The Golden Boy eyes Jack warily, sitting kind of at the edge of the couch
he's on. "So - uh - who're you supposed to be, some kinda pirate?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I suppose my thoughts were kinda
lost in that mini-afro you call a haircut, sleepytime boy." Jack quips
back, scowling to himself as he tugs at the knot of his dew rag. "And for
your informatioin, this fine piece of cloth is as hip as it comes."

"...hip?" Oh god, Sandy looks so pathetically lost. "As in the bone?" He
pauses a beat, then shakes his head. "No, don't even...don't bother. What
year is this supposed to be, again? And really, I mean it, who are you?
Everyone seems to know someone who knows someone else, except that boy
that passed out when he saw the girl dressed like Wonder Woman."

A look of confusion spreads across Jack's face, and not for the first
time, he wonders just what the hell is going on here. Too many people
suddenly appearing, like the prize in a box of damn cracker jax or
something. And everyone expected him to play nice with everyone else, but
it's pretty damned hard when everyone is walking around looking like
damned ballerinas and circus midgets. And he thought his dad looked like a
dork. "Well, it should be 1967, but it doesn't seem like that
anymore...least I don't remember any metallic records..."

"...1967. No metal records? Come on, fess up, doesn't everyone have flying
cars in 1967?" asks Sandy skeptically, standing up and adjusting his
utility belt. Looks like it's a standard habit with him - as is taking his
gasgun out and checking the cartridges on it to make sure they're full.
Nervous habit. "Say, Ella and Nat aren't still singing, are they? Benny
still playing? Django?"

        Wide eyes of emerald green gaze out exuberantly in exploration of
the vast world, giving a hint as to her youthful, just barely absolescent
age with their large size and bright, sparkling color. Jennie-Lynn's
smooth, soft, unblemished skin would be almost enviable, if not for its
unusual light greenish hue, which makes her stand out like a flower in a
sea of wild grass. Her similarly jade hair is only slightly short of
shoulder length, which causes it to bounce freely about her head as she
walks. The corners of her small mouth seem to naturally turn slightly
upwards at the ends, giving her seemingly an eternal expression of a smile
on her face, whether or not her true feelings are that of joy. A little
short for her age, she stands at maybe around a little over four feet in
height, with a fairly thin frame that has yet to fully blossom into
puberty.
        At the moment, Jennie-Lynn wears a bright pink 'My Little Pony'
sweater, with the collar near the neck unceremoniously ripped off it as a
sort of fashion statement, under which she wears a loose white t-shirt. A
black skirt hugs her lower body, worn with a pair of matching pink
leggings that go down into pink socks, and topped off by a pair of pink
sneakers.

Dashing in through the doorway energetically, the young Jennie-Lynn skids
to a halt just past the entrance and pauses to take a hasty glance around.
She would've nearly run into someone . . . if someone were there to run
into. Fortunately, she happens across an empty pathway leading to the
central 'hangout' area, where Golden Boy and Cosmic Kid are having their
talking. This must be the place to be, she concludes with a nod of her
head in awknowledgement of her own thought. Suddenly dashing into a
spring, she heads straight for the large couch, except she's rushing at
the wrong side it seems. Placing her hands onto the back, she vaults
herself over the back of the couch, does a flip in the air, and lands in a
seated position on it with a slight bounce. Turning her head to the two
boys, she flashes a bright smile and waves her right, untatooed hand,
"Hi!"

"Ha! I wish! Now that's music...classic voices and not this stoner shit
that people are putting out nowadays. I mean, c'mon, if I wanted to get
high, I'd climb a tree or something." Jack says, smiling as finally
someone says something that makes sense. "So hey there, Charlie Brown, the
name's Jack Knight...that's Knight with a K, as in, forget the K and I'll
kick yer butt beneath the monkeybars."

"Classic," repeats Sandy, sighing slightly. "You really *are* from the
future...wait, Knight?" At the name, the kid does a beautiful doubletake.
"As in Ted Knight? Or as in Sandra Knight? Or am I out of my tree, here?
Are you --" Whatever it was Sandy would have said is lost to the ether as
Jennie-Lynn bounces in like some kind of nutcase. "AUGH! Alien! Invader!
MARS!!" He's scrambling away quicktime, now, keeping his eyes on Jen the
entire time.

