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This was strange. Admittedly, strange and Danny had long been acquainted, but even for him it wasn't common to be at home and then suddenly pulled to a icy wasteland. If he hadn't known any better he'dve said he was in the Far Frozen, but there was a certain feel to the Ghost Zone that this place lacked. It reminded him more of his brief but disturbing experience with Panem from just over 15 years ago. True, he'd woken up there rather than having suddenly appeared, but the feeling of being whisked away to an unfamiliar place both against one's will and without any warning was definitely familiar.

Looking around, he thought he spotted some signs of civilization off in the distance. Deciding to check it out, he transformed and flew towards it.

What he found was a massive wood and stone building set into the ice. Part of him, as he hovered invisibly around it, almost automatically associated it with Santa's workshop, but shook off that knee-jerk reaction. Up until he got a good look in one of the windows.



Toys. And elves. And yeti, apparently. What. The. Hell. Apparently Dad had actually been right.

He looked for an entrance (No reason to be rude by just walking through a wall) and, not immediately seeing anyone, called out.

"Hey! Anybody home?"
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The thing with superspeed and cooking was that it was great for food prep but it still took just as long for things to cook as they always did. Kon had tried heatvision in the past, to speed things along, but that'd always had disastrous results. Using it to warm food, though, that worked and that was how he reheated the first batch of fried chicken he'd made after he finished the last batch. He also used it to reheat the gravy.

It was a proper gravy, a creamy sawmill gravy. He was crazy proud of his gravy. He'd never been able to replicate Ma's cooking 100% but he sure came close with the gravy.

The lounge area had lots of comfy chairs and was an ideal place for people to relax and hang out while eating fried chicken so he set up shop near all the comfy couches, putting down plate after plate of fried chicken and biscuits. The biscuits had been made in a massive batch and had been left warming in the oven so they nice and warm and flaky.

He danced around as he finished cooking his massive chicken dinner to one of those ipod stereos. He had an ipod full of girly pop that he'd nicked from the lab. At first he thought it was maybe Honey Lemon's but when he saw that the playlist names had somehow been programmed in Interlac, he figured out it was Lyle or Brainy's. In the past, their inclination towards girly pop music was something he might have ribbed them over but now? Now he danced around and sang to Katy Perry's "Roar" like nobody's business.

Between the music and the smell of delicious fried chicken and biscuits, most of the myths at the Pole would come see what the fuss was about but in case some of them didn't, Kon had made a whole tray of biscuits as a treat for the elves and he used them as a preemptive reward for getting the others.

"Go, my minions!" he cried out, tossing biscuits to them. "Go and get the others so they may feast!"

Out of gratitude for the delicious biscuits, they saluted him and spread out to bring everyone's attention to the glorious spread. Anyone that came to see what the fuss was about would be treated to an early dinner of delicious fried chicken, biscuits and gravy, and for the vegetarians among them (like Lyle and Brainy), grits, collard greens, black-eyed peas, and mashed potatoes.

Yes, he'd gone all out. It was almost Easter and that meant a few people would be having an Easter here instead of with their families, right? So it'd be a good one. He also figured doing it before Easter was a good idea in case Bunny needed their help or something on actual Easter Day.

When people started showing up, they were treated to the sight of a rather spectacular feast and the sight of Kon dancing around between the lounge and the kitchen as he finished making one last boatload of gravy and cleaned up. He was wearing an apron that said 'Kiss my grits!'

"Go ahead and tuck in," he said to people as they started showing up. "It's Before-Easter Dinner! And while I can't claim I'm as good a cook as the lady I learned to cook from, who I learned to cook from is a genuine Kansas farmer so it's still finger-lickin' good."

[ooc: Mingle thread! Pop music! People! Chicken! This is a nice little post for all the characters to mingle. Start up a little subthread for your characters and then tag around to other people's! It's set after all the recent intros so all the newer characters can participate and meet everyone.]
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Raph wasn't a guy who went with the flow as easily as he needed to. The lessons he'd taken with Master Splinter about this only went so far for a guy who's anger is sparked like a wildfire. For the past few days, he's been oscillating between sleep and the training area to wail on training dummies in a broody fit.

He's off-balance. He's losing his focus. He's not used to being away from his family, away from his whole support network and he's not great at making a new one. This situation has thrown one fact into stark relief: he makes his best friends by beating them up. He hasn't had anyone to beat up in awhile.

He didn't feel like going back to the training room today...Somehow, he'd felt weaker than he usually did. He'd settle, right at the moment, for watching the yetis and elves in the workshop. It wasn't exactly cheering him up, but once or twice a yeti would drop a hammer on it's foot or an elf would put it's head through a drum. Good enough for a laugh, but it's not distracting him from his restlessness.

...What is distracting him is his last resort hobby: knitting. He's making a scarf. He got some weird looks from one of the elves when he asked for it, and the first person who laughs is going to be holding the yarn.

In their mouth.
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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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