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tushanshu_logs2016-02-05 01:25 pm
backwordscompatible) wrote in tushanshu_logs2016-02-05 01:25 pm
It's a New Dawn, It's a New Day [WC Open Log]
Characters: Zatanna Zatara & Whoever stops by (threadjacking/mingling optional, if desired)
Date: Month of February
Location: The Welcome Center
Situation: A lot of (mostly cosmetic, a touch magical) changes were made recently. Oh, and also a Singles Awareness Day Movie Marathon
Warnings/Rating: That depends on whether or not people choose to behave themselves....
It would seem the 18-year-old Mistress of Magic had been up to something over the last few weeks. When she wasn't manning the front counter, she could be seen running from store to store. Making deals. Bargaining like an old pro. All for the sake of her current project....
I. - JUST OUTSIDE THE CENTER
The first major change was the addition of a large cork board installed right next to the main doorway. Informal and ever changing, there were push pins outlining the entire border for just about anyone who wanted to come and put up their personal advertisement. Local stores that were hiring. Local jobless souls in need of BEING hired. Families looking for a babysitter. Weekly specials at some of the shops. Upcoming events.
II. - INSIDE
New magic wards had been put up. Even before the little jingle of the front door bell met a new arrival, those with the right sensitivity would be able to tell. All precautionary, of course, and not even all that strict. She'd had the ones protecting the windows from those prankster kedan children since the previous year, but this one expanded to cover the entire main room of the Center. A spell of protection, that would keep any with the intent of ill will from crossing the threshold. And prevent any acts of violence intending to cause another living being (or piece of furniture) harm. Just in case.
But that wasn't all! Though the layout of the room remained the same, the furnishings were all different. She'd stained most of the wooden furniture, including the front desk, a deep mahogany-brown, giving the place a warm feel. New carpeting and plush couches and chairs were over by the fireplace, which seemed to burn perpetually on a combination of wood and magic. There were snacks on one of the tables--including marshmallows, because of course--and bottles of water in a small cooler. And the windows now had deep maroon blackout curtains. Currently open, and tied on either side by gold rope, allowing the bright sunlight to stream in on sunny days.
Most notably, however, Zatanna had cleaned up the network console area, putting up privacy screens on either side, offering a more comfortable stool for those using it, and relocating it to the far corner of the room for the customer's privacy. That, combined with the new brochures lining the front of the main desk, all titled SO YOU ENDED UP ON THE BACK OF A GIANT, LIVING TURTLE (her idea, of course), and she figured that was everything any new arrival might need immediate access to, in the event she happened to be out or asleep in the back.
...which was also protected by additional wards, by the way. Specifically the kind that only allowed her and those she personally invited into her living space. Hey, it wasn't paranoia to want a little privacy now and then.
III. - VALENTINE'S WEEKEND
The advertisements would go up on the front bulletin board with a week's notice, and she counted on word of mouth to get around.
It wasn't any major event. Heck, she wouldn't even care if nobody showed up. The night was just as much for her as it was anyone else. As her first Valentine's Day in years as a Single Girl, she simply didn't feel like going out. So she decided she--and anybody else who wanted--could stay in. In style.
The furniture was all moved, and the snacks were switched out for popcorn and ice cream and a few other notably unhealthy comfort options. The blackout curtains were drawn. Above the fireplace--which had been dimmed to a dull ember-- was a large, white screen which would broadcast a marathon of decidedly "bad", cheesy, and/or so-awful-they're-actually-kind-of-funny movies from sundown until she gave up and went to sleep. Mostly local productions and whatever else she could find in the bargain bins in the entertainment areas. It didn't really matter. The more bargain-y, the worse. Or better.
Zatanna herself could be found in her favorite recliner, unabashedly donning a pair of grey sweats and she sat back with a personal carton of rocky road ice cream, eating it by the spoonful as she took pleasure in the badly acted "horror" movie playing out on the screen at that particular moment.
Date: Month of February
Location: The Welcome Center
Situation: A lot of (mostly cosmetic, a touch magical) changes were made recently. Oh, and also a Singles Awareness Day Movie Marathon
Warnings/Rating: That depends on whether or not people choose to behave themselves....
It would seem the 18-year-old Mistress of Magic had been up to something over the last few weeks. When she wasn't manning the front counter, she could be seen running from store to store. Making deals. Bargaining like an old pro. All for the sake of her current project....
I. - JUST OUTSIDE THE CENTER
The first major change was the addition of a large cork board installed right next to the main doorway. Informal and ever changing, there were push pins outlining the entire border for just about anyone who wanted to come and put up their personal advertisement. Local stores that were hiring. Local jobless souls in need of BEING hired. Families looking for a babysitter. Weekly specials at some of the shops. Upcoming events.
II. - INSIDE
New magic wards had been put up. Even before the little jingle of the front door bell met a new arrival, those with the right sensitivity would be able to tell. All precautionary, of course, and not even all that strict. She'd had the ones protecting the windows from those prankster kedan children since the previous year, but this one expanded to cover the entire main room of the Center. A spell of protection, that would keep any with the intent of ill will from crossing the threshold. And prevent any acts of violence intending to cause another living being (or piece of furniture) harm. Just in case.
