<div class="floatleft">(http://nextews.com/images/54/92/54922a357e640ed3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Zachary Zatara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029970#msg15029970)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Sleeveless black hoodie, light-blue vintage jeans with tears, and black Chuck Taylors<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>21 August 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Within the hour of 12<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Secret Sanctuary, Meeting Chamber, On a Bed that appeared magically some ways from the snack table.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Ain't nobody got time for this shit.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lor Zod, Mari, Justice League, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Zach had been deep in the UTube when he felt the mattress sink. His eyes flicked up to see some freakish big guy sitting on<em>his bed</em>. His mouth was moving, and Zach did not care about what he had to say. He grasped one of his earbuds and plucked it free. "Fuck this," Zach growled. "<em>Evom</em>."<br/><br/>Zod would feel the clothes on his body remove him from his bed. Zach rolled over to the edge of the bed and stood, wrapping up his earbuds around his cell phone. "Esrepsid."<br/><br/>Zach's bed popped into a plume of gray, churning smoke behind him. He glanced around at all the gathered sidekicks and rejects. There were more than he expected and they were conversing as though the gathering was some comic convention. Others looked like they were trying to make a booty call. All of it just justified why he didn't need to be around.<br/><br/>At Mari's demand, Zach rolled his eyes. "A fifth grader could have figured out why we are here. The better question is why am I here?"<br/><br/>He held out his arms, palms up, and gave his attention to the group that deserved it more: The Justice League. "You gathered together a bunch of kids who are more interested in fucking than anything you could propose next. Congratulations. Whoever came up with this brilliant idea for a dating round robin for the single and desperate deserves to hang up their tights."<br/><br/>Zach lowered his arms and frowned. "You don't need a team. Let's make this easy. Tell me what the problem is and I will go handle it myself. If not, then I'm out. I've wasted enough time, and unless in the next five minutes you can convince me that I am making a mistake, then I'm popping smoke."