Elsewhere..

[jla_futures]

It is a jumble of landscapes, all juxtaposed against one another - fragments of a thousand worlds, each with their own weather and climate, arranged like a living, three-dimensional collage. A frozen glacier abuts a sweltering jungle, which soon gives way to an acre - no more - of desert, that borders a half-dozen other terrains. One concession, at

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[sinister_aglet]

The Question sits, very still, on a rock in the jungle environment, studying the area around him. It would not be accurate to say that he had regained consciousness, for there was no true loss of consciousness, just a fading of one reality into another.

No dream, no hallucination. Abduction, then.

"Hrm."

[jla_villains]

Gentleman Ghost manifests slowly. "Well now, this is all a bit queer, isn't it?" His monocle is looking in the Question's direction. "Oh bugger."

[sinister_aglet]

He raises an eyebrow at the appearance of the dead man, shifting his faceless mask slightly.

"Gentleman Ghost. Interesting."

The Question makes no move to stand up or apprehend the criminal, which may be odd.

[jla_villains]

"Have I just joined a gentleman's club for the faceless, mayhap?" He titters.

[flame_of_green]

"Well, look at this place," Fire interjects, sweeping her hand in a gesture at the landscape. "It's patchwork. I know for a fact the Titans don't operate out of New York," she looks at Raven and Nightwing. "And so it stands to reason that this gentleman here is correct."

[jla_villains]

"Oh, my lady. You truly are a mistress of flattery." The Ghost doffs his hat and bows at Fire. "Such a shame that we had to meet in circumstances such as this."

"Nevertheless, we should scout out the area. It looks like it was built by something somewhat retarded, however, so without any place in mind to set as our goal, what say you to heading for high ground?"

[flame_of_green]

Fire allows the emerald fires that lives within her overtake her skin, her hair, her features, until she is some unusual statue, at once still and in motion. "I can take an aerial view," she offers. "I'll see if I can find a good place to defend until we figure out what exactly it is we're supposed to do."

With that, she takes to the sky, trying to get a view of the patchwork land from above.

[jla_villains]

Looking up at the flying burst of green flame, the Gent places his hat back upon his non-existent head, and adjusts his monocle. "Truly a creature of great beauty."

[flame_of_green]

Fire begins pacing. "Is this a parable, or a very subtle joke?" She wonders out loud. "I rather think it's a distraction. I remember hearing musical cords right before.. the visions hit." She pauses, looking at those who are there. "And then, there were more cords, and I passed out. So, is it possible that the riddle requires us to find the cords of music that will cause us to return to our old life?" She looks at the blonde, the Question, and Gentleman Ghost, who all seem to be like her.. at least doing *something.*

[3x2_9yz_4a]

Holding out a hand to the green-haired woman, she says, "I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Jesse. We met last year at that charity auction."

[flame_of_green]

Fire smiles and firmly accepts Jesse's hand. "Oh yes, I remember! We got to talk a little bit backstage. Aren't you CEO of a video game development company?"

[3x2_9yz_4a]

A faint blush. "I am. Guess I ought to be glad the thing can run itself while I'm figuring out how to get out of here."

[fleet_feet]

"-orb thing that I reported last - "

Blink.

"Okay... this is new."

[flame_of_green]

Fire blinks. "Fancy meeting you here."

[sinister_aglet]

"Hh."

The Question is amused, glancing from Flash to Gentleman Ghost.

"Now we have the Quick, and the Dead. Funny how the late one isn't the one you'd expect."

[jla_futures]

The cow lets out another loud moooooo! then begins wandering off in what would be an easterly direction on Earth. As it crosses the border to the forested terrain next door, a rack of tubular bells appears.

[jla_futures]

The cow continues to amble across the landscape, occasionally stopping to release the results of its earlier meal.

[3x2_9yz_4a]

"No, no, go back." She points at the Flash. "You may have something there, with repeating the notes back that the disco ball played. Anyone here somewhat musically talented? Or enough to recognize which notes go where?"

[azarath_raven]

Raven shakes her head. She's remained silent for the most part, trying to figure this all out. "I am afraid my musical skills are somewhat limited."

[flame_of_green]

"That's okay," Fire says. "It's equally likely that the cow is a red herring, trying to get us to not pay attention to the men behind the curtain."