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 2011-06-24 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
She looked at the field as well. Even if they didn't always win, coming back strong could be more important than winning. The victor sometimes retreated or froze when the supposedly defeated 'enemy' stood back up and dared them to keep going.

"They look like a good team." She glanced at him. "Good people to have on your side."

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-24 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I haven't met Starfire, but I think I've seen her flying around."

"And tell me, who is that strikingly talented green fellow?" She winked at him.

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-24 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
She clapped her hands together. "Really? Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Beastboy. As for myself," she put one hand to her chest and declared, "I am Anwei Ayles, of the Vizsnunishne Mercenaries!"

She put her hand down. "Clerical division."

Her shoulders slumped a little, and her expression turned abashed. "I'm an accountant."

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-24 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can just say the Sissies, if you like," she grinned. "People will know who you mean." With a little pang she thought: would they? Was she the last person alive who remembered them?

No, they couldn't have all been lost. Some of them must have escaped. They must have!

"I hope so. Maybe the Daligig are planning on auditing us. Oh, the spreadsheets I'd need...." She cocked her head. "I was pretty bad at math too, growing up. I had to take private lessons, later." With her AI, of course. "And computer-based math is always going to be easiest for me."

Imagine auditing Stacy with nothing but pen and paper to do inventory and track changes - brrrr.

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-24 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
She jerked back for an instant, then relaxed. This was the Sensoriums, of course, there were safeties.

"Themed weaponry," she said, eyeing the plumed projectiles. "One-offs, or very limited production runs - I see how that could run up quite the bill."

A pun!

"And I suppose that you weren't government funded, correct?" At least, that was her impression: everyone moved in small groups, or as lone heroes. No organization, no focus.

If only they could be organized...well, that was Stacy's job. Maybe.

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-25 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
She whistled, her breath warbling oddly between her chisel-edged back teeth. "Now that is really something! Your own team, your own center of operations..."

She looked at Beastboy. "You said that one of your teammates is here on Stacy. Any plans for starting another group? You obviously have a talent for it."

She didn't know about the Outsiders.

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-25 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, being part of a good group is a talent too - combining your skills, knowing when to ask for help, sharing what you know. Some people never learn it." She herself was a team of two, and her other half gone.

She listened to his description of the Outsiders, fascinated. "Is Hit Girl part of your group? I've met her in the Sensoriums; she's a very impressive fighter."

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Cool." Hit Girl said that word a lot, so maybe it would be appropriate with Beastboy?

"I'm a long way from being a teenager, but I'd love to stop by and see the place sometime."

[identity profile] 8wings.livejournal.com 2011-06-26 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I appreciate that. I - we could all use some support here."

She glanced back at the 'field', and the hovering hotel mirage. "Is there more to the game, or is the home run the end of it?"