They're on their way from Titans Island - a marvel in and of itself - to
the much larger island of Manhattan. Jesse and Sandy, that is. And you've
never seen a kid quite as completely and totally awed as Sandy is right
now. In fact, the look on his face is a little more than awe: it's a
mixture of amazement, disappointment, uneasiness, and a *little* bit of
fear. This is New York - but it's not his anymore. The streets are almost
speaking a different language. His voice is quiet and reverent, "Jesse -
are you tired at all, or can we tour a bit before we go uptown?"

Its been a while since she's been here. She was born in Queens afterall.
To her even it looks different and now she has to wonder if she's in the
right place and time. Maybe she's not as home as she thought she was.
Jesse blinks and flicks her gaze to Sandy, "Oh like sure.. we can look
about.."

Strange gusts of wind bring strange tidings. Blurs of red, yellow and blue
streak across the sky in mad spirals, casting mighty, blustery gusts down
on the streets below. "HoleyMoley!WhatHappenedtoNewYorkCity?!" comes a cry
echoing from above. Whirring down like a primary color dervish, the Boy of
Steel makes his descent towards street level, barely stopping before
crashing into a newspaper cart just ahead of Jesse and Sand. He looks
around, bewildered.

Sandy:
	Tallish, on his way to manhood but not nearly there yet, Sandy
Hawkins is the 'All-American Kid'. His touseled blond curls frame a sweet,
boyish face, with bright blue eyes and a slightly snubbed, lightly
freckled nose. The only thing that seems out of place on the
fifteen-year-old's features is his expression: it's one of distance. The
corner of his mouth is quirked up in a sort of half-afraid, half-bemused
way; his eyes betray a bewilderment that his words would never even have
you guess at.
	The kid's wearing a pair of new bluejeans, brand new hightop
sneakers, and a white button-down oxford shirt (collar open two buttons,
untucked, undershirt showing underneath). Over it all is a yellow jacket
with a red collar that has embroidered on the back, 'Young All-Stars'.

Jesse Belle:
        Standing here is a girl about 14 years old. She has what some
would call an all-American attractiveness. Lithely built, Jesse seems to
be still growing into her legs. Long hair, the color of bright sunshine,
falls to the middle of her back. Its not contained at all being that she
has it pulled into a pair of long pig tails. Her blue eyes are filled with
curiousity and passion, they are wide and bright. Her mouth is almost
perpetually set in a gamine grin.
        Jesse is dressed for school, wearing a simple blue plaid skirt
that falls to about her knees and a white blouse with a peter pan collar.
On her blouse's pocket there is a crest of St. Anne's. White knee-socks
and a pair of rather scuffed penny loafers finish the outfit.

Superboy:
        Standing at five feet and eight inches in height is a marvel of a
lad. He could be no older than sixteen and yet he is as a fine physical
specimen as many weight-lifters are at the peak of their careers. His deep
black hair is swept back without a stray hair save for a well-groomed
spitcurl that spills forward over his forehead. He's a clean cut boy,
wholesome and innocent. His vibrant blue eyes beam with wonder. His pert
nose and slight mouth exude wholesome charm.
        A short red cape calls back from the youngster's shoulders. His
frame is incredibly thin --- and perhaps even a bit lanky --- but it's
clear from his bulging muscles that this is a Boy of Steel. He is clad in
a form-fitting blue top which stretches over his muscular arms, leaving
his hands bare. A small upside down, red pentagon points downward, is
centered on his chest. The symbolic shield contains the letter 'S' cast in
radiant red atop a yellow background. A yellow belt with a round buckle
supports modest red trunks about his waist before skin-tight blue fabric
resumes, covering his trim thighs and calves before his red boots dip down
in a "V" over his shins.

Sandy steps in front of Jesse protectively, eyes narrowing. "Believe you
me, brother, that's a question I've asked myself a lot today. But would
you mind doing a little less plummetting into the streets and almost
hitting innocent newspaper carts, and maybe a little more explaining why
you're wearing Superman's costume? I've already run into one today, and he
didn't look normal either, but at least he wasn't some kid." He looks
every inch a Young All-Star, even out of costume.

Jesse Belle arches her eyebrows and hrms, "We saw Superman... ohmigosh! Do
you think maybe he got deaged and junk?" She's used to weird superhero
type stuff. Always possible. She tilts her head to peer around Sandy at
the boy in blue. The blond blinks a few times and mentally wows.

