<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/vag98eZ.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Aquaman<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Atlantean Regalia<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 21 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Noon-ish when people start arriving<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Aquaman bros it up<br/>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Flipper Theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EifnM3pRLdQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mari<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Aquaman could only laugh at the prospect of the League knowing what they were doing with this whole thing. "Maybe the Bat does, but me? I follow my instincts." His boisterous laughter faded, and he seemed none the wiser that he was embarrassing her. "It's going to be rough in the beginning. Maybe it'll get better, maybe it won't. I won't pretend we were all super-friends from the get-go. Superman's had to pull me and Batman apart more than few times." His expression was grew somber. "And I bet you'll start a few scraps yourself. You've got a big heart and you don't let anyone push you around. It's good. It'll keep some of them - the smart ones, anyway - on their toes."<br/><br/>The King looked at Mari as he imparted that last bit of wisdom, and then noted that Wonder Woman was beckoning. Aquaman responded with a wan look, then glanced back at Mari with a resigned glance before trudging off towards the other adults.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UlXbYhM.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Superman<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>The iconic red & blue<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 21 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Noon-ish when people start arriving<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Big Blue bids farewell to Raven<br/>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Superman Theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e9vrfEoc8_g)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Raven<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Superman smiled at Raven. It was a very broad, very open smile. He nodded as she excused herself to talk with others her age. Superman understood very well the feeling of being an outsider and yearning to have a peer group. At her age he had been isolated and alone; Ma and Pa Kent had done a heroic job but having such loving, supportive parents could not completely fill the void that a young Clark Kent had felt.<br/><br/>"Anytime, Raven." Superman said as the young woman went to speak to others her own age. The Man of Steel gently glided through the room, waving to anyone who happened to look his way, but his ultimate target was the corner where the Batman lurked.<br/><br/>"I think things'll work out just fine." Superman said optimistically. "Look, your son's really the center of attention."<br/><br/>"Yes. He even got the attention of Zod's son." Batman shot back, his voice gravelly and deep. Superman chuckled and reached up to adjust the collar of his super-suit.<br/><br/>"Well, better here than with that . . . what did they call it? Slip'n'slide Squad?" Superman countered. Batman made a low, annoyed sound.<br/><br/>"Suicide Squad. And . . . yes." The Batman answered.<br/><br/>Superman was silent for a moment. "You know, I'm glad Icon made it. I had a few small doubts, you know, because-"<br/><br/>"I have. Several times. Worked with Static. But you never needed to because he had the situation under control. You and I both know that Icon is a capable metahuman. He handled every crisis in a satisfactory manner." The Batman said in a brusque tone. "If he wants to play that game, I can name a dozen extinction level events he was<em>not</em>present to prevent that would have wiped out<em>all</em>human life."<br/><br/>Superman nodded uneasily. "Still. I'm not sure the people there understood that our absence was trust in Icon and not . . . indifference." There was honest guilt in the Man of Steel's voice.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/W3qqpen.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Giovanni Zatara<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>A tasteful black three-piece suit<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Aug 21 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>After Zachary's Grand Entrance<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Giovanni is guilty as charged<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Zachary<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Just before the 'pop' that heralded Zachary's arrival, Giovanni Zatara was examining a gold pocket watch. He frowned every so slightly as one of the hands ticked past a certain mark and gently shook his head when his nephew at last appeared.<br/><br/>And when Zachary spoke every word was true. The young man was, by Giovanni's estimate, entirely too full of himself, too assured he knew everything. The hardest part for Giovanni was that, well, he was not entirely sure that Zachary was wrong. The young man was a much more powerful magician than his uncle was now or had ever been. The older magician had an edge in knowledge and experience, and that counted for a great deal in the magical world, but . . . these were changing times. They did not just live in a world of magic, but a world talking apes who wielded ray guns and employed rocket packs while leading armies of mechanical automata and strange beings from other planets walked shoulder to shoulder with beings who wielded the powers of the gods.<br/><br/>"Zacha-" Giovanni began, putting down his coffee cup and saucer, but alas, it was too late. Zachary had put in earbuds and was listening to something other than his uncle. The old wizard lowered his gaze. It was hardly a new spectacle. He grimaced, for a moment, in pain, and placed a hand on his abdomen. The old man took several measured breaths and turned away from Zachary and the alien who had approached. Giovanni took a vial from his breast pocket and carefully palmed and twisted the lid, withdrawing one small tablet. He looked at it for a long moment before he raised it to his mouth and swallowed, sealing the vial and putting it back into his pocket. The relief from pain was quick in coming.