*Titans Tower*
Hugo is working himself to the bone, picking up incomming calls and transferring them where they'll do the most good.
Cyborg's been running himself ragged, aswering what emergencies he can and coordinating releif efforts, and Gar has dissapeared someplace, presumably also on the trail of some crisis.
The kids are all handling problems in thier own cities, not one of them has checked in in what feels like days.
The world has gone insane, and Hugo is trying desperately not to follow it.
Yesterday, he tore himself away from his control panel to perform a duty he prayed he'd never have to do: convey the limp, still form of his wife to Dr Charles' office and ask her to help.
Luum is teathered to his back, occasionally demanding attention that Hugo sparingly gives, and Hugo works steadily on, supressing the cough he's been fighting for days, telling himself it's only a cold, if it was - whatever this was - he'd be dead by now, he's just a man, just an ordinary man...
Cyborg's been running himself ragged, aswering what emergencies he can and coordinating releif efforts, and Gar has dissapeared someplace, presumably also on the trail of some crisis.
The kids are all handling problems in thier own cities, not one of them has checked in in what feels like days.
The world has gone insane, and Hugo is trying desperately not to follow it.
Yesterday, he tore himself away from his control panel to perform a duty he prayed he'd never have to do: convey the limp, still form of his wife to Dr Charles' office and ask her to help.
Luum is teathered to his back, occasionally demanding attention that Hugo sparingly gives, and Hugo works steadily on, supressing the cough he's been fighting for days, telling himself it's only a cold, if it was - whatever this was - he'd be dead by now, he's just a man, just an ordinary man...