The Boy of Steel turns to Jesse and Sandy and raises an eyebrow.
"SuperMAN...? B-But if I'm just a few years in the future then how come
you can see me? I'm supposed to be transparent and invisible when I'm in
two places at once unless... Something must have happened to the future
me! But I didn't cross the time barrier." He raises a hand to his brow and
finally smiles. "Hello there!" Superboy descends down to street level and
walks over to greet Jesse and Sandy. "You must be from the Legion of
Super-Heroes. I don't believe I've met you two yet."

Sandy glancing at Jesse, Sandy raises his eyebrows. "Um," he says. Now,
he's used to lots and lots of action. The occasional charity banquet,
maybe, or long-running mystery, but this external internal monologue
thing? It's completely and utterly baffling. "Um," he repeats, then
continues, "is he nuts? You think? What the good gravy's he talkin'
about?" Then the kid addresses them, and Sandy blinks once more.
"I...honestly have no idea what you're talking about. No one's crossed any
time barriers, it's something else that's happened to us all. Who are you
and what's a Legion of Superheroes?" A beat. "What's a superhero?"

Jesse Belle just shakes her head and lets Sandy deal with it. She doesn't
get it at all... sides she just sort of wants to well watch um. Superman..
in like Miniature. A Superboy? Who'd ever hear of such a thing. He's like
sort of really well dreamy.

Jesse Belle just shakes her head and lets Sandy deal with it. She doesn't
get it at all... sides she just sort of wants to well watch um. Superman..
in like Miniature. A Superboy? Who'd ever hear of such a thing. He's like
sort of really well dreamy. She blinks back to Sandy, "He can't be crazy..
he's got the shield on.. and. he flies.. maybe he's from somewhere else
like you?"

The Boy of Steel raises an eyebrow at Sandy, retracting his handshake in
utter shock. "You know who Superman is but you don't know what a superhero
is? Golly, fella, you're not from around here..." Superboy looks around in
amazement again. "Then again, maybe I'm not either..." He smiles at last
and returns his offer of a handshake. "I'm Superboy. SuperMAN is who I'll
be when I've grown into an adult. Have you met me before?" The paradox is
evident and yet, it doesn't seem to phase the Boy of Tomorroe.

By the gods...this world is not so different from home...

Wonder Girl currently glides on the currents of air that circulate
throughout the city, taking in the sights, wondering what everything
means. Truth be told? She fled the tower after doing a bit of...exploring.
And some of the things she found were unsettling to say the least. But
still, this isn't her time. Isn't her era. And she is still not exactly
sure 'when' it is. Maybe Robin or Kid Flash will have figured that out.
And where are Speedy? Aqualad? She sighs and casts her gaze down below
to...hey, wait a minute. Isn't that the girl from the Tower and Golden
Boy? But who's that with them?

And so the curious girl varies her course to come to land behind the
group. Outside of her friends, the only other people she remotely knows in
this city.

Wonder Girl:
        The young girl seems to be somewhere in her early to mid teens and
exudes the youth and energy to match the flush of adolesence. Her long
dark hair is pulled from her face by a ponytail that still falls just
below her shoulders, the darkness of the tresses sharply contrast with the
smooth paleness of her skin tone. Her features are classically European
and hint at the threshold of womanhood. Sapphire eyes are alight with an
intelligence and wonder clear to their very depths.
        She is currently attired in a uniform that looks strikingly
familiar to anyone who has seen the famed heroine Wonder Woman. Her shirt
is a deep crimson and embroided in bright gold along the edges. The emblem
of a golden eagle with outstretched wings adorns the front of it. A pair
of shorter shorts are a dark blue with a sprinkling of stars across the
material. A pair of leather sandals are laced up her ankles and past her
calves in a criss-crossing pattern while around her wrists are a matching
pair of metal bracelets.  At her side is a golden lasso that appears to
have been spun from the very precious metal it so keenly resembles.

Sandy finally takes the hand, smiling back. "All right, fair enough. I'm
Sandy - Sandy the Golden Boy. And sure I know Superman, he's a mysteryman
in the Justice Society, where I come from. Same as my partner the
Sandman." A beat. "I haven't met you before, no." Then he steps aside and
politely indicates Jesse, "This is Jesse...um..." Looking at her, Sandy
blinks. "I'm sorry, you never told me anything else...I don't even know
whose kid you are."

Jesse Belle blinks a bit as she realizes she's now subject of
conversation. She blinks, "Jesse Chambers." She folds her arms behind her
back and grins trying not to get to idiotic. The blond rocks on her feet
and then leans over a bit to whisper to Sandy something about, "Liberty
Belle and Johnny Quick.." She just blinks at Superboy again. Wow. So
really cute. The girl quickly looks away and looks about for anything
again. Oh good.. its that Wonder Girl person. The one that looks just too
much like Wonder Woman. Darn. However she raises up her hand and waves.

