[filtered to Kara, Steph, and Beast Boy; viewable to Alfred]

Two things. One, I know I'm not usually the one to suggest these things but seeing as it is the holiday season... should we have a Christmas movie night or something?

And two, if no one minds, I'd like to invite a friend ... or rather, his left hand. It's an odd story.

[/filter]Santa ( Read more... )

[audio clicks on to a ridiculously high-pitched voice; it sounds like someone force-fed her helium in large quantities.]

So it's back to the regularly programmed insanity and annoyances, I see.

Is that my voice--

[introducing one very very disgruntled chipmunk puppet!Raven giving a very put-upon, huffy, squeaky sigh.]

I am not a stocking

Rue, for being a friend, my first friend, here in the City; for being my friend still, for allowing me to share in your story, thank you. It's a privilege, really ( Read more... )

Finally. I can hear myself think again. Looks like it was just an extended curse after all.

Thank Azar for small blessings.

It looks like last minute Christmas shopping combined with New Year's in Times Square out there today. It's not either of those, so what exactly is the occasion for all this?

Not that I'm expecting it will make any sense either way... how am I supposed to meditate with all this emotional static ( Read more... )

If you go up high enough, all cities start to look about the same, don't they? Just a sea of buildings and lights and people going about their lives. Still, flying is the only part of my powers that I enjoy-- really enjoy. There are times when I wonder if that's wrong somehow ( Read more... )

[a soft 'whump' and a groan as someone tries to get out of bed only to realize she's a lot smaller today. And a lot fluffier.]

... oh, ha ha, very funny. This was bad enough the first time around.Nobody better try to pull me out of a hat. I have sharp, carrot-chewing teeth that will become sharp, finger-chewing teeth if necessary. Trust me, I' ( Read more... )

[static and then Raven's voice comes on, tight and far too neutral; it's clear that she's wrapped herself with all the wards and mental barriers she can, though in this case, not to keep anyone out but to keep something in.]

Sorry to trouble you, Alfred, but if there's an antidote for Scarecrow's gas available, I may need some about now. The ( Read more... )

( private; warded )

Oh, perfect. I should have known my streak of luck was due to run out sooner rather than later.

Though if anyone offers me pie today, I can't be held responsible for the consequences.