Cosmic Kid piques an eyebrow, wondering what the heck the blond boy is
talking about. Hmm, maybe it's a blond thing. He doesn't know. "Yo,
kid....chill out man. Damn, doesn't anyone's mother monitor their sugar
intake? anyway, yeah...as in Ted Knight is my dad....Sandra is my
aunt...and if she could wear any less she could make a hell of a living as
a dancer..."

Blinking her large eyes in shock at the response, Jennie-Lynn makes a face
of slight disappointment and sighs softly. The smile returns quickly,
though, as she raises her left hand, revealing a star shaped tattoo upon
it, which starts to glow. In less than a second, suddenly her skin is
normal as can be and her hair is a dull brown color. The glow from the
tattoo fades, and she lowers her hand again, "It's ok, I'm a normal person
like you." She pauses and examines Golden Boy a moment, and then Cosmic
Kid, before announcing, "I got my dad's powers." She hears the name 'Ted
Knight', which causes her to bubble over with excitement suddenly. "Do you
know Alan Scott?" She inquires of Cosmic Kid, immediately leaping out of
her seat to be near him. She hops over the table in front of the couch and
plants herself there. Yes, you're not supposed to sit on the table, but
she's light. It can take the strain.

"No no...green...I mean...oh, jeepers," mumbles Sandy, winding down. Yeah,
he's a little jumpy. But getting flung into the far-fetched future'll do
that to you. At least he'll apologize right away - "Sorry, miss. I...that
was uncalled-for. You're Alan Scott's daughter? And you're Ted Knight's
son? But...neither of them are married..." So he's puzzled, too. Well,
it's just a thrill a minute here, so nothing else oughtta surprise the
Golden Boy. "How about you? You must've heard of the Sandman, right?"

Jennie-Lynn bobs her head up and down in a nod and replies excitedly, "I
know everyone in the Justice Society!" She pauses and gives the statement
some thought, before adding, "Well, not personally. I've never even met my
real dad before. But my parents tell me that he's gotta be the one. I can
do the same things he does." Lifting her left hand to demonstrate, she
forms a little green colored flower that hovers above her open palm before
gently grasping it. Extending her arm, she bends over to hand it to you,
"Here, take it. You can touch it, it's real." She offers you a comforting
smile, in an attempt to relieve your uneasiness.

The Golden Boy is actually fairly all right, for the moment - but he
appreciates the gesture immensely. Taking the flower, he grins. "You can
do this without a ring, huh? That's pretty darn keen. So, wait, when are
-you- from? You don't look like you're dressed anything like anyone else,
either..." He pauses, and actually blushes! "I'm sorry, I'm so
rude...what's your name? I'm Sandy."

Now that the atmosphere is relaxed, Jennie-Lynn releases her power and
changes her form back to its natural green colors. Giggling softly, she
shakes her head, "No, it's ok. My name is Jennie-Lynn. I'm from the
Eighties." Not that she expects you to associate that era with anything.
That'll be for you to discover on your own eventually. "And I get all my
powers from this." She holds up her hand again and points to the star
shaped tattoo, "It's my power pulse." As if on cue, the green star shape
glows briefly before fading again.

"Power pulse, huh?" Dew-rag kid - sorry, sorry, Jack Knight - must've gone
to get himself a cola or something. "So, does everyone in the 80s...well,
have powers and everything?" Sandy pauses again, then continues, voice
reverent, "I bet you have all kinds of space colonies and jet packs and
things...maybe even found that lost world under the surface of the earth
that everyone's always talking about. That blonde girl from before, she
was saying that the war was over for a long time. It must be wonderful not
to have any more war..." Again the Golden Boy pauses, but this time
there's a worried look on his face. He starts walking, looking at the
flower, turning it over and over in his hands - all right, not so much
walking as pacing. "You know...or know of...the members of the Justice
Society, but you didn't know who I was? Someone said something
about...oh...Robin said I disappeared? Have you even -heard- of me? The
Sandman's partner?"

