Log file from Dolphin. 03/12/00 8:14:48 PM The Island ~T~ Titans Island Set agianst a backdrop of world famous landmarks such as the Stature of Libery, another symbol for freedom stands proud in the middle of the Hudson, the 'T' shaped tower of the Titans. Connected to the mainland habor by a skift-like barge, the island itself is fairly commonplace. Vegetation is scattered over the rough surface, with a small shed-like building scattered here or there up to the rocky crags of its shores, even to the rising cliffface that forms a windshield on the northern end. In the middle of the island is the tall 'T' tower, with it's shining glass surface overlooking all those that see it, both with their eyes and their hearts. Arranged to the north behind the south-facing tower are three domes in a semi-circle pattern, the middle one having a tinted surface and the flanking two transparent. Obvious exits: Out Base Entrance Gym Dome Meeting Dome Recreation Dome They are still fishing bodies from the water. The searchlights illuminate New York Harbor in the distance; there is a winter chill in the air, and darkness has already fallen. Above, the moon shines brightly. Starlight gleams in the damply ragged hair of the slender woman on the beach. She has had time to dry a little, but she has not moved from her first few steps out of the sea. Rigidly, a black-clad shadow, she is looking at the anguished city. Jack Knight It's almost as if he didn't have a care in the world, the way Jack Knight's shoulders rest easily along his sides, cool as can be. The black leather of his coat sweeps gently over those shoulders, open in the front to reveal an equally black t-shirt which bears a perplexing insignia of a star. Jack Knight's jet black hair is greased back from his pale skin, and held against his forehead by a pair of authentic war goggles, the green lenses still shining brightly amidst the plastic. The man stands lazily, his lithe frame buried beneath the leather jacket and dusty jeans, torn slightly at the right knee. A sly grin crosses his face, as the golden staff glows quietly by his side. Overlooking the waterfront, a lone figure sits atop a stone wall, keeping an eye out for any boat that may come across the harbor to the island. For Jack Knight, this is a feeling he's unused to, worrying about the welfare of others. Right now, it's the question of his best friend's survival that plagues his mind, circling round and round like an old-style carousel. He figures that perhaps Sandy will be along anytime now, but there are no boats in sight, at least any coming to the island. It is several minutes before Dolphin tears her gaze away from the view of New York, and shifts where she stands, looking over the island. Her webbed hands creep up of their own accord to wrap around herself; Dolphin is never cold, but she shivers now. The intensity of her scrutiny is desperately hopeful... but no. There is no Sandy on the shore. By the waterfront, though, a familiar figure - a man she does know. Uncharacteristically, Dol hesitates. One step forward, then another, across the sand finally. It is nearly twenty feet away from Jack that she pauses again. He hears the approach of footsteps crunching in the night grass, the first frost of early evening coating the ground. Looking up, he sees a familiar silhouette, but not the silhouette he had hoped for. And truth to tell, it is a silhouette which makes the situation all the more disheartening, as he realizes that she is likely here looking for the same thing he is looking for. He leans forward, his palms holding his body precipitously over the edge of the stone wall, and says, "No need to hide yourself in the darkness. I got the goggles pulled down anyway. But if you've come here looking for answers, then you're gonna find that my pockets are entirely empty." At least he isn't screaming at her. That is what she expected, after all. She would be relieved, if it weren't for the horrendous gap his words still leave. Dol doesn't move from where she is now, arms still tightly wrapped around herself, but after a moment her voice comes, low and soft. "You... don't know, then?" A pause long enough for her to swallow. "Sandy...?" If a blessing-out were appropriate, Jack still would lack the energy to give it. Countless hours spent flying over the city, and still no sign, he's too tired to even close his eyes and sleep. He listens to Dolphin, the pleading words that she issues forth and responds, "No, I don't know anything. I saw him before this whole thing. I saw him during this whole thing. And even then, I ain't seen anything since the whole shebang drew to a close. But then again, you were all up in the middle things, what do you know?" Yeah.. she was kind of in the middle of things. You could say that. Dolphin lowers her head, and looks away again, back toward the city harbour. "I don't," she replies simply. There is a moment of silence, filled only by the slapping of the waves against the shore. Knowing Dolphin, that might be the extent of the reply.. but no, she continues. "He was... he wasn't there, at the last battle. He'd been ... elsewhere." It's really probably best that she doesn't go into detail there. "I don't...." She does stop. She will not voice her fears. "You best be thinking twice before you think that Sandy didn't pull through that, cuz he didn't keep his childlike complexion for so long just to roll over at the hands of a speedy kid and some gold jerk with an itchy trigger finger." Jack says, his voice bordering on the edge of scolding. He's tried, and he's not quite in control of what he's saying, so he's telling it like it is. Or like he hopes it can be. "So you just stop worrying about him, he ain't going nowhere for long." The starlight flickers in Dolphin's hair as she nods. A brief, forced smile flickers across her lips, then vanishes. She looks back at Jack, noting his exhaustion with silent sympathy; she does not look well-slept, herself. A webbed foot steps toward the water. "I.. don't think he'll want