"Then it is settled, Sisters..."

[corps_of_love]

(Note: Happens before "Test of Honor")Unbeknown to most of the universe the Zamarons on their violet world have been watching events unfold in the galaxy and discussing them at length. The fact that the the whole Sinestro Corp and the Lanterns, who are overseen by the Oans, are sadly misguided in their focus is clear. what is not clear is how

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[lanternslight]

Hal Jordan blinks, slowly coming awake.

He feels as though he should have a hangover, yet he doesn't.

Slowly, his eyes begin to take focus. He's staring up at a mirrored ceiling. Silken sheets cover his naked body, and nothing else.

And in the reflection, he can see that he's not alone in this bed.

Not by a long shot.

Oh, crap. What happened last night?

[nationcoastcity]

Jill shuffles under the sheets a little, aware at first only of being SERIOUSLY comfortable in this bed and nice and warm, probably due to the body against hers, a nice firm shoulder under her ear...

Waaaaaait a second.

She lifts a hand and rubs at her eyes, blinking until the bleariness clears.

Oh and holy crap this is so not her room. Way too much green for one thing.

She turns her head up to see who she's lying pressed up against and is vaugely relieved to see a familiar face.

"Hal?"

But he's not looking at her, he's just staring up at the ceiling in mute shock. Maybe there's a bit of fear in his expression too...

She follows his eyes up and stares slack-jawed at the reflection of the three other bodies piled in the bed with them.

She truly does NOT feel hung over enough for this.

[skirt_of_danger]

This might be the first time Zinda had a hangover she didn't mind suffering through. She was warm, she wasn't alone, and a happy little tune wormed its way through her head.

'Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition...'

She just knew if she opened her eyes she'd hate it. Somebody's behind would have to be kicked. So she buried her face in the pillows and snuggled up to the body next to her. The kicking could happen later. She'd like working up an appetite for the first drink of the day.

[nationcoastcity]

Carol's conciousness slowly returned. She snuggled up to the hard, muscular body next to her while a softer, more feminine body snuggled up to her.

The first sensation was good.

The second was...

Wait...softer...more feminine...

Carol Ferris' eyes flew open.

"Hal?!"

[geek_lantern]

Argh. Why was it so blasted bright?

Kyle Rayner wrenched his eyes open, squinting.

Oh... right, the full-length mirrors on all the walls reflected a lot. Sure did glint off the rings and trapeze bars too.

..wait a minute.

He sat up, silk sheets slipping down his body. Well hey, I'm naked. Okay, blinking, you can do this. Just make the eyes the opposite of closed.

Forcing his eyes open, he surveyed his surroundings. He was in a bed almost the size of a previous whole bedroom of his. The room was somewhere between love shack and circus tent. All reds and blacks, lots of hanging curtains, and... yeah, the bars and rings. Oh.. those were his pants up on one of them, weren't they?

He looked next to him, then reached out to the soft warm viridian thing laying there.

"Hey green-bean... any idea where we are?" He leaned over and kissed her cheek. Mmmm... laying down again. Laying down was good.

[thegreenones]

"....aaaagggghhh..." She shoves a pillow over her head. "No more nuclear ice teas before playtime."

[geek_lantern]

"I think this is a little worse than just the nukes.." Kyle grunted. He didn't feel as badly hammered as Jenny, just massively tired.

"We're not at home. Any ideas?"

[thegreenones]

She opens one eye and sees the black leather trapeze and the gumball dispenser. "That I'm in your dream - only I shouldn't feel as hungover as I do unless you're a sick sadistic monkey and haven't bothered to let me know yet?"

[buildsgreen]

This? This is not the crappy-ass hotel room he was staying in for the public works conference with the other guy in the next bed from the office that snored like tool and die factory - and there is a naked woman in this bed when there wasn't one last night!

"What the -"

[themysciran]

Diana opened her eyes and sat up.

This...wasn't the embassy. This wasn't...

She turned to the side and saw -

"Great Hera!"

[buildsgreen]

He'd be a fool to object to Diana in bed on general principle.

"I don't remember ending last night like this." Still, he can't help but smile. How often does she get startled when the world isn't going to hell so he can't appreciate it?

[themysciran]

Diana looked at John, her eyebrow twitching. "Nor do I," she says softly. "Where are we? I mean, beyond the obvious."

[blonde_techie]

"Wow...this is not Gotham." She tries to get out of bed and falls over a lump...a redheaded man-shaped lump.

[warrior_guy]

Guy's snoring. He usually does, after all. Not the heavy, beat-the-band snore that comes when he's good and drunk, the contended, soft snore of a guy in a deep sleep.

When Roxy slips getting out of bed, that's when he wakes up. Not that she's not soft, but an elbow in the ribs, accidental or otherwise, does that to anyone, really.

[blonde_techie]

Oh...um...she's not sure what to do with this, so she does the Roxy thing and babbles at 100 mph.

"Hi, you know it's really nice to see you again - not that it wasn't always nice - but last I heard you were in space for a long time and I thought maybe it was 'off' not that we were supposed to be seriously 'on' or anything because of the crazy even though the sex and football was really, really good and I can't believe that came out of my mouth and..." She sighs out of sheer embarrassment at her stupid. "Where are we?"

[warrior_guy]

Guy sits up, bleary-eyed, hair ruffled and matted from being on the pillow for God knew how long.

"Wha--?" he asked, looking around, holding up a hand, trying to get her to be quiet for a moment, before she actually stopped. "You got me," he said, glancing around.

[green_shield]

This place is not the Outsiders base. It smells too nice. It smells like Travis and this smell was not one she fell asleep with.

"Um...babe? Did you decide I needed a vacation?"

[blind_will]

The first thing he notices is the smells. Incense, new bedding, polished furniture. It smells new - not something he's ever had much of. He's fairly sure there's a pot of tea on a heater too - something with citrus.
Second comes the sounds, or lack of them. Tara's breathing. The slight hum of electricity to the burner with the tea and the clock. No traffic, no voices, only background noise and that they bring with them.
Third is the feel. Satin sheets, an extra pillow, and his hand resting on Tara finds silk, the textures unmistakable to a pickpocket's hands.
Third would be that the world is dark. There's not the instictive mental overlay of images, no HUD. And those same sensitive fingers don't feel a ring.

Nonetheless, his voice is even. "Not that I know of. Whoever provided the trip wanted us to be comfortable. And didn't want us leaving in a hurry."

[green_shield]

"You have no idea how behind this I could get." She's been frazzled, tense, and she'd like to just let shit blow up without her for awhile. The room has minimal things in it and plenty of space for Travis to walk and not bump into things if he didn't...hey wait a minute. "Travis, where's your ring?"

[blind_will]

"That's what I meant about not leaving any time soon. We're in a soundproofed room, possibly locked, but it has electricity. Incense, tea... if this is a prison, its supposed to be a very comfortable one. But we're definitely not supposed to leave, and they went to a lot of expense. I've felt three different grades of satin and two of silk so far."
He felt to the side of the bed with one foot. Street habit, even when he had a bed, his clothes were always within reach. "My clothes aren't there. Betting we'll find a closet with something in it, unless we're supposed to just lounge in here."

Now he's starting to wonder how someone could have gotten them here without waking him up.