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Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

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Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

Ju-V

Here's Page Two of the post summaries, @psych0pomp, I believe you said this would be of interest..?

I'll also add them to the OOC Zero post.

Page Two

Post Twenty-One - In which we are introduced to Sunita and the remaining three journals to have survived her fiery rage, upon burning twice as many in anger directed at her parents and their intentions and motivations regarding her life. We watch as she kindly lends assistance to Natsumi after the latter was pepper sprayed.

Post Twenty-Two - In which we are introduced to Adam, and watch as the young man tries to get reads on the poker faces of everyone sitting at the table in Alcatraz. We see his frustrations at the powerlessness which comes from not having two pair of nickels to rub together.

Post Twenty-Three - In which we are introduced to Seo, his long trip across the country to Alcatraz, and watch as he clings to the memory of his son who is waiting for him after the program.

Post Twenty-Four - In which Noah explodes onto the scene, missed by family and friends she struggles to come down from a hangover after one last blast of a night before entering into the program. She sleeps it off on the bus, makes the Bay a little more full on the ferry trip, and comes to terms with security's strict rules regarding contraband. There's one thing for sure, Howard Sterling will pay for all of this.

Post Twenty-Five - In which we are introduced to Sora, the quick quipper with the cool pendant, has her own issues with security, and deals with pepper spray for her first time.

Post Twenty-Six - We are introduced to Zack, as he himself is introduced to jittery guards, overly familiar securtiy officers and dodges tasers and pepper spray in his own unique way.

Post Twenty-Seven - Wherein the group - minus Fritz - are taken away to the Recreation Room, and meet a half dozen randomly selected program attendees, with the intention of 'easing the new people into the populus'. The room is well stocked with distractions of all types and the new NPCs are Laura 'Bright Eyes' DiBiase, Libby Trainor, Brian 'Bulk' McIntyre, Taylor 'Fingers' Dawkins, Billy 'Calculus' Isaacs and a strange girl of indeterminate age called 'The Kid'. Billy Isaacs shows disproportionate interest in Noah, likewise Bulk seeks out Brooklyn 'Black Betty' Vanderhaven.

Post Twenty-Eight - We see Haven's views and introspection on these motley crew of new attendees that they have been introduced to. How this rabble comes across under first impression from the untrusting eagle eye of a survivor.

Post Twenty-Nine - In which Natsumi deals with the aftermath of being pepper sprayed, and witnesses first hand the kindness of strangers - Lina and Sunita - as she tries to navigate how to handle being relocated to the Recreation Room after recent events.

Post Thirty - In which we see as David runs his own introspective eye over the initial inhabitants of the Rec Room, seeks out allies, and looks to protect someone from sacrifice by offering a game of chess.

Post Thirty-One - In which Kaitlin seeks out her own refuge from the more menacing new threats that the Rec Room pose... within the pages of a book.

Post Thirty-Two - In which Zelda drifts across her own permafrost and seeks her own shelter within the same bookshelf which Kaitlin has just drawn attention to.

Post Thirty-Three - In which we are shown some of the horrors that Wes has already been confronting in his day-to-day life as a vigilante, the evils which he had hoped to better himself to confront. He deals with the foreign chemical irritant of the pepper spray, and runs an expert eye over Billy Isaacs and doesn't like what he sees. He then runs the same eye over Haven's back and wings and very much likes what he sees. Wings. The boy likes wings.

Post Thirty-Four - We watch as Sasha scrutinizes the Rec Room and its early attendants. Seeks out her own space, only to be accosted by a game of chess.

Post Thirty-Five - In which we bear witness to Brooklyn's unimpressed take on events as we have seen them, her disappointment in the people she is with seeming to back down immediately without taking a further stand, and her irritation at the 6'3" yutz who's blocking out the sun, not saying nothing!

Post Thirty-Six - In which Director Rowell greets the newest program attendee, the tardy Sophia Montgomery, and unleashes her upon the throng of malcontents in the Recreation Room.

Post Thirty-Seven - In which we are introduced to Sophia Montgomery herself, the sensitive and gentle new face in the concrete home.

Post Thirty-Eight - In which we are introduced to Kyle, his bodacious journey across the Pacific in search of fun, excitement, a way out of the troubles he found himself in, and California girls. And we find that in a dour situation, when locked in a room with a bunch of questionable character, the wise man goes diving for the video game controller. Well... maybe not the wise man. The Kyle man absolutely dives for the controller.

Post Thirty-Nine - In which we see Seo look to reach out and make contact with the least threatening of the initial Rec Room people - striking up a conversation with the elusive Libby Trainor.