to talk to me. But if you could let me know when there is news. Please. I just .. " Uncharacteristic again, these pauses, this torrent of ill-chosen words. "I need to know." He pauses, hating the rush of emotion that floods over him all of a sudden. "Wait a minute will ya? Okay, I'm sorry for being such a prick, but you know how it is. Hell, we've talked before. I don't blame you for Sandy's....umm....condition. But you and I both understand that loss that we don't even wanna think of." He says, his voice bordering on nice. "Just come back and talk for a bit" Her own voice is barely a whisper as she stops, glancing back, a shadow of black save for platinum hair and the light on her skin. "You do know, then? What happened. I wasn't sure." Jack Knight shakes his head, sorry that he gave away that impression. "No, I wasn't involved in the final take-down....I was too busy off helping the innocents while the heavy weights pulled their end of the deal. In the confusion of being a hero, I may have lost my best friend." "You couldn't have helped him, Jack." In her own hopelessness, she can at least offer this. There is a certainty in her words. "He was dead." She barely breathes it. "It's only now that I don't know about. I was dead, too, but .... he has to be alive. He is the only one I still have hope for." Jack Knight rubbs his temples around the strap of his goggles, still trying to fathom all this dead/undead/suddenly alive stuff. Then he decides that its all too much to worry about. What matters now is if Sandy is alive. "Thank you...it'll mean a lot more when we find him." Dolphin nods once. "When we find him," she echoes, and turns her head to face the harbour lights again. "How much damage was done?" "Too much to even know right now. Public joes are making some estimates in the high-end figures, but even those are too sketchy to trust right now. It'll be weeks before we even know the full extent of stuff, and probably years before the city looks like it did. Not that it didn't look like shit in the first place," Jack says, thankful that Opal remained relatively untouched during this fiasco. Dolphin closes her eyes. Just standing there, bare feet in the frost. That tremor runs through her shoulders again, and she is silent for a very long moment. Salty wetness wells behind her lashes, and is unacknowledged; only a single tear makes its way down her cheek. Jack Knight says "Why don't you come inside....I think there's some folks here that might like to see ya," He says, motioning toward the tower. "Plus it's cold out here, and if Sandy's got any kinda head on his shoulders, he'll come home soon."" Her first instinct is to flee. It's there in the way she steps toward the water, in the way she half-shakes her head. After a drawn breath, she reconsiders. How many living things has she seen since her revival? A few plants. Fish, here and there. No one, nothing -- her first words spoken just now, to Jack. "Alright." Webbed fingers wipe quickly at her eyes. Jack Knight motions toward the door once more, waiting for Dolphin to step in before him. He can see her hesitation, and hopes that perhaps the site of friends can convince her to rest easily. "Go ahead, I'll be right before you," He says, looping a finger unederneath the strap and tugging his goggles back over his head. Upon entering the 'Tower' you find a hatch and stairwell, that will take you down to The Corridor ~T~ Titans Island. You take the short hallway that leads to The Hang-Out ~T~ Titans Island. The Hang-Out ~T~ Titans Island Open to the view of the sky outside, the sun or stars above will add to the light and atmosphere of this most unique of lounges. Follage of all kinds both native and alien natural beauty come together to fill this dome with life, as a living wilderness makes it's home here. The air is very fresh yet slightly humid and moist to help support and be supported by the plant life here, as even the occasional tree spreads out here or there, with a small brook winding through the soft fertile transplanted soil. Paths twists this way and that to lead around this large garden, all leading to the various entrances or exits here, as well as the raised central platform. In the middle of this miniture forest is a raised flat square area which is covered in an oriental style rug, with three large comfortable white sofa arranged around three of the four sides. Aside from the rectangular with a few magazines on it, there are also fours chairs spaced, facing the fourth side that the sofas do, where the entertainment center unit sits. The stereo is normally always active, playing some tune quietly. Contents: Jesse Quick Obvious exits: Main Shaft Outside Living Quaters Jack Knight has arrived. Donna Troy comes up from The Dormitory ~T~ Titans Island. Donna Troy has arrived. Jesse Quick is on the sofa toweling down her hair. There is a giant wet spot on the fabric of the sofa, and its perhaps fortunate that her costume isn't white. She sneezes. Jesse Quick Dressed for business, the woman before you is prepared to handle the situation calmly but quickly, as can be seen in each precise and punctual movement. Practical and functional, her costuming is optimized to not restrict her movements and yet while it is not as liberal as some, it does little to hide the hints of her natural appeal. A bodysuit of a scarlet smoothes over her slender physique, the crimson red flowing over each toned leg, up over her shapely torso to the cowl that frames her face. Golden yellow wraps about each wrist in double straps above the scarlet fingerless gloves on each hand, that brightness mimicied in the high yellow boots upon each foot. Resting just above her soft rounded cheeks is a transparent golden visor that do nothing to conceal the brightness within the passionate blue eyes beneath, a stylized lightning bolt earring on either side of that eyewear. A restrained mirth is apparent in her studied gaze that carries over to the playful smirk hidden in the corners of her lips, which are normally