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Brenda dug through the amazing amount of tissue paper that the tiny pink shopping bag held, then held aloft the lovely bra that she'd bought at the last shop they'd hit before stopping to eat. "Is it me, or are we just too big for most of what's available? I mean... I never realized that there were lady's sizes below zero before."

Her eyes flicked toward a floating paparazzi camera and then rolled as she folded the garment and put it away. "I know for a fact that I'm not fat."
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Helena was beginning to get depressed.  She'd tried--several times--to get home, all without success.  She was already missing her teammates--not to mention hoping to God that they weren't going out of their mind with worry about her.  And frankly, this Gotham was too different, too strange, too far ahead of her own for her to ever be comfortable here.

"I just want to go home," she muttered.  "Or to do something useful... Why the heck am I even here?"
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Porthos studied himself in the mirror carefully as he readjusted his tie, then doublechecked to make sure that Brenda's pretties were all carefully stowed in the bag. That dress would look dashing on her, and withthe help he'd recieved picking out the shoes and jewels to go with it, he was sure to have the most dazzling wife at the resturaunt.

He grinned. This annaversery might pass by his love, but he was going to take her out tonight, no matter what it took.

Zipping the small bag closed after putting in a towel and some babywipes, he went downstairs.

"Here you go," he gave the bag and his coat jacket to Prudence, taking his own towel in which to wrap her in in his hand. "If you'll have the limo waiting, I'll be right back with my beautiful wife."
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Daylight filtered through the window, rousing Helena from her sleep.  With a grumble, she pulled the covers up higher and attempted to bury her head in her pillow.  She wouldn't exactly say she'd had a good night's rest--too many memories associated with the Manor--but she had slept about as well as anyone who sometimes kept odd hours could.

When it became clear that she was not going to be able to get back to sleep, she reluctantly came out from under the covers and gasped.

This was not the same room she'd gone to sleep in.
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Porthos blinked as he lead Brenda up and away from the bar, towards the door. His time with her alone lately was so fleeting, so precious. His heart ached to just lay on their bed and hold her forever, something they'd never yet had time to do.

He sighed. She was always busy, always training. He knew she had to do it, but he still struggled at times to remember himself.

He glanced at her as headed towards the door. She was so beautiful, so lethal. If they were back in his world, at sea, he'd never loose sight of her for long. They'd have grand adventures, meaningful expeditions, and they'd be together during the peace afterwards. Not just for a simple after-patrol drink. For days at a time.

He didn't notice they'd already gone through the cafe doors until he'd stepped out onto a salty wooden deck, the sea wind whistling its sweet tune.

"Porthos has returned...." a startled voice cried. Then a moment's silence before.... "PORTHOS HAS RETURNED, LADS, GET YER REARS UP HERE!"
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Mornbein steered Lobo between the tall buildings, dodging billboards and the occasional pigeon, starling, seagull, or flying cop car. Warren's arms were around her waist and the sun was shining, and the combination made her heart sing.

"I goin' too fast 'er too high, hotstuff?" she yelled over the wind, remembering his yelp when the bike had first taken off. Yay for flying bikes.
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Porthos kicked at a dummy used for wrestling, glaring and hating it with every ounce of his being.

"Stupid... undercover scheme... imposter, poser, FAKE," he snarled, punching at it, taking his drunken frustration at not having seen his love in so long. He hated it. He hated everybody here that were foiling his attempts to go see Brenda again. He hated...... no. He loved Brenda. He missed her, needed her.

Didn't stop him from being mad at her, though.
[identity profile] one-small-face.livejournal.com
Porthos sighed, testing the feel of one of the spare swords he'd been provided to test with. He was, as always, good at picking up the feel of new weapons, but it didn't seem right withought his old sword by his side. He knew every nick and nooks of it, it was as as good as an extension of his own hand.

He sighed, then went back through his drills, striving to improve the new forms Brenda had taught him, and perfect his better moves with a new blade and new trousers, which felt as ridiculous as they looked.
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The sun shone softly through sheer curtains, illuminating though not touching the two figures that lay on the bed, one under and one on top of the blankets. Black hair contrasted with white pillow linens, and soft breathing made slight movements.

Brenda snapped to wakefulness, then frowned without opening her eyes as she realized there were arms around her. She listened, then sniffed before moving experimentally.
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Porthos had enough. He loved Brenda, he wouldn't let her just walk away and vanish.

He stood up, slightly unsteadily, then tossed a few coins on the counter to pay for his drinks, sprinting at the door, determined to make it work.

"Brenda!" he yelped, bursting through and suddenly sprawling flat on a dark, cold street.

he took a moment to realize he'd opened his eyes, then stared around in disbelief. This... this was a wrorld unlike any he'd ever dreamed of, and he started, gasped, and looked around, starting as a strange light on a pole fluttered and went off and on.

The Musketeer stood, then started as some loud alarm went off, a noise he'd never heard before. He sword was out in a flash, and he wlked backwards, back to the wall, wishing his honorary brothers were here with him.

Lost, confused, and every nerve tingling and on alert, Porthos slowly went down the street, seeing nothing but strange, frightening shapes and dark, half invivisble forms that fled as he approached.

He suddenly contemplated the possibilty that he'd died and gone to Hell without noticing.
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Jean had come to the Ramada Hotel long before her grandson. They were going to be fixing what had been done to the young doctor. She reached out with her mind and her powers making sure that everything was secure and that people couldn't interfere with what was about to happen.

We're ready when you're ready, Charlie.

She walks over to the other side of the room giving room for her grandson and the young doctor.
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Thomas Rybec was cold from the trip between realities. He hadn't expected it to be in a time he was so unfamilar with either. He just found himself wandering the streets of Gotham with his heavy coat wrapped around his lean frame tightly.

He hoped he would find Clark soon. He was honestly hoping he could get some training. At the same time, he didn't want to be a mooch. Tom figured he'd work it all out. Just as soon as he could navigate his way through this city.
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Harley had been strolling along the beach, a couple of days after she had been proposed to by Jack Sparrow. Lost in her own thoughts, she had been wondering if Dick would of approved of the new man in her life. She had also been thinking of the wedding gift she had left for her future husband in a safe deposit account at Gotham Bank. A part of her wished so hard that she could get that gift to give to Jack Sparrow, that same part of her had also wished she could talk to Dick about the new development.

Suddenly she noticed a chill in the air, and looking around she realized she was no longer at the Boardwalk. Harley recognized where she was standing, she had been here before with Deona and Kurt, it was the future reality of Gotham City. She was not quite sure how she ended up here, but she knew that she should take advantage of the situation given to her.

Unfortunately she was quite lost. Last time she had been at the graveyard, and now she was somewhere in the city. The city had grown over the years, and she was not sure how to get to Gotham Bank, or to the Graveyard. Harley sighed to herself, and looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of a familiar landmark.
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Warrens eyes were closed unsure as to whether or not his attempted at setting the alarms off would work. There was silence, and longer, and more. Ok it wasn't happening. "I apparently don't have the skills" he told her.
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Kurt stepped through the portal and looked around, remembering the small girl who'd first shown him this place and wondering how much time had passed since the last time anyone from his reality had had anything to do with this one.

He turned to look at the women who had accompanied him: Harley Quinn and Deona Miles, though he couldn't see Mrs. Miles yet. Then he turned toward the grave they'd come to see and blinked as he saw a tall man in a white polo shirt and brown slacks standing by one near the end of the plot. "Ah, it hasn't been so long, I guess."
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