Post Forty - In which we get a quick glimpse at the next layer of punishment, that rests below the surface of this facility, as Fritz meets a new attendee with a penchant for violent retribution and meteing out his own justice. He also receives another, more severe, dialogue from the Director - the patience of the program is not unending, and a prison sentence could very well still await him.

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Kenny Price

K E N N E T H P R I C E

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⚓ A B O U T M E

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Summary: Kenny Price, twin brother of Dalton Price (FC: Cole Sprouse). Former point guard and basketball star of Kings Academy, and later the Florida Gators.

Family: His brother, Dalton Price, having received his degree in Business Management from Florida University - works in Corporate for one of the largest private aerospace and aviation companies in Florida, and the world. He's around this boat somewhere too.
Mother is Tiff Price, and father, Drew Price are proud of BOTH their kids. Which is coded language for 'Kenny lost'.

High School Experience: Kenny wasn't seen much. Despite being a star athlete at the school, his "athleticism" came down a lot to his shooting prowess. And that was no fluke. He was a gym rat, spending virtually every spare minute launching jumpshots. He was always a good player, and it was broad knowledge his talent would carry him well into college and most likely professional basketball. But it wasn't a sure thing, and Kenny had no intention on wasting time not doing everything he could to make his pro dreams happen. Comfortably passed the academic qualifiers for his athletic scholarship by graduating with a solid 2.8 GPA and 993 on his SATs.

Life Leading Up To Reunion: Kenny received "free ride" letters to play for Florida, as well as renowned historic point guard factories Georgia Tech and Arizona University. He chose to stay close to home, and remained at Florida, studying Journalism and Communications with a minor in Business Management. His sophomore year his play saw him become an All-American and he started to make people's fringe lists for the NBA Draft for the following year. Then tragedy struck, he tore his ACL pre-season for his junior year. Red-shirted the season to recover, but his draft stock never would. His raw athleticism was never a strength, and he became even less athletic, even if the shot never waned. His redshirt senior year he managed to help steer the Gators through to the Elite Eight, but he was never on the radar for the Pros in the US. He instead decided to spend his time on other matters, focusing on college athletes player rights, and spoke publicly about the issue, began to lay down the foundation for what would become the renewed movement for NCAA v Alston after the unsuccessful O'Bannon case. Whilst his knee would prevent him from playing in the NBA, his efforts for player compensation saw him make many contacts and built relationships which would allow him to slide comfortably into the world of player management. And his journalism degree, combined with quality examples of engaging interviews saw him often become a secondary talking head on numerous sports shows.

The Letter: Kenny received notification about the Reunion from his mother, having heard that Dalton was going, and asking him about it. His own letter not surviving the numerous change of addresses over recent years. He decided to attend, having moreorless acheived his dream in a roundabout way. He now has a career in sports, albeit more in the area of talking about them and getting other players paid. Now with an opportunity to go back, see somewhat familiar faces, and cut loose in a way he seldom did when he actually attended - the night of the Montverde Academy game being the rare exception.

Ju-V

She followed along with the group inside. She took special care in noting weaknesses in the facility; guards not being alert, walls that looked like they could be plowed through, makeshift weapons if it came to that. Soon they were in the rec room and were introduced to the others within the facility. Their makeshift tour guide droned on, but Brooklyn couldn't be bothered to care all that much. Instead, she glanced at the others, sizing them up. As her head turned, she felt a shadow over her. She turned back to see a mountain of a man standing there, staring at her. He was cute in a "golden retriever" type of way, though she got the sense there was nothing behind those eyes. And her thoughts were confirmed when he just. continued. to. stare!

"Keep starin' at me and I'll rip your arms off and play jump rope with 'em." The nerve of this dude! "Anyone going to claim their lost lamb here?" Perhaps he was lost from a tour group and got separated from his mommy. Either way, she had little time to be hand-holding anyone here. "What happened to hello? How are you? My name is? What just cuz you're locked up you get to be rude? I'm not the broad to try that with."

@PatientBean

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Libby, her name was Libby and she'd escaped several times from other facilities until she landed on Alcatraz. To be frank it would be near impossible for any to escape this place without an ability that allowed flight or water breathing. An isolated island definitely allowed for more complex plans of escape, but no matter how you went about it, the results would be the same. One could attempt to swim, but it wouldn't take long for them to be captured and brought back. Escaping from an island would require something more exciting. While he glanced over at Libby, he listened to the girl talk about Billy and it all began to make sense as to why he'd been staring at a few of them the moment they'd stepped foot into the room. What he wouldn't give to pluck the inner chambers of his mind to see what made him tick. When the small one finished talking, Seo levitated over to Libby and gazed out of the window next to her.

"Do you feel like a pet trapped in its cage? Or do you feel like there is purpose here after all?" Seo said, wondering just what this girl could do. "Forgive my lack of manners, my name is Seobin. I hear you like to escape and I was curious as to why."

