It was the nature of those on the east coast of the world to wake up and get started on projects sooner that those on the west coast, so it was no surprise to anyone that the Teen Titans of eastern America, known as "Titans East," had by this point said all parted with their protégés and began settling into their tower, which rose from the water on the coast of Steel City in order to cater to its frequent Atlantean occupants. However, there was still the matter of becoming acquainted with their peers in Jump City. For as distant as their towers were, they would be working together rather often.<br/><br/>The interior of the East Tower was nearly identical to that of its western sister, with the only real difference being that its Titans had already made themselves more comfortable in their new home by making it a lot messier. Well, one Titan in particular.<br/><br/>At this particular time, the four of them were standing in front of their Tower's Zeta-Beam teleporter, waiting for the link that would allow them to visit their western counterparts. It would definitely be an interesting get-together, considering their differences.<br/><br/>While the Titans of the west were all children of their Tower's original occupants, save for a dragon-girl and her translator, the four Titans of the east were more like successors to previous heroes. Only three had parents that were not ordinary; only two had parents that could be defined as "super;" and only a single Titan had parents who worked with the Justice League.<br/><br/>This particular Titan - Monday Drake, known in the field as "Kitsune" - stood in front of her peers. As soon had she had arrived, it was obvious that she was the best choice when it came to being the leader. Though she held herself in a habitual slouch to evade attention, her green eyes had that analytical glint in them as she had sized up her companions when they had arrived. The others were less thoughtful, and they were excited, or determined, or both.<br/><br/>"Alright, Titans," she said, her hands behind her back like a drill instructor. "You know the drill. When the teleporter opens, that's the sign that our brother and sisters in the west are all moved in. Who can tell me what our goal is?"<br/><br/>All three Titans' hands were raised, albeit lazily and without much enthusiasm. They all knew the plan, though they phrased it differently, and just wanted to get on with the party that marked the Teen Titans' return. That was one of the biggest problems with Monday - she was the cleverest, granted, but she was also pretty damn boring a lot of the time too.<br/><br/>"Okay, good," Monday said, giving them a small smile. She knew they wanted to get on with it, but the slight sadist inside of her was enjoying this immensely. "So, let me hear what each of you plan to do." She raised her right hand and pointed at the Titan on the left side of the line.<br/><br/>This Titan was another girl, approximately Monday's age, with chin-length blonde hair, a splash of freckles, and a mischievous smirk. She was Ambra Adessi, A.K.A. Jumpstart, and the source of the aforementioned messiness of the Tower.<br/><br/>Ambra's smirk evolved into a broad smile as she lowered her hand to her neck, fiddling with the goggles that hung from it. "Wreck the Californians at video games, enjoy a nice party... In general, have a good time. And simultaneously strengthen the bonds between us." She had added that last part after she noted the odd look Monday had been giving her. Ambra was treading lightly around her - after all, she was the daughter of Stephanie Brown, one of the most violent and unpredictable people to take on the domino mask of Robin.<br/><br/>Next in line was a boy, approximately a year older than Monday, with unkempt long red hair, a scarred face, and a dangerous look in his hazel eyes. A candy-red ring glinted on the middle finger of his right hand. This was Flan Devlin, better known by his pseudonym Creed.<br/><br/>Flan closed his eyes and sighed in boredom and exasperation before speaking. "Learn more about them, let them learn about us." Flan had the urge to add<span style="font-style: italic">and why they should stay the hell out of my way </span>, but decided against it. He'd need all the rage he could muster for his role in Titans East. Monday gave him an almost worried look, before she turned to face the third and final Titan in the line.<br/><br/>Perhaps "saving the best for last" wasn't accurate, but "saving the biggest for last" certainly was. The last Titan was the most imposing of the four, with his giant chest and powerful limbs. Contrasting this ferociously huge body was his much smaller head; most specifically his comically large forehead, swirling black tattoos, and tiny pale-blue eyes. This was the muscle of their group, Sophos, though his Atlantean friends had given him the nickname Scoophead after comparing his features to the shark of the same name.<br/><br/>"Eat!" Scoop bellowed, nearly deafening Flan with the noise. "Drink!" Ambra attempted to cover her ears and her mouth at the same time in an attempt to both save her eardrums and hide her laughter. "And BE MERRY!"<br/><br/>Monday blinked, stunned, at Scoophead as he shuffled back into his spot in the line. Flan had his head lowered, and was glaring daggers at Scoop - nearly literally, it seemed, as his ring was glowing crimson, and electricity arced dangerously between his fingertips. Ambra had failed miserably at containing her laughter and had fallen to the floor, tears streaming from her face as she attempted to recollect her train of thought before she passed out from lack of oxygen.<br/><br/>This was going to be a long first day.