Meet-n-Greet

[cityship]

After being released from stasis, having the slime removed from their bodies and clothed in the creepy, pulsing leaf-suit that everyone wore, and being taken to the Weapons & Possessions lockers to collect their belongings, the new arrivals would find themselves standing in the Observation Deck. Round windows lined the fleshy walls, revealing the bright display of lights that was inter-dimensional travel. They would also discover that there were people--members of the command staff and crew that had woken earlier--waiting for them.

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[goddamnwingman]

He may not have speedster senses, but Dick knows disappointment when he sees it. And it's the whole leadership kick in the pants that makes the stiffness in his bearing soften a bit. Not entirely trusting, but not as bad as before.

"I'm sorry," he says after that moment. "'Haven's just been blown to a smoking crater in the ground and we're apparently heading straight into another Crisis. That's the last thing I remember before being here."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen sighs and then grimaces. "Dude... there is so much more past that that I can't even try to cliff-note it for you."

He clears his throat. "Important things though? I know whose dad my dad killed and got killed by. I've done my best to make things right with him, and... I think it's at least a partial success. You and me... we were buds. Well, as much as you let yourself be buds with anyone on the team. We... did some dirty deeds to help a lot of people, and we did it with the whole world thinking we were dead terrorists. I'll get you the full version later."

[goddamnwingman]

More with the blinking. "If that's the cliff-note version, I'm not sure how much I want to hear the real thing." Dick sighs, rubbing his forehead and thinking for a moment. "You should know that Robin's here." No need to say which Robin, after all. "And he's from around the same time I am. We know some of what's going to happen, but not everything. Anything we can try to change for the better would be good, though."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"That's the cliff-note version so far as ME." Owen grimaces. "And even that's skimming some details. You 'n' me, we're gonna have a sit-down. Unless you're one of those 'I can't know about the future' types."

He scratches the back of the head at the Robin info. "Oof.... wasn't looking forward to having that talk-through again.."

[goddamnwingman]

"I'll see what I can do to make it easier." Not that it's going to be easy at all with Tim. "Apparently Superboy dies during the Crisis. We're doing our best to try to figure out a way so that doesn't happen. Though, given the timeline I've heard, it's not exactly going to be easy."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

"Tall order man... the S-kid went out a first rate hero." Owen nods, then blinks. "He's here? Along with Robin?" He hesitates, then dares to ask.

"Is.. uh... Impulse, or Kid Flash, or whatever he's going by now... is he with them too?"

[goddamnwingman]

Dick nods. "Superboy is here, yeah. Not Impulse. Not so far as I know." And he'd have known. All the teens seem to gravitate toward him a bit. "I'm never quite going to be able to get used to him as Kid Flash."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Another look of disappointment from Owen. "Do me a favor and keep an eye out for him if he turns up here as well? Need to meet the kid."

He coughs into his hand. "So... what do we do here between orders?" A pause, then a shrug and a grin. "Any of the Titans or Outsiders hotties around?"

[goddamnwingman]

Dick rolls his eyes, chuckling. "The only Titans here are Robin's age. His group." Not his own. Which basically means no, Owen. "And...yeah. I'll do what I can. It can be a bit hard with him."