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6/11/15 12:51 am
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It's a little known fact, but just outside of Santa's workshop, there exists an ice rink. Regulation NHL sized, it's set up for hockey games in addition to ice skating. It isn't used often these days, but today, at least, one person was making good use of it.

Casey Jones, goalie mask firmly over his face as usual, was skating around the ice, slapping puck after puck into the net with remarkable accuracy. Those who came upon him would hear the rhythmic slapping noises of stick hitting puck long before they actually saw him.
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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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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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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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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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"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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"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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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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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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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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"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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 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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"It wasn't a big deal. Everything worked out fine and I had an out so I don't see what the problem is. All of you are making into a bigger thing than it needs to be."

After storming off from the argument with Bunny over Raph running off to get Winchester's brother himself, he'd dragged Mikey into playing a video game. In reality, he'd have preferred to be alone but he could tell Mikey had been bothered by the fact he'd run off alone and gotten injured so he mostly just wanted to show him his arm was okay enough to play video games with it.

The problem was Mikey was still harping on what had happened out of concern.

Rather than being annoyed at Mikey, Raph was trying his best to put Mikey's concern to rest while channeling his annoyance into kicking his butt at Mario Kart.
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The motel that Dean went to sleep in was the same one he woke up in, until he walked outside.

For one thing, he'd gone to sleep at night, and knew he'd been asleep at least a full 8 hours. In defiance of this, the stars were still twinkling. This was doubly odd, because the motel he'd gone to sleep in had been on the outskirts of Chicago, under too much light pollution for any stars at all, but this motel was so far out of any town that the road leading up to it was unpaved.

"What the hell?"

Someone was playing a piss-poor game on him, and nobody ever played games on Dean Winchester for harmless fun. He reached into his coat for a weapon, and found a fully loaded sig sauer right where he'd . . . not actually put it the night before.

And yet there it was in his shoulder holster. Huh. Had he seriously slept with a loaded gun? It wouldn't be the first time, but seriously, how had he forgotten that the night before?

There was no real time to look this gift horse in the mouth, so Dean kept the muzzle of the firearm to the ground as he looked around for a trace of movement, any clue as to what he was not currently doing adjacent to a major city.
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Well, her first unsupervised mission had gone well -- they'd located and rescued a couple more people for the fight against Kuk, none of them had gotten hurt, and there was a whole gaggle of scientists who were reconsidering their stance on how to react to aliens. Not bad for an afternoon's work. She'd turned the mutant turtles over to Jack and Bunny for the full run-down, unleashed Dipper and Mabel to go do whatever it was the two of them did in their free time, and worked the rest of her adrenaline out on her latest sewing project.

The end result was a new hat for Molly (whenever she got back home. If she got back home) and a sugar craving that she could indulge since the North Pole's usual occupant was technically more famous among his preferred audience for his sweet tooth than he was for his ability to stab things really well.

It seemed that she wasn't the only one in the mood for a snack. A whole bunch of snacks had been laid out on a table in the kitchen, all of them looking a little picked over. She blinked at them, then at the turtle half-buried in the nearest cupboard.

"Are you throwing a party or testing for poison?"
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"Jus' - jus' five more minutes, Master Splinter."

Come on, it'd been a busy night. Couldn't he sleep in just a little bit longer?

Except...except he wasn't in the lair.

As Raph opened his eyes, he realized he wasn't even in the city.

New York was New York and after spending the majority of his life under it, and exploring every facet of it from above after he and his brothers had started exploring at night, it was practically in his blood.

Wherever he was now, it didn't look like New York, it didn't sound like New York - it definitely didn't smell like New York.

And his head felt like it'd been cracked open and...something was rushing in. Something unnameable and shifting. It was making even his memories fuzzy. It was almost like something that wasn't himself was trying to push in and make...something else into himself. For a moment, all he could do was push himself up onto his knees and hunch over, holding his head in his hands.

"Ugh, my head."

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