<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/marvel_dc/images/b/b0/Miss_Martian_Earth-16_002.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20130504124041)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>M'gann M'orzz<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Miss Martian<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>Remnants of the Justice League<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:56 - 21:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dinah Lance/White Canary, Oliver Queen/Green Arrow.  (Leaving, hopefully returning with food.)  Arthur Curry/King Orin<hr/><br/>As promised, the hot water soon came pouring out of the shower, much to M'gann's great relief as she gave off a contented groan.  Fighting, even if her powers largely consisted of using her mental abilities over any physical action, always left her feeling dirty and in need of a good shower.  Being poisoned, throwing up what she'd had for dinner that night before sweating out most of Ivy's toxins after being dragged here by Dinah after she'd injected her cure for that same poison had left the martian feeling especially soiled and in need of a borderline scalding shower.  So she was indeed quite thankful there was hot water in this rather strange hideout.  It was in plain sight, yet no one would think to look into the Clocktower as a newly arrived Mask's hiding place.  It was too public, able to be seen by anyone that passed by, yet even M'gann hadn't considered someone had been living here of all places, which just proved that hiding in plain sight was indeed a good tactic.  The same could be said of Wayne Manor and those that lived there, that operated from the hidden network of caves deep within the grounds of the massive and old family estate.  Still, she pushed those thoughts to the side and turned to the door when Dinah called out, letting her know she and Oliver were heading out to get some food.<strong>"Bring me something back please?  My dinner wound up in front of the GCB and I'm kind of starving because of it.  A shame really, that spaghetti from Fish Mooney's was good too."</strong>She replied, not about to ask for anything in particular since she was fairly sure, even with her stomach still doing the occasional flip, that she could eat a horse and be happy if it stayed down.  With that in mind, M'gann was fairly sure it went without saying that something simple, like soup or something, would probably be the best idea at this point in time.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the shower about ten minutes after the two heroes had left, M'gann came out of the bathroom, feeling much better as she wandered through the clocktower, wrapped only in one of Dinah's towels.  She sighed, hating feeling so powerless, yet even then, she still felt a little queasy, and knew she wouldn't be in any shape to help at the bank.  With that in mind though, she went to Dinah's TV and flipped it on, wondering if there was any updates regarding the situation at the bank.  She was a little surprised that whatever toxin Ivy had hit the crowd with was soon dispersed by another cloud of spores that seemed to undo the rage and agonizing nausea that had hit the crowd and most of the heroes, herself included, equally.  Ivy wasn't heartless, so her curing the crowd wasn't out of the question, but it was just unexpected given her increased power, but M'gann pushed it from her mind as she curled up on Dinah's bed, mindful of the spot where she'd been sweating earlier, and tried to close her eyes for a little bit, hoping a nap would help pass the time.  Unfortunately, the Dark Kiss still circulating through her system was just powerful enough to stop that idea dead in its tracks, and M'gann let out a frustrated growl before she sat up and ran her hands down her face.  She took a breath though, forcing herself to calm down, and instead decided to just watch the passing traffic far below her for a while and just let her mind wander.  An exercise that was both calming and gave her something else to think about other than the day's events.<br/><br/>How long she stood there, leaning against the clocktower's massive face from the inside, able to see for miles in any direction she chose, M'gann didn't know, only that she looked away when she felt something in the back of her mind.  Deciding she had spent enough time standing around in Dinah's towel, the martian went to collect her clothes before that strange tingle hit her again.  Knowing when someone was searching for her, M'gann instinctively reached out for the source, casting her mind far and wide in every direction, her telepathic range far more encompassing than any other psychic on the planet, except perhaps Psimon's, the one enemy that could match her yet had a losing streak against her for the most part.  With that thought in mind, she kept her defenses up around her mind, not about to let an insidious psychic assault by the bastard slip by if she could help it, but something in the tingle felt vaguely familiar.  Then it hit her and she felt like a moron for not recognizing it sooner as M'gann left Dinah's up to dry before pulling her bio clothes to her outstretched hand.  She knew that 'encoded cipher', and it only took her a moment to 'hear' the message meant for her mind alone.<em>"Uncle Orin!  I'm in the Clocktower, I'm fine, just feeling a little queasy more than anything.  White Canary helped me, gave me something for Ivy's toxic spores.  A lot's happened since I left the bank, so I'd feel better if we talked face to face about it, but it's good to hear from you again now that we're not fighting for our lives."</em>As if to prove this wasn't an impersonator, someone that could potentially try and ultimately fail to copy her mental signature, M'gann asked a question only she would ever ask given her friendship with Orin and most of his people in Atlantis, Garth included.<em>Did everyone make it alright?  Is Garth interrogating Ivy or planning to at least?  And are you alright Orin?  I'm sorry I couldn't have done more, but I took a pretty big hit when those spores started pouring out over the bank.  Then something was about to explode and I had to throw it away from the crowd before it could hurt anyone else.  It was too much at once, too much at once.  ......And I'm rambling again aren't I?</em>The embarrassment tinged with intense relief was palpable as M'gann finished dressing, feeling much better despite how easily she tended to ramble when she got excited.  She truly was happy to see Orin again.  Besides a few brief encounters, one of which had seen her baring her very soul to him after his initial return, they hadn't really talked much outside of situations like the one that had sprung up at the bank.