"Ho ho ho," said a soft, familiar voice. "Merry Christmas, Velma."

It wasn't the voice that roused Velma from her dreams, it was the sharp scent of pine and dancing of light against her eyelids that had her cracking them open with a yawn. "Santa?" she mumbled, voice rough from sleep. "Izzat you?"

( A visit from Old Saint Nick )

( Six Years ago... )

Is the island ready for another superhero?


( Read more... )

This is Velma Martinez. If you're calling from the Super Patriots--any division--I don't want to talk to you. Otherwise, name, number, and message after the beep.

-BEEP!-