The JLA Watchtower. Hall of Justice.

Or it would be, if it hadn't been destroyed along with the rest of their world. No, this is an uncanny facsimile courtesy of the sensoriums. The room itself is little more than an encircling window that looks out into space, Earth looming below, and an Arthurian table with twelve chairs, seven of which bearing the insignia of its reserved champion.

One of them is already here and sits like he owns this place-- well back in his chair, chin out and arms folded high across his chest.

Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito.

Superman had wanted it engraved on the table, years earlier when they operated out of a cave in Happy Harbor. Batman had scoffed, but then, he generally did anyway. Only now that his old friend isn't here to give him the 'see? I have good ideas too' face does he genuinely consider it. He had been fighting this war like it was Gotham, like it was his turf, and now he sees the error. He's looking for demons in the wrong place.

So here he sits, enjoying a reprieve from glorified tech support work and waits for his pantheon.

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Tora had been pining..not for the fjords... well not completely anyway. But she had been pining for the good old days. he days of The Global Guardians and Justice League International. Things seemed so much happier then, so much more vibrant and full of life. Now things just seemed bleak and everyone was sad or tense.

Where were the days where Booster and Beetle used to hide J'onn's cookies? What happened to those times when Guy could be the sweetest man known to anyone, ever? Or even the days where they fought together as a team for what they knew in their hearts to be good and right?

Tora missed those times sorely, too much darkness and death had taken hold over them all, and for once she refused to let it damped her spirits. That was what had lead her here, to the Sensoriums, to this recreation of the League headquarters. It looked exactly as it had so many years before...even the colors had a sort of nostalgic quality to them.

In another moment the place bustled with the comings and goings of holographic versions of the members. Scott Free offered her a wide grin and wave as he wriggled in the latest contraption designed to be inescapable. Kimyo Hoshi was looking sternly at someone asking if she could change a light bulb on the second floor...apparently she did not find that funny at all. And Nathaniel Adam was sitting by himself sipping tea, his metallic skin glinting somewhat in the light of the lamp on the table beside him.

It wasn't really her past, but it made her feel a bit more at ease, especially seeing a certain emerald haired woman striding toward her arms open for a hug. "Bea!" Tora exclaimed and wrapped arms around her friend and nearly sister.

"Tora, you're late. I was going to have to fire up the Jacuzzi all by myself and you know how I hate to have cold champagne and hot bubbling water all to myself." Bea wagged an admonishing finger at her and looped an arm around her shoulder to guide the demigoddess to the hot tub. "Oh! Bea.... "Tora's hand went to cover her mouth in a moment of worry. "I don't have a swimming suit."

"Tora,honey...as if that's going to be a problem?" Fire threw her head back and laughed loudly, yes this place might not be real, but it was still accurate.

Tora Olafsdotter was new to the ship and it's people but she made finding her way around a top priority. She wandered the streets and began to familiarize herself with the twists and turns of this odd cityship. It was not completely unlike the Watchtower really, there were similarities.

Gently Tora's fingers ran over the living walls of the ship, if she tried hard enough she could feel the life in them, feel all around her that the ship was a living being as much as a technological entity. Such was common for those connected to nature, and being essentially a spirit of nature herself that was innate in her.

Her wanderings lead her down through the tall buildings to where things grew open, a wide space as Arha had told her there would be. Moving to the center of this open square Tora took the chance to center herself as well. Her eyes slid closed and her hands drifted up from her sides, fingers uncurling to free her upward facing palms. She thought of home, her real home, her family and all those who she now knew to be lost. So many she would miss, so much unnecessary death, yet there was hope.

In everything there was at least the smallest ray of hope, and that was what Tora focused on. She had lived through a crisis before, and now she was needed to aid in helping others put things in many universes to right. Hope was a powerful thing, and hope was the shining force behind the gentle fall of clean white snow that fell around her, covering the entire open area in a slowly deepening blanket of fluffy white powder.

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

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||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.

In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.

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( There was nothing... )