The Boy of Steel blushes at Jesse's attention. "You're really sweet, Miss,
but --- I sort of have my girl waiting for me back home. Assuming I can
sort out just where "here" is in relation to home..." His sighs in
frustration. "This doesn't feel like one of those illusions that the
Phantom Zoners can cast using Jewel Kryptonite --- and I can't seem to get
a consistant story on when this is supposed to be. The natives seem so
confused --- and there's no sign of Krypto anywhere!" He turns his
attention to Sandy. "Look, fella, I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess
that you and the girl are caught in the same pickle that I am. Am I
getting warm?"

Wonder Girl doesn't intrude upon the group immediately, rather, she
stands, glancing and blinking just slightly. Who is that standing with
Jesse and Sandy? He wasn't at the Tower before...at least not that she
ever saw. She catches Jesse's wave and returns it tentatively, but her
sapphire eyes keep gravitating toward the darker haired boy. Wow, talk
about a dreamboat. But..why is he dressed like Superman? "Hey Jesse..."
She greets and finally moves closer to the group and nods,"Sandy." He
seems to be feeling a lot better if she judges by the fact he isn't
collapsed where he stands, and so she offers him a cheery smile. Then to
the stranger,"I'm sorry, but I don't think I've ever seen you before...."

Sandy is actually doing much better, yes. Once he's gotten used to the
whole idea - and stopped getting accused of things - and had a good, long
talk with Jennie-Lynn, he's really rather swank about the whole thing.
"Sure, we're in the same boat. Sort of. Except I'm from
nineteen-forty-three, so we're kind of not. Same general radar area,
though." He waves to Donna, and grins at Jesse. "Righto. So you'll punch
me if I make any 'ringing any bells' jokes, huh?"

Jesse Belle turns horribly fuschia so much so she doesn't even hear
Sandy's joke. Is he some sort of mind reader. She just takes a step back
and looks up at the sky wishing to just die. A freaking huge bolt of
deadly lightning strike her down and thus ends humiliation.

Wonder Girl blinks a moment at the boy's words to Jesse and just hope
there isn't a flush on her cheeks to mirror that of the poor blonde's. She
opens her mouth to say something, and instead covers by turning her
attention to Sandy, glancing around the area. "I don't suppose you've seen
Kid Flash or Robin? Actually, I'm pretty sure Robin might be back at the
Tower looking through some records, but I haven't seen Kid Flash since he
left earlier," she explains, her hands on her hips comfortably.

The Boy of Steel turns to face Wonder Girl with a broad grin and a salute.
"Hello, Miss. I'm Superboy. You might know me better as SuperMAN in this
time period if the crazy clues I've been putting together add up. But my
secret laboratory has gone missing and --- and --- I shouldn't be able to
materialize in this era unless something happened to the future me!" He
frowns. "I'll --- I'll get in touch with all of you soon. Right now,
assuming the laws of physics haven't changed on me, I need to break
through the time-barrier and consult with some experts on this: The Legion
of Super-Heroes. I can borrow their time bubble and take all of you home!"
He adds with a look of concern. "... I hope." He smiles and offers a
salute. "I'd better hurry before the time-line gets any more corrupted!"
And with that he's gone in a red, yellow and blue blur up into the sky,
followed by the distant cry of sonic booms!

A stranger in a strange land! A mysterious being from another world! An
alien that has no idea where she is, what she's doing here, and most
important - why it is she has no memory of even /getting/ here! (The alien
thing has been done before.) Still - the sky is so beautiful, not nearly
as gorgeous as her world, but it will do in a pinch. Here, people speak so
strangely, so oddly, they don't understand her, she doesn't understand
them - and they have such strange rituals. Everything is covered in
strange and wonderous technology, in some cases more advanced, at least
seeming, and in others, so limited.

Above the skyline, just over the skyscrapers, a streak of crimson flies
through the air. A line of fire that circles over the top of a building,
streaming down and around a slender form made up of golden skin, check,
not much clothing, check, dark auburn hair, check.. unusual appearance?
Check, check. Greetings mortals, any that check have just spotted a
Tamaran princess.

Sandy elbows Jesse. "Man, did you -see- that? I seriously think he's
actually crazy, as crazy as they get. What's he talking about with all
this time barrier hoodoo? Jesse?" He glances over at the girl, blinking.
"Um, hey, why's your face all red?" He looks at Donna haplessly.

