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Another night, another weirdo criminal causing trouble in Gotham. Right now Condiment King was trying to hold up the Gotham branch of the First National Bank. His condiment guns had definitely been upgraded since Tim last saw him. Now, he could manage a very acidic mustard, vinegar, ketchup, relish, and nutella.

The last one was the one that posed the most risk, given how many people had nut allergies. Which meant of course that he had to be taken down before he plastered someone with it that was allergic.

Kon was a long way from Smallville. In the past, he would've just jumped in and probably wrecked the street or something, but he'd long since learned not to just barrel into a situation until he knew what was going on.

That meant, just for a moment, as Condiment King tried to fight his way away from the bank, that he got to watch Tim work. Which was impressive, as usual.

Still, right now, he didn't know whether to help or just laugh his butt off. To start with, he settled with watching, just to make sure the condiment thing was really the only ace up this guy's sleeve.

You have got to be kidding me...
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They had to try their best to do this thing incognito. After all, the plan was get in, get the shard, get out, and while several of them were total unknowns in this world, three of them ran the risk of being recognized by some of the resident superheroes and supervillains since they were from a similar dimension and had equivalents here.

Nightwing, not so much since he usually wore a mask, but Cassie and Kon didn't wear masks as part of their costumes, and Kon especially wore a very familiar face. He was younger than Kal but still approaching adulthood now and that meant his cloney resemblance to the current de facto ruler of the world was pretty uncanny now.

That was why Kon was in disguise. He was wearing his usual jeans, black long-sleeved shirt, black boots, and black gloves. But he had a dumpy, shapeless, brown jacket over top of it all, a blue baseball cap, and a pair of dorky, large-framed glasses. Fortunately, spring was only just starting in this world and hadn't quite chased away the chill of winter so they could all bundle up with clothes that made them look innocuous.

The magical door had appeared in an alley, against a nondescript wall. As soon as they were all through and had closed it behind then, Kon peered around a corner to see if he could recognize where they were by the city's night-time skyline.

"Looks like Gotham." A pause. "It's hardly recognizable, though. I've never seen Gotham this clean."

He squinted instinctually, trying to peer around some more with his X-ray vision and found it working in full when he usually struggled with it back in the Guardians' universe. He held up his hand and poured on the teke, creating a field around it.

"My powers seem to be stronger here for some reason. The ones that are limited in the Guardians' universe are back, like my teke. You guys feeling the same? Most of us are superheroes or equivalents in our worlds. Being in a superhero universe might be amping up our powers or something. Maybe making the belief stronger."

It all ran on narratives, right? Stories? This was a story superheroes were supposed to be in.
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For all the amiable home-cooked fried chicken dinners Kon had in him, he had a whole world of issues he was working through right now. But that was okay. He was dealing with them. Rather than talking to someone about his problems (because who was there that was qualified? Harley Quinn? Ha!) he just spent a lot of time thinking about them. Working through them on his own.

The training room was a good place to vent. Lots of enchanted robots to beat down while he mulled things over in his head, a way to work out his aggression - which he had lots of when he thought about this stuff and the people that'd hurt him.

Of course, that meant the joint always looked fairly trashed whenever he was done, until the enchanted cleaning robots swept through and fixed it up good as new. They tended to Mary Poppins the place a bit.

He usually worked himself to (relative) exhaustion when he was like this, pushing the myth healing to its limit.

And that meant that afterward he usually laid down on the matted floor, breathing almost meditatively, as he worked things out in his head. The calm was nice. It was a growing thing, almost alive, something that was starting to lay down roots to create a more pervasive sense of peace in his life.

His superhearing meant that he heard the man at the door before he even opened it. The second it was open, he said, "I'm almost done with the room. Just some post-fight chilling."

He peeked over.

"Oh hey, you're new."
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Even after months in New York, Dick still found himself in places that weren't necessarily well known to him yet.

However, going from the middle of a large number of Manhattan high rises to...what could only be described as a suburban residential area was a new one on him.

Luckily, he'd been low enough to the ground that the inability to grapple on to another building didn't do more than make him groan as he hit the ground in a tumble to take away some of the momentum. He flipped back to his feet, blinking at the area around him from behind his mask before reaching for an escrima stick as he tapped his communicator. "Nightwing to Oracle. Or Batman. Or Robin."

Static in return. "Oh, that's just great."
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[Everyone has been given comm devices. They look almost like handheld video game systems with a few odd quirks attached, like steampunk-esque whirring gold components that look like they're magical in nature. (They are.)]

Commencing first test of the communications system.

The communication devices you've all been handed are meant to serve our ongoing communications needs. They combine the functionality of the enchanted radios Nico Minoru and Bunnymund created with a text-based bulletin system. They were extremely difficult to make and required the cooperation of most of the engineers and mystics present so please make an effort to not lose or break them. It's only natural that we may have equipment lost or damaged on missions but if we find out that your comm was broken because you left it somewhere around the Pole and the elves used it as a chew toy, we will combine our magical and scientific efforts to experiment on the most efficient way to turn you into a toad.

Technology can be scrambled with magic which meant we had to create the devices with safeguards against both magical and technological interference. Due to the difficulty of combining practical technology with magic, we've yet to manage incorporating a video messaging function but audio and text-based communication should serve our communication needs for now. The distance the comms will work will be severely dependent on any magical interference but at peak operating levels and signal strength, we should be able to communicate with one another from any point on the globe.

Those of you that lack the required digits to type or have forms of environmental navigation that don't rely on vision can use the text-to-voice and voice-to-text functions. If you need any further personalization come to the lab and let us know. For those of you seeking comfortable ways of carrying these devices on your person, let the yetis know and they'll fashion holsters or lanyards that suit your respective physiologies.

