handbasket Again
matchmadeinhell - [LN] Thank Goodness We're Well-rounded Characters
not_the_philistine - Open - TO THE LIBRARY
othersdestructive - [LN] Candy Mountain [locked to Molly]
othersdestructive - [LN] Dangerously Genre-Savvy [closed to Nico]
lightoffyoursails - [LN] Escape from Planet 9West! (for Raph and Nico)
matchmadeinhell - [LN] Mālama Aina [locked to Kon and Korra]
shutupaisha - [LN] Belief Is A Dangerous Thing
matchmadeinhell - [LN] Livin' on a Prayer [closed to Nico]
gogogadgetdiscs - [LN] Ladies of Science [open]
morethanmyth - [LN] Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble
morethanmyth - [LN] Bubble Bubble, Toil and Trouble...
othersdestructive - [LN] Beat of His Own Drums [Open]
morethanmyth - [LN] Flight of the Mini Fairies
carrierdove - [LN] No, those aren't for pulling
amazing_amazon - [LN] Wonder Warrior
didnotdoitforthevines - [LN] Snow Place Like Home

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[LN] Wascally Wabbits?

[LN] By the Light of the Moon

If I could visit the moon, well I'd dance on a moon beam but then? [Open]

[LN] We Are Never Traveling By Handbasket Again

[LN] Thank Goodness We're Well-rounded Characters

Open - TO THE LIBRARY

[LN] Candy Mountain [locked to Molly]

[LN] Dangerously Genre-Savvy [closed to Nico]

[LN] Escape from Planet 9West! (for Raph and Nico)

[LN] Mālama Aina [locked to Kon and Korra]

[LN] Belief Is A Dangerous Thing

[LN] Livin' on a Prayer [closed to Nico]

[LN] Ladies of Science [open]

[LN] Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

[LN] Bubble Bubble, Toil and Trouble...

[LN] Beat of His Own Drums [Open]

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[LN] No, those aren't for pulling

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