@Wei Wuxian

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The fast talking New Yorker hit him with a staccato of questions, each more confronting than the previous. But it took him a while before he felt comfortable giving a response that he was pretty sure would make sense.

It was so very easy for him to say things that didn't make any sense. Billy had often pointed this out to him.

"I was just waiting for the opportunity to say 'Hello'." He said, speaking softly. "Sometimes, I've-- I get told sometimes that when I speak from behind people, before they notice me. It makes them uncomfortable. Or scares them. At least you-- don't seem to scare so easily."

He stood there trying to think of something else to say. Oh! A thought came over him. What brought him over in the first place!

"I like your jacket. It's cool." He said, referring to her black leather jacket. "It...--" He struggled looking for the word. It made everything else about her -her ruby red lipstick, the blonde hair - stand out in contrast, even brighter. "It pops."

His brow furrowed, as if trying to think about how well the word fit.

"Uhh... I guess, 'How are you?' My name is Brian, if that interests you at all. Just-- just wanted to say about your jacket. It's cool. I didn't wanna seem rude."

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Libby didn't turn, she just kept looking out over the Bay. A wide brimmed hat kept the sun's glare from the window out of her eyes. The black croptop she wore showed off a large tattoo of a compass between her shoulder blades.

"The minutes. The hours. Being free, it's just-- it's a feeling all of its own."

She spoke absently, almost as if she was a hundred miles away and merely reminiscing for her own benefit.

"The last time I was out, I snuck into Oracle Park. Sneaking in is just an escape into a box. Sat on those right field bleachers over the archways in front of McCovey Cove. Watched Joc Pederson splash hit one over my head against the Phillies. They had me on TV. I knew I wouldn't get far after that. When Aegis picked me up, they did it as I sat in the Old-Fashioned Glove over on left field waiting for them..."

She turned and faced Seobin and offered a smile, as if the explanation wouldn't be enough of its own.

"It's not-- It's not anything like that. Or anything bad about here in the first place per se... It's just something in me. It's something I have to do."

Ju-V

Some recent news...

* After talking with @webboysurf, time has dwindled on their end. The character of Zach - going forward, will be NPC'd.

This leaves a secondary option in the upcoming roommate discussion.

Just a reminder. We're still looking for people to come together and decide on their room assignment pairings.

At this stage:

Noah and Sasha
Wes and Kyle
Brooklyn and Seobin
Haven and Zelda
Kaitlin and Sunita

Are the only two set pairings.

The following people and their characters have shown a preference for PC pairings over NPCs. So perhaps if you're amongst these people, there's a direction if you're looking to approach another who'd also like player interaction in the after-hours times in residentional quarters.

Black Betty/Brooklyn @PatientBean - (Update: Now Paired with Seobin)
Zero/Zelda @Lawful Newtral - (Update: Now paired with Haven)
Spitfire/Sora @earthtogab
Photon/Kaitlin @mickilennial - (Update: Now paired with Sunita)
Sophia/Sunny @Qia (Update: Now paired with Natsumi)
Natsumi/Chameleon @Kuro - (Update: Now paired with Sophia)

Seobin @Wei Wuxian - (Update: Now paired with Brooklyn)

I left myself as a floater in this, so unless we have any other people who would like a PC roommate, I'll happily do it and have David/Ward room with Seo.

That said, if there's anyboy who also wants a PC roommate in game and hasn't voiced that desire yet, now is pretty much the time to mention it. We will be pushing forward soon.

Ju-V

And incidentally, if you haven't posted since the Rec Room... expect your character to pop up in the Kid continuing to spew exposition in another NPC post.

Long story short, expect some content.

I just dropped the keys off for the old house, and most of my time is mine now.

Ju-V

Finished my one shift at work this week. Expect me to be active. I'll have your NPC responses (particularlyto Seo and Black Betty's posts), I'm working a few collabs, and expect the Page two summaries to come.

Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - [CLOSED]

"Bloody Hell, Slot Machine. You look thoroughly rooted there, mate. Normally takes a teacher about a month, month and a half of my shit to get to that stage. Wearin' you down already, eh?"

Adrianna briefly looked shocked, as many of the students did, at the newcoming Banjo immediately made his presence known with a crass greeting to his supervising teacher.

The traitor Elle made her way over to Banjo to give him what appeared to be a humorous jab to his arm. "Did the concussion make you forget your manners, Banjo?" She murmured, placing a teasing smile on her face. The force behind her punch told Banjo that it wasn't 100% genuine.

"Eaaasy. Miss me that much you're tryin' ta put me back in the Hospital already, huh New York?" He quietly uttered to the girl who'd given him a seemingly playful shot in the arm.