The design of the devices isn't exactly the most visually appealing but we've had to make use of what materials we have on hand and unfortunately the casings of handheld gaming systems seemed the only viable option, given their durability. So yes, we are using toys to fight a war to preserve reality. One only hopes we won't be reduced to tossing very large rocks at the enemy under these conditions.

Please respond so we can test the functionality of the comment system.
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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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Kon had taken it on himself to welcome a lot of the new people. Part of it was he was a natural social butterfly, now finally able to flit around and meet people again after a very long time of being treated badly and being kept in isolation.

Part of it was the abject delight of being able to introduce people to Santa's Freakin' Workshop.

And part of it was because people made some pretty hilarious bewildered faces sometimes.

In any case, Kon noticed Peter when he arrived in the workshop - he was good at faces after so many missions where he'd had to memorize targets from their files - and immediately took it on himself to pop in and give him a welcome.

"Hey there, you look new. Has anyone given you the brochures?" He walked over to a nearby table near the lounge area and picked two up, handing them over.

One of them was titled, "Myth-hood and You: How to handle not being whatever species you were anymore" and the other was titled "Saving the Universe for Dummies: A handy how-to guide."

He'd worked very hard on them. The yetis had even printed off a ton of copies for him on a little printing press.
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Kon was excited. As soon as Mikey said Manny had given the word that a woman wearing an S on their chest had showed up, he'd been psyched.

"I wonder if it's Linda. I haven't seen her in ages; she retired from superheroing a while back and dropped off the radar. Or it might be my cousin Kara. There's been a couple Supergirls."

He brought the sleigh down towards the location Manny had given, Aurora, Nevada, an abandoned ghost town. The rickety buildings that were still standing looked like they were made of driftwood, dry and lifeless.
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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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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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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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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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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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"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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 She had been here...and then she'd been taken away in a flash of gold. Where she'd gone, what had happened to her, Diana couldn't say for certain. There had been permutations. Things about her she hadn't recognized. 

It was as though the universe had kept on trying to find a place for her. A reason for her to exist that made sense. 

It had kept on failing.

But she was back.

The familiar red, gold, and star-spangled blue. The lasso, glowing with warmth by her side. 

A familiar smile spread across her cheeks as she stood outside of Santa's workshop, the cold of the evening not having much of an effect on her at all.

The children had summoned her again.

She lifted herself up into the air, slowly turning around in a circle, wondering who else had been summoned. Was it the same group? Others? 

Hera, please let this time be smoother sailing.
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She'd been home.

Molly had been home, she knew that much, but for almost no time at all - enough to wake up from her nap and recognize that she was in the Leapfrog, Victor and Chase arguing about something up front and Karolina laughing at them. It was a little stuffy and the seat vibrated a little and there was that slight tug at her stomach as they Leapfrogged homewards--

And then she was at the North Pole, dumped unceremoniously onto a pile of teddy bears, to the surprise of one of the Yetis. She blinked at him for a moment, then scrambled out of the pile and took off running. The elves that saw her immediately started trying to follow her, excited to have their fellow toy-tester back, and it was that... rather unique tableau that she presented to anyone who happened to be watching as she raced upstairs looking for people she recognized.

"NICOOOOOOO!"
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After so many days of a life that was entirely regimented, where even his rare, rare downtime was completely monitored (from inside him) so that he was kept from having too much fun or feeling like a person, Kon didn't know what to do with himself. The most miserable part was he was in a place that he would have been overjoyed to see if he was feeling himself, back when - well, back when he was capable of being overjoyed about anything.

As it was, he milled around, trying to stay out of the way of the Yetis, ultimately taking to the air and hovering over it all to take a look.

The Easter Bunny and Jack Frost (still a mind whammy there) said there were a few more people they were collecting and that he should just stay put while they gave them the whole rigmarole and brought them back too. He didn't even think to try to come along with him. He was getting used to thinking again in general. For himself, at least.

So he hovered there for a while, expression blank, watching Yetis make toys in Santa's workshop, which was yet another chapter in the big book of Weirdness that was his life. He thought about what the Guardians said. He was fiction in this world, most likely pulled over from where he was real because he made kids feel safe.

He made kids feel safe.

He had always done that before. For most of his life, even. It just didn't feel that way because of how horrible his life had been for the last year but it reminded him of how it felt back before all that, back when he fought evil with a laugh and a crow, back when he played with kids whenever he could and frequently let them fly with him as their make-a-wish.

It was a reminder that he still had it in him, that it was who he really was. He made kids feel safe and weird shit had happened like it always had, and he was in Santa's workshop, and he was free.

He was free, in a place far from his handlers where he could find a way to remove their control so that whenever he went back (and he would get back like he always had when he'd hopped across the multiverse), he could be himself again. He could go back as Superboy instead of Match, instead of Project: Gladiator.

He was free.

Tears started to roll down his face as he watched toys be made in another world where Santa was real. This world needed his help but the never-ending battle went on, right? And he could fight it as himself again. He just had to find his way back to who he was and try to let go of the guilt, of the stains on his soul.

But maybe he actually could in a place like this.

He dared to do a little loop-de-loop and even laughed a bit, and started to flit around slightly, dancing in between the little gliders and balloons and other flying toys whizzing around.

"Santa's Workshop. Now that's definitely something I can add and cross off the ol' bucket list."

He was so absorbed in watching the toys that he didn't even notice Bunny delivering another person they'd found to the workshop. Not at first anyway.

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