Dear Slobo... [open]

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

All he had wanted was some peace and quiet. First, he had found a way to rig the TVs in the hotel to link to the ship's library. Second, he had convinced Stacy to just let that be, and explained how odd "pulsing walls" were to most of them. Finally, he had found a couch on the far wall in the lobby that had the best view of the big screen TV the lobby had, and marked it. Above it on the wall was a plaque that read as such: RESERVED FOR FORMER YJERS/TITANS WHO WERE DECLARED DEAD IN THE LINE OF DUTY.

However, these were not exactly detractors in everyone else's mind. Every time he tried to relax and just read his back issues of "Crazed Merc" magazines, someone came in, sat down in the nearest chair, and asked him about... whatever was on their mind. He couldn't stop it, he knew it from the first. When the crazy japanese kid who he had previously lead to the sensoriums had shown up asking him about whether he should go to a dance, he had given advice. Then the priest showed up, asking about what the Outsiders were about. Now, Slobo was just waiting for the next person to come asking him, of all people, for information or advice. So he was more waiting than relaxing...

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[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

"Hello?" Sofia called. "Is anyone here?" She had no idea if she was supposed to be in this place or not. Considering the name, she was guessing not. But since when did that stop her.

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

He sighed, almost exasperatedly.

"Yeah. C'mon in and sit down on that chair near me and talk."

It was almost as if he were expecting her, but she would never know how the day had gone for him, or what he was expecting. She might even have thought he was a psychic.

[ayasofia.livejournal.com]

"I- all right." Sofia did as Slobo suggested. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai simply walked in and took a seat on the couch, ignoring the sign. She'd taken to hanging around the Outsider's place as somewhere to simply get away from the weirdness of the rest of the ship. It helped that it was usually quiet and relatively few people came by to bother her. She glanced at Slobo with a hint of curiosity in her expression.

"Waiting for something?"

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

"A moment of peace and quiet." He said flatly.

"You, lady, I consider a friend and comrade, whether ya like it er not. Ya can sit here if ya'd like." He followed, his voice not changing, though there was an almost non-perceptible shift in his demeanor.

"Ya okay? Anythin' ya wanna talk about?"

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai shrugged and rubbed at an eye as she stifled a yawn. "Nothing important. Just tired."

She grimaced slightly. "Not getting much sleep."

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

"... interesting plaque." Hunter says, head tilted. He's stopped in the middle of the hallway on his way back from the library, two datapads tucked under one arm.

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

"Well, it seems like the only way ta make sure I get the couch all ta myself, healer boy." Slobo said with a slight smile. He then actually turned to Hunter with interest.

"I think I need ta talk to ya." His tone had changed. This was a fact, not a playful banter or insult. Slobo actually needed to talk to Hunter, and Hunter should note this fact.

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

"Hey, whatever works for you." Hunter says with a shrug and a dry smile. "Just as long as you don't expect it to work for much longer, I guess."

"Yeah?" Hunter tends to be serious most of the time, so it's not much of a shift for him to go into business-mode. Slobo, on the other hand... well, Hunter was very interested to hear what he had to say.

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

Apparently Sawyer, prior to his being kidnapped by GLaDOS, had spent too much time working on the Vatican. Although, considering how the work he did put into it ended up saving a lot of people's lives, that was debatable. It wasn't until now that he'd stumbled across the hotel, and he'd only noticed it because of the big, red sign that had 'OUTSIDERS' emblazoned across it.

A curious and nosy man, Sawyer wandered into the lobby only to find a strange-looking kid lounging on a sofa and reading what looked like a comic.

"What the hell is all this?" Sawyer asked as he looked around the room.

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

"It's fer people who want to fuck with the system!" Slobo yelled, now angry at being interrupted constantly.

"If ya want ta hear more, sit the frag down in that recliner next ta me, otherwise, go the kang away!"

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"Wooo, someone's got their panties in a twist, don't they?" Sawyer said mockingly as he walked over to an empty seat and helped himself to it. "So, Captain Emo wants to shout 'Down with the Man,' huh? I guess that leaves the only question: Who's the Man?"

[cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com]

Have a Cajun mutant, Slobo.

The former thief had been wandering the city, unable to sleep because of all the damn nightmares, when he'd come upon the hotel with the word 'outsiders' written on it in graffiti. Walking inside, he looked around the rather luxurious lobby and let out a low whistle.

"Dis is nice," he said, "Somebody be movin' up in de world, no?"

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

Slobo couldn't help it, he laughed.

"Maybe. What's it to ya?" Even after the laugh, he returned to stoic stone-facedness. "Ya either got questions er comments, an' all are welcome here."

[cardsharkgambit.livejournal.com]

"No, Gambit got no questions," the Cajun replied, diverting his red on black eyes to Slobo as he walked over to an empty, overstuffed chair and plopped himself down into it.

"So, what wit de sign?" he asked. Ok, so maybe he did have a question or two.

[static-shock68.livejournal.com]

"Slobo, I told you, take down the sign. It's disrespectful to those we haven't told about their imminent demises." Static had come out of his office because of the TV. It was always the damn TV... either he had the volume up too loud, was making too much noise himself, or (Static's personal favorite) he was 'renovating'. It seemed like whenever he turned around, the chalky devil was finding a new way to prevent him from getting any work accomplished.

