<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, 21:58<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower, the Gotham Clocktower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Arthur Curry/King Orin<br/><strong>Music from memory:</strong>Megan Morse, the Woman of a Thousand Voices! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeumyOzKqgI&index=113&list=PL335D46E14219645C)<hr/><br/>M'gann breathed a massive sigh of relief, silently of course, when Orin chose to move the conversation away from the very awkward topic, and asked about her friends, the few she had anyway.  The martian smiled and nodded, all too happy to talk about such mundane things with her Uncle Orin as she leaned against his side again, relaxing visibly as she focused on the things she'd been doing that didn't involve flying around as she'd been that night already.  Even heroes like them needed time off, needed time to just be normal people, some admittedly more than others, and not all of them were able to live off the fortunes of their adopted parents like some people, so it wasn't uncommon for most of the hero population to have civilian jobs.  Speaking of which, M'gann smiled as her mind drifted to her own 'day job', as it were, and gladly shared the memory attached to the rush of joy and adrenaline that came with it.  Orin would be treated to a slightly unusual sight, the normally shy and demure M'gann disguised as her human alter ego, on stage with a microphone in front of her, located in a club or upscale restaurant of some kind.  Whatever the case, her place on stage soon became apparent when she started singing, matching her chosen artist perfectly for pitch and volume, but it was her enthusiasm as she poured her heart into the song rather than simply 'singing' it that would really grab his attention.  She was truly alive on stage in such a way was rare to see these days.<strong>"You can thank Artemis for getting me started."</strong>M'gann explained, smiling in such a way that left little to the imagination as to how much she had wanted to share that with him.<strong>"She dragged me out to a little karaoke bar and....insisted, in her way, that I should try out a song.  This was before I met Mar'i, so it was just me and her, but that was probably just as well since I was pretty nervous and still getting over what had happened to the League.  It was a struggle just getting out of bed somedays for me, but Artemis wouldn't take no for an answer.  It took a little bit and a couple drinks later for me to finally go up to the stage, but I found I loved it once I got going.  So I started impersonating my favorite singers, and things kinda went from there.  My shapeshifting allows me to copy voices as easily as anything else, but I appear as my human self anytime I get on stage, save for maybe matching hair styles and manner of dress in some cases, but my face always remain 'Megan'.  I'm not in it for the fame or money, although the latter helps pay the bills and then some, but because I...feel alive when I'm on stage.  I can leave it all behind, the grief, the rage, the sorrow, and just....be me, for a few hours a show."</strong><br/><br/>She blushed, but the smile on her face didn't falter in the slightest as M'gann ran a hand along her chin, thinking on how best to answer the second part of his question.  She was just trying to get her thoughts in order, still riding the high from sharing that moment with Orin, one of the bright spots of her life.  Letting her mind drift, she perked up when she remembered the last get together she, Artemis, and Mar'i had just a few weeks ago.<strong>"Mar'i and Artemis are fine, we just went to a movie a month or so ago together and had a good time.  Other than the fact Artemis left for Metropolis to lock down her father, again, Mar'i and I have kept in touch.  As for Dick, I've met him on patrol more often than not, but I've...avoided the manor for the same reason I left Metropolis, where my uncle used to live.  But he's been well, and I just saw Wally this very night, and then there's been a recent addition to our little group.  He's...a clone of Superman, created by Cadmus, but he's his own person, and he's just trying to go his own way.  He's been a good friend as well, and he's a doing a lot of good as the new....admittedly 'Boy of Steel', although at a distance he looks just as big and old as Kal did.  I also saw Garth a few weeks after you came back to town, he was on a mission that I helped him out with, and he was doing well at the time.  So yeah, I've done well overall.  What about you?  Other than...what's going on I mean."</strong>She asked expectantly, hoping he had been at least able to have some time to relax if nothing else.