drawn in a serious line. Her long hair is worn back in a simple pony-tail, the wave of that sunshine spun trailing behind. Over her chest is a simple design, a upturned half circle with three winged extensions on either outer side of the crest, a straight line decending from the bottom center of that curve; The Quick Crest. Donna Troy The woman before you appears to be in her mid-twenties with a slender figure that is well toned from regular exercise and keeping in shape. She has long, ebony hair that flows over her shoulders in obsidian waves and frames an attractive oval countenance in silken strands. Her features are classical Grecian in appearance with high cheekbones that seem to proclaim a Mediterranean heritage. Her eyes are a shade of sapphire that make a striking contrast to her dark hair and fair complexion. She is wearing a full bodysuit that is made from nothing less than cloth that contains the very filament of the night sky itself and seems molded to her figure. If one looks carefully, it seems the stars move and shift even as the wearer of them does so. It is sleeveless to allow for easy and free movement though it comes up in a collar around her neck. At her throat is a silver charm of an eagle on a matching chain. Around her wrists are a pair of thick, metallic bracelets. At her waist is a cloth belt that is held by a small, round clasp. A pair of boots that are also silvery in sheen come up just below her knees as the material of the bodysuit seems to flow into them. Dolphin enters the room hesitantly. Like Jesse, she is still damp from the ocean, though her hair has nearly had time to dry. It's been recently cut, raggedly chopped to her shoulders; it flies around her face with a hint of unaccustomed wildness. Dol herself has an air as if she expects to be attacked at any moment. She is tense, drawn, pale. Her former shirt and cutoffs have been exchanged for a sleek black wetsuit. Jack Knight shrugs the leather coat from his shoulders, tossing it lazily over the back of an armchair and flopping into the chair behind it. His eyes float around the room, and for a moment, he almost feels at ease here, but not quite yet. "So, welcome back to the fold Dolphin." Dolphin takes in Jack's comment with the sort of non-reaction common to people who aren't sure exactly how to respond. She stares at him for a second, then looks over to Jesse. They haven't met before, but it isn't difficult to deduce what grouping of heroes the girl with the thunderbolt earring belongs to; Dol enquires, softly, "Is there any news of Impulse?" Jack Knight has disconnected. Jesse Quick peers out from under her hair and now damp towel. She smells like Hobs bay.. at Dolphin's question she simply pauses for a long moment and stares at the young woman. She then answers the question softly, "He died. We've given him a chance but.. we don't know if its worked yet or not.." Her hand goes to her neck and she rubs it for a long moment. Donna Troy enters from the direction of the living quarters. She seems to have her head buried in a briefcase of sorts as she sorts through some papers and seems to be looking for something in particular. Then she stops short of the dias, blinking once at the...soaked Jesse? And then nods as well to Dolphin, lowering the briefcase and then looks between the two women. "Hey there...." She smiles slightly and then looks to Dolphin. "How are you feeling?" Silly question? Probably. Jesse's words make Dolphin's eyes a little wetter than they should be; from the faint puffiness to her lids, it would not be the first time this evening. She watches Donna's approach with quiet trepidation, then relaxes almost imperceptibly across the shoulders as the woman's greeting is friendly. Dolphin only shakes her head at Donna, then replies to Jesse, "He will live again." Confidence, or only nice words.. hard to say. Jesse Quick watches for a moment and then nods her head, "I'm sure he will." She gives a tired smile, then gets a sad look again, "By the way I found some things of Kon's in the bay." Donna Troy looks over to Jesse again, zipping up her briefcase after Dol's nod. "Yes...." She says in confirmation to Jesse's words, adding her own confidence to the fact, though there is an uncertainty there as well that has little to do with the belief that he won't be back. "What did you find?" The dark-haired woman asks, obviously curious. Dolphin, never big on talking in the first place, is even quieter than usual at the moment. Little wonder that she is withdrawn, however, considering recent happenings. She, too, looks to Jesse for the response; one webbed hand clenches around the opposite elbow as she slides her arms around herself. Jesse Quick rubs the back of her neck, "A portion of his jacket.. the shield funny enough..." Her eyes glance back towards Donna and Dolphin, "The sword he'd been using.. " SHe doesn't comment on what she found on it, "And The usual little earring he wears.." The blond pushes back her wet hair. Donna Troy nods her head slowly and sighs softly. She looks off down the other end of the room for a moment. This is madness, and it doesn't seemed to have ended with the showdown at Martin's Island. Donna just sighs and shakes her head, hefting the briefcase again. "Someone should let Superman know...." And she doesn't relish the possibility of being the one to do it. Perhaps Dick.... Donna Troy nods her head a little and hmms softly. "Maybe..." They are on the JLA together. But then Donna bites her lower lip slightly and then looks at her watch. "I'm sorry, but I can't stay. I really have to get over to Soho and take care of a few things. But, I'll be back as soon as I can, maybe we can get this mess straightened out." Dolphin looks at both women, and takes a step back. "I should go," she says. Impulse, Superboy... two more names in the list she is assimilating. She walks toward the corridor, apparently not going to say anything else - at the last minute, though, she looks back at Donna. "If... if you hear anything, about Sandy..."