http://changelingdude.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] changelingdude.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-06-21 07:15 am

Blu-Ray special edition Teen Titans memories via the Sensoriums.

It was just another beautiful day in Jump City. The summer had come and the kids were out of school running about having fun the way kids should.

And Beastboy was seated comfortably with some prime seats at baseball game watching an odd mish mash of lower tier criminals challenging the Titans to a baseball game. It had been one of their more silly adventures. But everyone in the stands had been suckered into wearing mind controlling hats and so the Titans had to win or the villains would bring the fans out of the stands to attack the Titans, and mind control or not there was no way the Titans would fight honest hardworking citizens.

So Beastboy kicked back and sucked another one of his alien sodas.

Originally the day had started very differently for Beastboy. He had found himself mildly depressed that his memories of Jump City were apparently no longer sufficiently detailed and that certain locations felt oddly off. Like Stacy had used his memories as a jumping off point and just created the rest as best she could.

But then a brilliant idea had struck him. Back on "The Planet of the swap meet" as Beastboy had called it they had made copies of his memories to sell, and he himself had a set of the copies. Using these he had spent the day reliving some of his favorites. So far he'd watched himself calm and befriend the brothers Thunder and Lightning, Meeting Terra and the subsequent adventures to follow, and now he was picking at random.

He'd yet to have been disappointing by his performance in these memories.

"Maybe after the game I'll rewatch the Japan adventure." He thought out loud as the game began.

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-22 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Curious at the noise, Anwei peeked inside the Sensorium. She couldn't quite understand what was going on, and she almost backed out at the resemblance between this and an arena.

But no; the people in the center were not confined, they could just walk away apparently. This must be some sort of game, or duel, but she couldn't quite figure out who was in charge.

So she lingered by the door, pale eyes examining the players and the crowd, looking for a familiar face if there was one.

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-22 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that was sociable. She should really try and practice being sociable. So she trotted up the steps, eyeing the crowd and the green-skinned young man with curiosity.

"Thank you. Is this some sort of a fight?" ash asked, gesturing out at the field. Hitting the ball at the other person seemed to fit an aggression theme.

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-22 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
She took the fruit and politely sipped at the straw, her throat tensing for a moment in case she had to spit it out. But it was pretty good, actually, and she took another sip.

"So you and the baddies agreed to play the game rather than fight?" That made sense, actually. Two groups of superpowered people would probably do a lot of damage to each other if they fought in a population center; a lot better to solve their problem with symbolic battle.

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-22 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whee!" she exclaimed in delight, ducking as the combatants' energies started to splash about the field in front of them. "So that's the old fashioned way, huh?"

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[identity profile] twilit-midna.livejournal.com 2011-06-22 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey! Hero!" That was Midna, and she'd never seen a ball game in her life. "What are you doing, just hanging out? Are those your friends on that arena floor?"

[identity profile] twilit-midna.livejournal.com 2011-06-22 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"A game? You mean it's not a contest to the death?" Midna was probably joking about that.

Probably.

[identity profile] twilit-midna.livejournal.com 2011-06-22 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmm. But you won in the end, didn't you? So what are you watching it again for? Reliving your glory days?"

Midna was used to the bad guys taking an entire country hostage. 'Conquest', if you wanted to call it that.

[identity profile] puny-parker.livejournal.com 2011-06-22 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Heya Chia-Head." Peter said, landing and crouching on the bleachers in his spidery way.

[identity profile] puny-parker.livejournal.com 2011-06-22 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Augh!" Peter brought up his arms to block the errant soda.

"It's not my fault you can't keep control of your drink!"

[identity profile] puny-parker.livejournal.com 2011-06-25 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter rolled his eyes. "I wasn't sneaking. You just weren't paying attention"

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[identity profile] shapeshiftqueen.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
"This is a rather strange sport," Gandrayda commented as she sat on one of the bleachers.

Permission to copy Beastboy's form

[identity profile] shapeshiftqueen.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nope. Not from your or the planet called earth in my universe either. My planet is kept secret from most of the Galactic Federation," Gandrayda answered mysteriously. She did appear surprised as his shapeshifting for a few seconds, before collecting herself.

"So the humans in your world can shapeshift?" Interesting. She bent down to touch his puppy head.

Okay >B]

[identity profile] shapeshiftqueen.livejournal.com 2011-06-27 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose that's all too true," she agreed, stretching her hands in the air. "Normality is just not my style either." She left that at a mysterious tone, not wanting to show him to the punch just yet. It wasn't as fun that way.

"Were you born with this talent?"