He was just so effortless with his retorts, Adie noted. He really was just so popular with the other kids, even one of the older ones like Elle. And she'd been somewhat distant during their camping trip, from what Adie could remember. But already seemed friendly with Banjo. She snorted quietly, remembering the House selection process.

"At least you're becoming self aware there, Dingo." His teacher actually saluted his effort at a joke. Seeing the funny side. Everyone really did like him. She started to feel warm, and gently bit her lip thinking about how she'd spent her previous day.

His joke kind of reminded her about the sort of things she'd overheard men saying when she'd visited her father on worksites. Not from her father himself, of course. He would never. But often a lot of his workers. It just made him seem...

I don't know... manly..?

She felt relieved as their numerous teachers began to splinter the three teams off and take them to their individual classes.

She snuck one last peek at him walking away, before joining her group.

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_{Location: Pacific Royal Collegiate & University - Dundas Islands, Pacific Ocean}

First Class: # 2.95 Beginner's Guide to the Flow of HZEs

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_{Interaction(s): Ariel - @Lawful Newtral}

Previously: Failing the Bechtel Test Miserably

After following Miranda and the rest of her team to the Augmented Reality Center, Adie listened as Aiden Roth broke down the basic science behind how hyperhuman powers work on the HZE particulate level. She was already well familiar, but liked seeing the effortless grasp of the basics which her teacher possessed and was able to convey to the class.

She was reminded of an old Richard Feynman quote. If you can't explain something simply enough for an 8 year old, you don't understand it properly. She was already aware of the basics and her own classification. And reading between the lines, was able to discern that this was how Hyperion must have rendered so many of th others powerless. Her own abilities had been significantly dampened, but perhaps a greater familiarity with their use was why she was still able to reach out into the humm and pick up the numerous devices and vehicles that existed on the plain. However faint, and even if there was nothing of use there for her to combat the terrorist with.

So it looks like they'll be working less with applications for their own specific powers, and more on manipulating the HZE particles which provide them their powers themselves. Made sense. Nobody could claim this wasn't practical, given recent events.

She put on a form-fitting A.R. Suit and looked around the assembled group for a partner, considering who could potentially be a good match, when Ariel asked whether they should pair up.

She was an elemental, with power over the flow of water. Adie wondered if in many ways, her exerting that power felt similar to when she tapped in to the flow of the humm.

In Adie's mind it seemed to make sense as a quality pairing. Two women, who work with the flow of things, finding a way to basically control the flow of HZEs between them. They'd probably show the rest of these kids up.

"That sounds great. Yes. Exoteric-Electromagnetic. You're Elemental, right? Let's show the rest of them how it's done!"

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Ju-V

The Director's leather shoes clacked along the most immediate route back to his office.

The troublesome boy would be taken a more circuitous route, possibly via a holding cell in a more secure section, so that he might be more susceptible to receiving the conversation about the severity of the situation in which he finds himself.

In the interim, there was more work to be done for the most recent new additions to the program.

"I... apologise for my tardiness." He offered as he walked in to find the small, quiet girl sitting opposite his desk.

"We have kept you in here a little while because where possible we don't like adding individual new program attendees to the populus. Socially it's... less than ideal. Cliques and groups form, individuals can have troubles. Its not what we want to do. But your parents were most insistent on seeing you off personally, and we chose to respect their wishes." He said, taking a seat opposite. His speech was crisp, despite clearly being in a situation he was less comfortable with. Perhaps even moreso because of it.

"Your group is currently getting to know each other better in a recreation room, with a small random assortment of other more tenured program-attendees. We find its the best way to ease them in, to what can be considered by some to be a very confronting situation."

The Director paused and thought for a moment about the best way to handle this.

To send her in under guard escort could itself set a confronting message, but he also didn't want to continue to make his presence overly familiar to the group as they formed bonds and initial introductions. Feeling watched and surveilled, which they of course were regardless of how they felt, could adversely impact behaviour, social integration, trust...

Besides, he would have to talk with Frederick Jackson.

...and he would of course want to gain his first impressions on this new group and consider possible early projections.

This group was... particularly interesting.

"Grant here will take you to that recreation room, where you will hopefully get to know the other children better." It wasn't apparent whether 'Grant' was the man's first or last name, and this helped soften the relationship and role of the man at present.

Sophia got to her feet and was led down the same pathway to the Recreation wing that the Director had taken, missing Fritz being dragged into a secure section by seconds, a scuffed line from where his shoes had dragged the only sign he'd been there in the first place.

They walked down the long corridor and Grant directed her to the Recreation Room where her cohorts were congregated.

What would they make of her?

What would she make of them?