Standing up from her seat, Jennie-Lynn giggles softly at all your
questions before she suddenly becomes serious at your last question.
"Well, yes I've heard of you. I know of you. But Robin's right. You
vanished without a trace, and no one really knows what happened to you. Or
at least, if they do they haven't told me." Holding her hands up, her
power pulse begins to glow once more as a floating map of modern New York
City, downtown Manhatten appears roughly the size of the table. Every once
in a while, a minature hero flies over the small city. "This is New York
City. We don't have any of that stuff, really. It's like your time, only
there are more people around and we have some new things here and there
like better televisions."

Sandy blinks at the Twin Towers. "And bigger buildings, apparently." He
looks disappointed. "Well, that's no fun...at least egg creams never
change. And you still have the Brooklyn Dodgers, right?" He doesn't really
sound like he expects an answer - in fact, he's gotten really quiet. Maybe
it's that 'disappearance' business. If you hear you died, that's one thing
- it's depressing, but hey. All of a sudden, the domino-masked kid blinks
again, and turns to Jennie-Lynn. "Wait, I think I've figured it out! Of
-course- I disappeared...I came here, didn't I? Oh, no - maybe that means
I can't get back..."

Jennie-Lynn carefully considers that for a moment and then bobs her head
in agreement, "Hey, that has to be it! Time is weird like that. Since
you're here, you must not be in the past anymore. I guess that means we're
all stuck here in the future since the past has already happened and
stuff. You can't change the past, you know." Pausing a moment to actually
think about what she just said, she falls backwards into the chair with a
half-dazed look on her face. "I guess we should find the people we know in
this time, right? I mean, since we can't go back and all. I bet they'll be
happy to see us after all these years." She quickly adds jokingly with a
giggle, "Or decades." It's right about then that it dawns on her. War? Oh,
he must mean Vietnam or something, she rationlizes. History has always
confused her.

"Sure you can change the past. As soon as I get home everything'll get
back to normal and I won't have disappeared, and maybe you go to school
with my kids, you know? But you just don't know it because I temporarily
messed up time by coming here," replies Sandy. He sounds awfully sure of
himself. Reaching over to where there's some kinda flower arrangement, the
boy from the nineteen-forties puts the green energy-construct flower in
water, like it'll do it any good, and straightens up, adjusting his shirt.
"But sure, we can go find people. I mean, if this is even further in the
future than your eighties or Jack's nineteen sixty seven, then I have no
idea who'd still be alive...but maybe there're more people who had kids
like your dad, right?"

Pondering the vast possibilities if temporal science, the young
Jennie-Lynn makes a slight face as if she's really trying hard to think.
Taking carefully into consideration her response, she holds up her hands
again and forms another helpful diagram. This time it's something much
more simple. A circle. "See, this is how I think it works. It's all
connected to each other and stuff, and if you do something over here,"
Suddenly a small arrow appears on one side of the circle, "It'll affect
the whole circle." As if to demonstrate, the arrow moves down and disrupts
the circle, causing little waves to ripple about the perimeter of the
circle as if it were made of a green watery substance. "And once you've
done it, that's it. It's done. You know? Cause otherwise we could keep
moving around changing things and it'd be bad. Like I could never go and
kill my dad before I was born because that would just cause a big mess."
As if to further emphasize her point, the circle shatters and falls to the
ground in tiny snowflake sized pieces before the green energy vanishes.
Her general logic seems somewhat sound, but her organization and
presentation skills leave a bit to be desired. She's barely a teenager,
after all. And her thought patterns are so erratic.

The Golden Boy stares hard at the circle, trying to make it fit with his
version of reality. "No no, wait, you forgot there were like
seventy-million other circles with similar people on them. Like, there's
the circle with the Justice Society in it, and then there's the circle
with whoever these people are in it, and I think there's a whole 'nother
circle with you in it, and I think maybe they're not supposed to touch but
they did, otherwise I'd be where I'm supposed to be and you be, um..." He
glances dubiously at Jennie-Lynn's shirt. "You'd be talking to magical
ponies, or whatever they are. In your eighties with taller buildings and
better televisions." Looking quite triumphant, Sandy crosses his arms.
"Meanwhile, I still do think you're right and we should go look for
people. That blonde girl also said something about the Justice Society so
I think I'm gonna ask her. You probably might want to telephone your house
or something like that."

