trans_9 | The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

The plantsuits and space age clothing are so warm they almost forget they're in an environment that's negative seventy degrees Fahrenheit, (-21 degrees C). This would likely explain the snowball fight right in the middle of the mission. The mission that they've all forgotten. Remember the mission, guys? The mission to revive the Spirit of Giving? That mission?

They have to revive the Spirit of Giving hidden away in its own pocket dimension, accessible only by a portal they probably can't find. Where could this portal be? It could be anywhere! It could be under the ice, under the sea, at the bottom of the Arctic Ocean.

The portal could be... suddenly wavering in the sky above them, like the aurora. Yes, there it is up in the sky, pushing the clouds out of the way to expose the sky overhead, caught in its three-month night, the stars sparkling in the frigid air. The sweeping colors probably remind them of the view from Obs Deck, and as it descends down from the sky closer to the snow, it bathes them all in a curtain of flickering pinks, greens, and blues. The edges of it burn white and then the portal opens up to a white space, that they can't see into. There is the delicate sound of bells coming from somewhere.

Their snowball fight did this.

The spirit thrived on joy, after all. What else would be the key to its home?

Well, what are you waiting for, folks? Dive in.

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"It doesn't help when people know your voice, either." Jamie comments dryly from behind Terry. There's still a bit of red and green fabric hanging from the opening of his bag, and he eyeballs it for a moment, before shrugging and pulling the tunic back out.

"How bad do ye think..." He breaks off abruptly as he gets a good look at Diana's outfit, and winds up staring at her instead. "Wow," he says softly, completely forgetting what he was going to ask.

"Oh, so you haven't met whats-his-name, the crazy one yet?" Terry said, as if all of the Bats weren't crazy to a degree. "But I guess it'd be easy to tell he isn't the old man, either. I don't think Mr. Wayne would randomly attack the kids he works with." Oh yes, Terry was still sore about the incident in the sensorium.

Terry turned to Jaime, nodding in greeting. "Hey, you try doing this voice all the time," he said, dropping his voice a couple of octaves to his 'Batman' voice. "It gets annoying after a while..." He tapered off, following Jaime's gaze. And immediately felt a bit weird - if Diana knew Bruce in his prime, she was about as old as Terry's grandmother. The image that sprang to mind with that thought was not a pleasant one.

"I haven't, no," Diana replied. That must be the other Batman she'd heard about. And while Bruce was crazy in his own accord, but apparently nowhere near what this third Batman sounded like.

Diana raised an eyebrow at the 'Batman' voice. Most of the Justice League / Society / whathaveyou all had alter-egos but never alter-voices. Strange, was he afraid of someone learning his identity? "I'd imagine so," she commented, frowning off Jamie's 'wow'ing.

Little did Terry know Diana was much older than she appeared to be. The Amazons did not age while living on Themyscira.

Jamie hadn't meant to say the 'wow' out loud - it just sort of slipped out. He drops his gaze to the floor and looks at his feet. Normally he'd accompany that by rubbing at the back of his head in a nervous gesture, but his hands are a bit full at the moment.

"Sorry," he mutters. "It's just ye look verra...um...festive." he finishes, a bit lamely.

He glances at his elf tunic, then at Terry's bat-outfit, and decides to seize on that as a distraction. Looking back up, he asks, "Ye aren't going to wear one of the costumes, Terry?"

"Hi, Di! Nice costume!" Sonic had gotten to know the members of his team thanks to the omnicom and the Media Library. Though it still wouldn't let him play his own games or watch his show or read his comics, he was at least able to learn about the other guys.

"What do you think, Princess, is the right kind of costume (http://img707.imageshack.us/img707/3395/sonicsantaj.jpg)?" he asked, hoping to interrupt any awkwardness forming as a result of two guys staring. He was socially intelligent to tell that could sometimes be a bad thing, and besides, Diana seemed nice enough from their conversation over the omnicom network.

Sonic sure was quite the surprise. She'd never really met him in person, nor did she particularly indulge herself in the media library. She smiled at him. "It does seem appropriate, yes." At least, by the lure which surrounded her near the end of every year she spent in America.

"You seem to know quite a bit about me yet I know nothing of you."

"Oh, sorry!" Sonic replied, laughing a little. "It's me, Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog! Sorry about that, I figured other people might have tried looking up the other team members like I did. That Media Library still won't let me play my own videogame!"

"It's nice to finally meet you in person," Diana said with a smile. His words were somewhat strange, however. Normally this would be a human thing but Sonic didn't exactly fall into that category.

"Your own video game?"

Sonic makes for a much better distraction than Jamie could have possibly hoped. The fact that he is blue and spiky-ish isn't a problem for him. There's enough strange creatures on the ship that one more isn't going to really make much of an impression to him - that is, until Sonic identifies himself.

"A hedgehog?" Jamie interjects, giving Sonic a rather confused look. "But...hedgehogs are wee bitty brown creatures."

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"Not this one," Sonic replied, giving Jamie the "are you serious?" deadpan glare to end all "are you serious?" deadpan glares.

"Well, they are in Scotland," Jamie states defensively, then lets out a small 'Ah' as his brain starts to put two and two together.

"Obviously, ye aren't from there, then." Or from anywhere he knows, which actually helps clear things up. He's perfectly willing to accept there's someplace where hedgehogs are large and blue.

"Sorry for the confusion," he says affably. "I'm Jamie."

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