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||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to all the podmates.

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

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It was Kon who went forward this time, slowly lowering himself to the invisible "floor," and testing it with his feet, walking out onto it, figuring if it suddenly disappeared, he could just fly.

"Think it's some kinda forcefield..."

When he was out near the center, he suddenly lurched.

Then started floating upwards....

"Uh...I'm not actually flying right now, guys..."

"Elevator force field?" Bart suggested.

Tim looked on with alarm. "That's... really unsettling, actually." He started easing his way across the invisible floor toward Kon. He really hoped it didn't disappear. Otherwise... he was pretty screwed. Still, if there was an "elevator," then it must be meant for people who didn't naturally fly.

Maybe he wouldn't fall, then.

He wouldn't fall. The invisible elevator started lifting him, too, bumping him up to Kon's level. And it would lift Bart if he stepped on.

In a mere blip of a second, Bart was there too, standing just below them and like the others, rising to meet them. He waved, looking up above them.

Grinning, Kon hummed a note. Then another note. Then three more, one at a time.

Then he put them all together (http://www.afcsat.com/mid/Dialog.mid) into the Close Encounters theme.

"What?"

Tim snickered a little at the sound of the greeting from Close Encounters. "And you say I'm a geek." He waved down at Bart.

"That one was programmed in, okay? Along with all the Star Trek. The Cadmus goons that decided what I should go into the world knowin' were nerds..."

"So I'm the only not nerd here. Cool." Imp said with a grin lacing his features. He never got that label.

"Hey, I said THEY were nerds, not that I was a nerd--"

They zipped up through a tunnel and into a room that looked like...

A warehouse. Of some kind. With lots and lots of REALLY weird stuff. Swords, strange weapons, orbs, scrolls, backpacks and leather bags. There was such strange sights as a mystical-looking staff placed next to a Hello Kitty lunchbox.

"Bart. Don't touch anything."

Tim actually threw an arm out in a soccer-mom grab to keep Bart from rushing forward. Not that his arm would really have stopped his friend dashing forward at speed, but the idea was there.

His eyes widened as he looked around. "What the heck is all this stuff? Whose is it?"

"It looks just like Dynasty fighter six." Impulse said, casting a almost disapointed glance to his friend, crossing his arms as he did so.

"Maybe it's ours? If it is I want one of those." Bart said as he gestured to a large very odd and dangerous looking item on the wall.

"You don't need chainsaw nunchucks," Kon said, floating over to look around for Robin's stuff. (He hadn't really had any stuff on him).

Tim shuddered a little at the thought of Impulse wielding the wicked looking weapon. There really weren't enough bandages or tourniquets in the world for that. He started poking carefully through the items, looking for his Robin gear, and trying not to accidentally activate something he shouldn't.

"How do you know I don't need them? I could probably save the world with em. There will be a day when Impulse needs chainsaw nunchucks and it'll be the day I get to tell you I told you so." Bart said all on one lungful.

This was taking too long. He zipped past them, looking for whatever screamed Robin. Robin belt, batmarangs, rangmabats..

"Rob! Here's your utility belt, over here."

Tim glanced over at Kon and grinned. "Awesome. This looks pretty familiar, too." He held up green domino between his index and middle fingers.

Bart skidded back to his two com padres, his cowl hanging behind him like a hood and a pair of sunglasses, red and stylish hanging off his nose and clad in a leather jacket that was far too large for him. "Found your S."

Kon very, very nearly squeed. He didn't, but he almost did.

"Haven't seen that jacket in--gimme!" Grabby hands.

It was old stuff, but it was still his stuff, and there was an S! On the back, okay, but still an S.

Tim laughed as Kon snatched his--older--Superboy stuff from Bart.

"Just as well," he told Bart with a grin. "Looked a little silly on you." Kon's stuff really had been way too big on him.

Bart pulled the sunglasses off and handed it to his friend along with the sunglasses, then to Tim. "So, What? Do I have nothin? Does this mean I get the Sawchucks?"

"No sawchucks!"

Dammit, he sounded like a mom. He was NOT the mom!

Instead he turned his attention to the jacket, holding it in one hand and touching the S-shield on the back with the other, as if reassuring himself with it. "Man, haven't seen this thing in a while--well, one of these things, anyway. I lost count of how many jackets I went through."

He pulled it on. Thankfully, it'd always been somewhat over-large, because his frame was broader now. Now for the finishing touch--the sunglasses. Yes, he was wearing them inside.

"I feel all retro."

What? He hadn't worn this thing in more than a year. When you were hardly older than five, that was ages and ages.

Tim bit back a smirk. Kon sounded like someone's mom.

He gave his friend an appraising look. "Yep. Totally retro." He put the mask on--and he was getting way too much like Batman if he felt more comfortable like this--and glanced back at Bart. "There's got to be something here for you..." He started looking around again, and came up with a gold ring with a Flash symbol set into it. "How about this?" He oculdn't imagine that it would be someone else's...

Bart's jaw dropped briefly as he snatched it away almost possessively, before catching himself. Polite. This is important- yeah. "Thanks." he said as he put the ring snug on his finger.

He beamed proudly as he bared a fist, relaxed, testing the feel of it on his finger. It was definitely his.

"So, we're off to see the wizard, right? Time to go kick some supervillain or alien or alien supervillain butt."

Watch out, Stacy, here they come.

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