Jesse Belle comes out of one of the halls. She's been walking around for a
while. Exploring. She's in New York. She got that. She's in a building
that is just weird. And it seems to have to do with the Titans. She still
doesn't get it. However.. some seem to have a connection to the JSA and
others don't. She slides her hands behind her back and walks. The blonde
pauses as she passes by a mirror. She's still in that school uniform.
SIGH. Need to find some clothes. But they're all too big. And she
accidently put her hand through the fridge. Man she's gonna catch it for
that. The girl makes her way further into this room.

Trying to envision this, suddenly Jennie-Lynn materializes her original
circle as you explain and then other circles near and around the original
as you start to get into the entire 'Infinite Worlds' theory, some
criss-crossing and others standing alone in all different sizes and
diameters in seemingly haphazard patterns until circles are appearing
faster than popcorn out of an airpopper. As your explaination stops,
suddenly they all vanish leaving only two circles that criss-cross each
other. "So you're from like this circle, and I'm from that one? But . . .
then how do I know who you are? Because you exist on my world too, and you
did vanish from my world. And now you're here." She nods to herself,
accepting her own conclusions in her mind. He must have vanished because
he was teleported here to this time period. "Um, yeah. I don't really know
where the JSA is. They're probably like all really old by now," she states
in response, with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Hey, maybe they'll
show them on television?" She inquires, pointing at the large, looming
entertainment center.

Looking askance at Jennie-Lynn, Sandy shakes his head. "Okay, you go ahead
and watch television. I'm gonna go find-- oh! Hey! I didn't catch your
name the other day, Miss," he suddenly addresses Jesse. Then he grins,
"And I was looking for you. You were talking about the JSA, and I was
wondering if you knew how I could get in contact with any of them..."

Jesse Belle smiles a touch, "Jesse." The blond pushes at a strand of hair
out of her eyes, "And yeah. I live with a member." She falls backwards to
settle lightly on the intact sofa and wraps her arms about her legs. Her
eyes grow thoughtful and worried, "He's probably worrying about me. I've
been gone a while."

Strolling over to the table, Jennie-Lynn lifts up the thing she identifies
as the remote and examines it with a quirk of an eyebrow. "Who designed
this, NASA?" She mutters to herself as she tries to figure the thing out,
no doubt inadvertantly reprogramming things in the process. Whoops. Ah
well, the owners of this place must be a smart bunch, they can fix her
errors later. BeepBeepBeep. Beep. Beeeeeeeep. Hmm, that didn't do it. This
strange fascination with the remote occupies the remainder of her time in
the Hangout.

"You're tellin' me. Jennie-Lynn over there says she's from the eighties,
and that this isn't the eighties, so we figure she's been missing for a
few years, and that that's why I've been missing for fifty or something."
Sandy's eyebrows are up, making a sort of weird effect 'cause it means his
domino mask looks bigger, and he shakes his head. "I've -got- to get back
- this being missing stuff is for the birds. I'm almost afraid to look Wes
up, because if time travel causes problems like this, if he's even still
alive he'd probably think I was a ghost or something."

Jesse Belle swings her legs a bit and she nods, "I guess we all need to
figure out what's going on..I should get to Philly. Wonder how much a
train ticket is.." She bites her bottom lip, "Uncle Wes...we know he
misses you. We don't see him to much." Jesse leans back against the sofa,
"Maybe cause yer like here its why you've been missing.. and if you go
back.. it wil like correct it."

Sandy nods, "That's what we were thinking. And we live right here in New
York - do you want to come with me, Jesse?" He pauses, looking down at his
clothes. "Though I should probably change into civilian clothes..." He
grins. "I'm going home."

Jesse Belle nods her head slowly, "Sure Sandy. I'll come along.." She
grins wearily.