"Superman?!" But this is said in the Boy of Steel's wake. She blinks. "Did
he just say he was Superman in the future?" Donna frowns as she considers
this little connundrum, shaking her head a little, half talking to
herself. "Blessed Athena, that can't be possible. Superman himself was
here. Surely both himself and his kid self would not have been
transported." After all, for all their time at the Tower, none of the
Titans have even run into whatever counterparts they must surely have
here. Somewhere. Maybe she should look for references to some...or even
Wonder Woman herself. Yes! She'll know what's going on.

Its at this point she glances to Jesse and then to Sandy...then to Jesse
again. Okay, maybe she's perhaps missed something and should go searching
for Kid Flash herself and make sure Robin is where he needs to be. But
unfortunately, Wally could be anywhere, and so she bides her time and
shrugs her shoulders to the golden age sidekick.

Jesse Belle plants her hands on her hips, "Shall we start calling you
crazy cause you are from.. one of those.. whatchamajiggies.. those
alternate realities.. how do we know he's not.. " She jumps back again as
he comments on her blush, "Nothing! Nothing at all!" The blond facepalms
and just looks away anywhere but here. She's not dead yet dammit. She just
stares up at the sky again. All in all she'd rather be in Philadelphia.

"Oh -- oh, right, sorry...no, I don't know where Kid Flash is. I haven't
seen anyone today but you two, Jennie-Lynn, and that Superboy kid. But
hey, if there's a Kid Flash, is there a Flash here too? It can't be Jay -
well, maybe it is. But he never had any sidekicks or anything," starts
Sandy, then confuses the hell out of himself and stops. "And no, you can't
call me crazy. I mean, you know pretty much everything I've talked about,
right? But I mean, this guy is all about Legions of Superheroes and time
bubbles and barriers and things, AND he talks to himself."

Jesse Belle taps the palm of her hand, "There is a Flash, Jay's retired.
Kid Flash is the current Flash's side kick." Something she can talk about,
"They aren't as cool. No nifty hat with which to thwok people on the head.
But Jay seems to think they're good people. So eh.." She shrugs. Of course
none of the Flashes are as cool as her Dad. Idly the girl retightens her
pigtails, "I don't think he's crazy." He's just a complete and utter
heartbreaker. "Okay so the talking to himself thing is a tad odd."

Wonder Girl turns her head slightly, her dark ponytail swishing behind her
as she does so. "Jennie-Lynn?" She turns the name over in her mind, but is
sure she has never heard it before. "And who is...Jennie-Lynn, was she at
the Tower?" And then she turns to Jesse and frowns slightly, feeling a bit
ruffled to hear Barry badmouthed and glad at least Kid Flash isn't there
to hear it. He really seemed to like the girl. "The Flash is one of the
most decent, wonderful people I have ever met. He's one of the absolute
best, and a member of the justice league...even without the hat," she adds
with the barest hint of a smirk. She shifts slightly and glances up toward
where the apparent 'Superboy' left off to and again wonders if Superman
knows about him running around, whoever it is.

Sandy reaches up and scratches his nose, leaning against a lamp post.
"Well, she's apparently the Green Lantern's daughter. She wasn't there at
the tower at the same time as everyone else, unless she was somewhere else
- the Tower's big - but she wandered in this morning. I think she's still
playing with the television." Unfortunately, he could care less about this
weird future Flash, even though his sidekick seemed pretty neat. "And Jay
isn't all that neat, Jesse. He's kind of a stiff."

Jesse Belle arches her eyebrow. Jeeeez what is it with people and the
Flash. You'd think there wasn't any other speedsters other than him. She
murmurs, "S'not like I know the current Flash personally. I'm just
commenting on the people I know. I'm sure he's a wonderful guy, anyone who
puts on colors to go and right wrongs has to be among the very best
humanity has to offer as a person." All Heros mean a lot to her. Just some
she just adores. "I need to find a phone."

Wonder Girl scratches her chin a bit. Admittedly, she isn't entirely up on
all her superhero trivia. Perhaps a by product of growing up on Paradise
Island, she had a rather isolated childhood, though she is certainly
learning more and more everyday. "I never knew Green Lantern had a
daughter...." She looks absolutely perplexed, her blue eyes widening. And
then she turns to Jesse, her attention coming back to the girl and she
smiles warmly, as if indicating she understands. "Understood. I didn't
mean to imply you were downplaying Flash. I think the stress of this
entire situation is one that is wearing." Then she glances up skyward, her
eyes narrowing as if she sees something, but then she shakes her head,
looking to Sandy and Jesse again. "If you like, I'm sure there's one free
at the Tower for you. I noticed phones in a few of the rooms. One that
even looks like maybe...I don't know...maybe Diana lives there or
something. But she looks younger, a little different than I recall...."
She shakes her head.

