come for the justice [active/semi-open]
Characters: Justice Squad members and anyone who took them up on their request to meet. (If your character would have replied but hasn't yet, you can still turn up. :Db)
Location: The Justice Squad base: New York City, Utopia District.
Time: all-day Saturday
Content: BONDS ARE FORGED AND A NEW MINISERIES BEGINS
Warnings: Derp, some violence, Flonne.
Format: Depends on personal taste.
The super-secret lair of the Justice Squad wasn't really that secret, or that super. It was the basement of a warehouse complex that had been converted into cheap apartments in the nineties and was now relatively abandoned, just waiting in vague dereliction to catch the attention of another enterprising contractor. There were a few sofas that they'd managed to drag down between crimefighting that now sported brightly patterned new covers, and a corner crammed full of instruction manuals for bizarre technology or combat styles or weaponry, at least half of which had been weirdly useful already. One wall was home to a cluster of computers salvaged from various jobs, with several rather more impressive machines donated from the nice lady they'd met at Sanctuary; the other surfaces were all papered with news cuttings, maps and print-outs, dotted here and there with doodles and messages. A coffee machine held pride of place on the only table, surrounded by plastic cups and the odd novelty mug.
It was, at least, impeccably tidy, and its security was a lot better than you'd think from it looking like - well, a teen hangout. Doors led off into a bathroom, a garage, and what had become a bedroom after numerous late nights and missed trains.
Currently occupying the sofas and several of the computers were the sum and total of the Justice Squad, despite it being a Saturday; the largest monitor had been appropriated for the security feed, ready to alert them the moment someone approached the building.
Location: The Justice Squad base: New York City, Utopia District.
Time: all-day Saturday
Content: BONDS ARE FORGED AND A NEW MINISERIES BEGINS
Warnings: Derp, some violence, Flonne.
Format: Depends on personal taste.
The super-secret lair of the Justice Squad wasn't really that secret, or that super. It was the basement of a warehouse complex that had been converted into cheap apartments in the nineties and was now relatively abandoned, just waiting in vague dereliction to catch the attention of another enterprising contractor. There were a few sofas that they'd managed to drag down between crimefighting that now sported brightly patterned new covers, and a corner crammed full of instruction manuals for bizarre technology or combat styles or weaponry, at least half of which had been weirdly useful already. One wall was home to a cluster of computers salvaged from various jobs, with several rather more impressive machines donated from the nice lady they'd met at Sanctuary; the other surfaces were all papered with news cuttings, maps and print-outs, dotted here and there with doodles and messages. A coffee machine held pride of place on the only table, surrounded by plastic cups and the odd novelty mug.
It was, at least, impeccably tidy, and its security was a lot better than you'd think from it looking like - well, a teen hangout. Doors led off into a bathroom, a garage, and what had become a bedroom after numerous late nights and missed trains.
Currently occupying the sofas and several of the computers were the sum and total of the Justice Squad, despite it being a Saturday; the largest monitor had been appropriated for the security feed, ready to alert them the moment someone approached the building.