But that wasn't all! Though the layout of the room remained the same, the furnishings were all different. She'd stained most of the wooden furniture, including the front desk, a deep mahogany-brown, giving the place a warm feel. New carpeting and plush couches and chairs were over by the fireplace, which seemed to burn perpetually on a combination of wood and magic. There were snacks on one of the tables--including marshmallows, because of course--and bottles of water in a small cooler. And the windows now had deep maroon blackout curtains. Currently open, and tied on either side by gold rope, allowing the bright sunlight to stream in on sunny days.
Most notably, however, Zatanna had cleaned up the network console area, putting up privacy screens on either side, offering a more comfortable stool for those using it, and relocating it to the far corner of the room for the customer's privacy. That, combined with the new brochures lining the front of the main desk, all titled SO YOU ENDED UP ON THE BACK OF A GIANT, LIVING TURTLE (her idea, of course), and she figured that was everything any new arrival might need immediate access to, in the event she happened to be out or asleep in the back.
...which was also protected by additional wards, by the way. Specifically the kind that only allowed her and those she personally invited into her living space. Hey, it wasn't paranoia to want a little privacy now and then.
III. - VALENTINE'S WEEKEND
The advertisements would go up on the front bulletin board with a week's notice, and she counted on word of mouth to get around.
It wasn't any major event. Heck, she wouldn't even care if nobody showed up. The night was just as much for her as it was anyone else. As her first Valentine's Day in years as a Single Girl, she simply didn't feel like going out. So she decided she--and anybody else who wanted--could stay in. In style.
The furniture was all moved, and the snacks were switched out for popcorn and ice cream and a few other notably unhealthy comfort options. The blackout curtains were drawn. Above the fireplace--which had been dimmed to a dull ember-- was a large, white screen which would broadcast a marathon of decidedly "bad", cheesy, and/or so-awful-they're-actually-kind-of-funny movies from sundown until she gave up and went to sleep. Mostly local productions and whatever else she could find in the bargain bins in the entertainment areas. It didn't really matter. The more bargain-y, the worse. Or better.
Zatanna herself could be found in her favorite recliner, unabashedly donning a pair of grey sweats and she sat back with a personal carton of rocky road ice cream, eating it by the spoonful as she took pleasure in the badly acted "horror" movie playing out on the screen at that particular moment.
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...I mean, there was that one time back when I was fourteen where Artemis and I accidentally got almost blown up on Halloween. [Twice] But that was back home, and also completely not even our fault.
[She paused.]
Okay, the first time wasn't our fault. And the second time was completely in self-defense.
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He gives her a look.]
You were trick or treating in Gotham, weren't you?
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[There wasn't any candy involved. Which, in hindsight, was a total rip-off.]
Artemis was having a bad night after she...um...found something out. [Conner and M'gann, specifically.] We were supposed to go to a school dance, but I thought she might need to blow off a bit of steam, so we borrowed a couple motorcycles from the garage and had a Girls Night Out.
[Vigilante, style.]
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[Says someone who has never been to a school dance.]
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[That poor kitchen never stood a chance.]
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But it doesn't sound like Trick-or-Treating anymore.
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This was the other kind of girls' night out on Halloween. With different costumes.
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[He smirks a little, because he totally did not actually assume trick or treating.]
But that sounds like a pretty good time. Did it work to sheer her up?
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[Again, after getting almost blown up. Twice.]
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I should hope so. It's only on special occasions that you almost get blown up twice. Usually it's just almost getting stabbed or shot, and in comparison... bor-ing.
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Tell me about it.
I mean, the guys were pretty fun and all, but that was definitely one of the highlights of my time with the Team. I almost can't believe that was...what, over four years ago? Sometimes I wonder how close we all might have gotten if I hadn't come here.
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Well, if your team is anything like either of mine, I'd imagine very close.
[After all, his closest friends outside of family are in the Titans, and they started working together as Young Justice. They're not like the Justice League--not just coworkers. It's a different kind of family.]
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[Especially Bart. Though, for Tim's sake, she chose to remember the fonder memories, before the arguments started.]
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Well, we did know each other the longest, of all of us.
[Oops, now he misses them again.]
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Three months. I think. Maybe less.
I mean, not including the time that some of them were here. Actually...at this point, there are probably still people in the city that I've known longer than most of them combined. Funny how things work out like that, isn't it?
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The multiverse is a weird place.
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I'll never get used to people knowing who I am who I've never even met before. That's probably even weirder than familiar-but-not-quite faces.
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Sorry about that.
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Nah, you're fine.
Technically, I never met you until you showed up here. Or I showed up here. Whichever. Anyways, you're familiar enough to me now.
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People are going to start thinking you live here or something.
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What, you mean I don't? Huh. Even I got confused.
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Speaking of...how are things working out? You ended up at the...was it the Hotel?
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Sounds cozy. I hope your poor roommate isn't missing you too much.
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