Sandy blinks. "You actually know the Princess? Glory*osky*! I thought you
were just dressin' up like her for fun, I dunno...she's not in the Justice
League, though, she's in the Justice Society. And yeah, I didn't know he
had a daughter either, not until I met her." He shakes his head, then
looks over at a local hot dog stand. Then doubletakes at the prices, and
decides he's not that hungry after all. "Listen - you two can go back to
the tower. I'm gonna go look around the city, then go see Wes, all right?"

The blond girl grins at Wonder Girl, thinking that maybe she's not so bad
afterall. Stress. She gets it. "I hope so. I got lost looking for one
earlier." Jesse glances at Sandy, "Y'gonna be alright with seeing him
right?" She rocks on her heels a bit, "Do you want any of us to come with
you?"

Wonder Girl smiles and nods to Sandy. "Of course. I've known Diana all of
my life," she grins. Ever since Wonder Woman saved her from the fire when
she was only an infant...at least, that's how she remembers it. "Her
mother, Queen Hippolyta, raised me on Paradise Island. She's...well," she
pauses a moment. "Diana has always been like a sister to me." But then she
pauses, her brow furrowing a bit. "The...Justice Society? I don't remember
Diana mentioning anything about that. Only the Justice League," she says,
wondering if that was perhaps a few years back, so maybe she wouldn't know
it. Her eyes glance to Jesse and mirrors the girl's concern. "So he is
here, too? Wow. Maybe Jesse is right. Are you sure we shouldn't come with
you? Maybe we should all keep track of each other...just in case.
Especially 'til we know what's going on, and -- " She looks down at
herself. "I think I might need to get some less conspicuous clothes for
back up."

"Queen...Hippywhat? Okay," says Sandy dubiously, then shakes his head.
"No, don't worry about it...I think I should go alone. Or maybe I should
go with...I don't know, maybe your parents, Jesse. Or Jen's. Wes might
need to see some people he knows really well, so he doesn't think he's
having another dre- I mean, so he doesn't think he's seeing ghosts."

Jesse Belle whispers, "My.. parents don't really talk anymore Sandy. I
seldom see mom anymore as it is. I wouldn't want you to go there with that
sort of vibe. " Idly the girl kicks at a nearby bench and instead of just
hurting her foot a little, she ends up knocking it into a small pile,
"Oops."

"Queen Hipp-ol-yta," Wonder Girl repeats more slowly, assuming perhaps she
put more of her natural Greek accent into the name than she intended. If
she catches the dubiousness of Sandy's tone, she doesn't seem very
concerned by it at all. "Hmm. Sure...I bet Green Latern would be someone
good. I'm sure Flash would know where to find him, they're really good
friends after all," and if he's there, well, surely Barry could locate
him. And as Jesse whispers, she doesn't really catch most of what the girl
is saying to Sanderson, but looks at the pair before her.

"Oh, I'm...geez, I'm sorry, Jesse, I had no idea," flounders the Golden
Boy, not knowing quite how to deal with this. "If it's any help, Wes and
Dian haven't even gotten married yet, and I don't think they'll ever adopt
me..." Oh, god, that was kind of miserable. Stupid, stupid boy. Finally he
just gives up on it and focuses on the easier problem. "All right, Green
Lantern or Jay...or maybe Starman. He's pretty neat."

Jesse Belle wonders if Golden Boy even knows what a divorce is. He's from
that time where they just all stayed together. She bobs her head, "S'okay
Sandy. Why would you know.." She sighs, "Jay would be good probably. he's
stiff but he'd understand what's going from you."

Wonder Girl looks between the blonde again, listening and understanding to
an extent. But she never had a father. Never had two parents together as
it were. Queen Hippolyta was her mother, her mentor, and everything in
between while Diana was away. She never really missed not having that
aspect, but she thinks she can understand the sentiment perhaps to an
extent. So, she just leaves that subject alone as she seems woefully
inadequate to speak on it. And instead addresses the other issue brought
forth. "Well, if you do need us...for anything Sandy...just let us know."

Sandy nods, stuffing his hands back in his jacket pockets. "I sure will -
and if you find out how to fix this all - you know, suddenly - and I'm not
back at the Tower yet, then just give Wes a call. If no one knows his
number, just ask the operator." So helpful. You don't ask the operator to
connect you anymore, silly boy. He claps Jesse on the shoulder, giving her
a sort of half-grin. "Keep your chin up, kiddo; you're way too nifty to be
sad." Waving to Donna, too, then, he heads off northwards.