"Never mind the fact that it's just cruel to those of us declared dead outside the line of duty."

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, I don't care. I need a place to myself, and my room... just... Ain't comfortable. Great and safe for sleepin', but damn if I can read in it." His tone was almost annoyed. "Back at the old motel, I couldn't get a moment's peace. Everyone was around, and I was always there. Here... It just seems like no one's ever around... It makes it harder to be comfortable. Not being in on the conversation, as it is."

[is-the-ultimate.livejournal.com]

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Here, Slobo. Have a hallucination.

"Reserved for..." Shadow muttered, looking at the sign, having outright ignored Slobo. "...preparing for the inevitable, I see... though who are Why-Jayers and Titans?"

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

"I'm a 'Why-Jayer'" He said, pronouncing them in a way to mock the hedgehog. "It means a member of Young Justice. Which I was. I risked death, and was treated as dead, by all my buddies. It sucks, Shadow." He never even looked away from his magazine as he talked.

[demon-alessa.livejournal.com]

It would make sense that since the factory had become a second home to Alessa that she would go wandering in the city whenever she could. Some places were more interesting than others (Grand Central Station was a lot of flash to her, but the statuary seemed rife with magic and mystery), and of course she stayed away from the Vatican with relish. One place DID capture her attention however: the hotel with the words "Outsiders" written on it. Whatever it might mean to the person that wrote the words she didn't know, but it was a fairly bold thing to do, so naturally she inquired within.

Not, of course, the normal way. For now, Alessa could only be seen glimpses: if Slobo felt someone there, he couldn't quite see her, not yet. Alessa had a way of making herself practically invisible: how else would she have lured Rose to her domain in Silent Hill? The inside was far more intriguing: it looked as if the inhabitants had been busy, and had even tapped into the network library. Whoever was doing this, she liked their methods.

Finally, she appeared beside Slobo. "Hello," she said. "Are you the one responsible for all of this? I've never seen a setup quite like this. I'm sure its one outside of the Command Staff's eyes."

The smile on her face gave a clear opinion of what she thought of that.

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

Slobo couldn't help but grin at that.

"It ain't, and I'd like ta see them try ta take it away from me." There wasn't bravado here, not even hubris, it was just fact. What might intrigue the demon more was the slight sniff sound before his next comment.

"And what grants a lowly 'mortal' like me the pleasure of your interest, oh damned one?" His tone was both mocking and not, like someone who had dealt with her kind time and time again.

[the-mist-girl.livejournal.com]

Greta had heard about the Ousiders, this group sounded like an odd combination of talents from what she'd gathered. But she had friends here, so why not stop in and see if perhaps there was a place for her too, it felt good to be part of a team. To be accepted and even cared for despite her..well she was a freak pure and simple. But that hadn't mattered to the members of Young Justice.

When she chose to stop in, hovering along as she did so often, tendrils of foggy mist trailing alongside her, she spotted Slobo almost immediately. "Hey Slobo!" Her voice was filled with the pleasure of seeing someone she cared for, in so very many ways Greta was a transparent girl.

Gliding toward him she paused, confused by the plaque that sat above the couch. Ethereal fingers pressed to her lips and her brows knitted. "Slobo... why are you sitting on this couch under that sign?" Her tone had dipped into the realms of worried and concerned now, expression of compassion turned to him awaiting his explanation.

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

He paused, for a moment. The magazines fell against his lap, and the television didn't seem to matter. For the first time she could have even anticipated, he looked... guilty.

"Because... I lied to ya..." He said, not able to meet her eyes.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana had been attempting to learn to swim in the pool, in the learning trance that allowed information to flow into her like a sponge. She had of course gone to the library, but learning was not enough. One must also have memory, and she spent a long hour consulting with memory. Memory too was not enough compared to experience though. So she allowed herself to float on her back, calming her rapidly beating heart, making herself breath slower. Fremen instincts told the dark, slender girl that she was sitting on the most valuable thing in the world, and that she shouldn't be wasting it. She had to keep herself from grasping the water in her palms as if it were sand.

Standards change. Values change. There are no fixed points in an ever expanding multiverse. Walk the Golden Path. She thought, not to center herself but the exact opposite.

When she had enough, when her basic nature could not take the extreme value dissonance anymore, she pulled herself out of the pool, stepped back into her plantsuit and sprinted and lept down the several flights of stairs, joyously glad to be free of water's slow pressure and confinement.

She came across Slobo in the lobby on her way out, noticed the plaque (a grim reminder? something bitter and nursed?) and the modified TVs. She cocked her head in curiosity, dark ringlets of hair still dripping. She wasn't nude as she had been when she tried to swim but wetness combining with the plantsuit did distracting things to her figure nonetheless.

[top-teen-38.livejournal.com]

Slobo finally turned to her after a moment, his eybrow raised. There was something different about her chalky friend the past few days. It was almost... disconcerting.

"Take a seat and talk, Bright Eyes. Everyone else has, and you I actually don't mind talkin' ta." His voice was full of something Sheeana could recognize all too well, a world-weariness that could only come from lifetimes of memory not matching one's age. The usual joking lust and bravado also seemed rather absent from his voice.