The Habitat: Main Central Dome

        Large and circular in shape, the center dome is the largest,
having no inner walls to seperate it into various rooms. Instead, the
structure is a single vast chamber with a high, curved ceiling. Clear
windows line the walls high above, midway between the highest point and
the floor, allowing light to filter in during the day, or dim moonlight at
night. At set intervals along the outer perimeter lie carefully crafted
statues made of stone, placed within small outcoves and dimly lit by a
single light that is embedded above it. Each statue is a tediously hand
crafted piece of artwork done in stone, representing one hero, which all
face the center of the room. On the floor in the center is a large symbol,
with 'The Seven' written across it. Three tubes lead off into various
other domes, which are all empty, dark, and abandoned.

"You do realize.." Comes a distant voice, quiet, almost soft spoken in
design, as it wifts down towards the ground and the single female figure
she's addressing. "At this point in the timeline, Diana was missing, and I
had not fully decided whether or not to even return to .." Her hand waves
slightly to one side, as brilliant crimson boots finally begin to descend
from where they had hung in mid-air, floating above the ground. As the
dark, blood red boots lower downward, the form and figure wearing them can
be seen, landing gracefully down, to cast a single, piercing glance
towards the blonde next to her. "All of this." A dry smile makes its way
across her features, dark, pitch black short waves spill haphazardly about
her face, as her eyes continue past Cissie, to stare at the surroundings.
"So soon after the troubles, so much more pain that she will go through,
or perhaps has already gone through, I wish I could warn myself." Again,
the dry grin makes itself known, light blue gems finally focusing back on
Ciss, as Cassie's hands fall down, resting on the curve of her waist,
index finger lightly resting on the golden lasso that gleams against her
hip.

Wonder Woman:
        A crest of midnight flutters ringlets around her face, casting the
occasional silvered shadow against her alabaster skin. The back is kept
short, a soft array of black curls, which sweep down and over her ears,
ending just above the curve of her chin. The front frames her slender
face, having only a thin layering of bangs to rest above her brows. She is
a figure of contrasts. Her eyes, a soft azure, are surprisingly soft,
knowledge adding to the bright sheen and the embers of interest resting
there. Flashing with sapphire lights, they dominate her face, with long
dark eyelashes, and perfectly sculptured eyebrows. Though her identity is
carefully hidden behind a mask of gold. Starting at the back of her head,
the half-cowl rises upwards, outlining her high cheek bones, to wrap about
her upper face, leaving only the twin eyes of blue to shine through. She
has a small, elliptical face, with lips of ruby red, to mark contrast to
the translucence of her complexion. Her body is sinuous, S-curves and
perfect perspective, intensified by whatever clothing she wears. She moves
with an athletic grace, a smooth motion to her actions, carrying herself
with an air of dignity, and style.
        From the tip of her short, raven curls, which bound around her
chin, Wonder Woman holds herself with a noble air, as dignified as the
uniform that she so boldly wears. Her shoulders are bare, showing off the
muscular expanse of her chest and arms. Her wrists are encased in a pair
of silver bracers, which rise up along her arms, ending just below her
elbow. The outfit that molds to her every curve, starts at her bustline,
shaped into a sleek golden 'W', that moves upwards, covering her ample
chest, before sliding down, hugging close to her waist in a dark, blood
red shade, covering both her sides and back. Her hips are coated with
fifty, small white stars, having a background of dark, royal blue. A wide
gold belt fits perfectly about her miniature waist, the band wraps once
about her frame, holding the infamous gold lasso, which loops about the
belt, coming down to rest at her mid-thigh. Her long, muscular legs end in
a pair of knee-high red boots, rising to a point just above her knee,
coloured in the dark red hues of the uniform's top. The outfit is finished
off by a golden tiara that rests ontop of her head, having a white star
set into the middle.

A soft smile lights the Emerald Archer's expression, one that has not
found it's way there in perhaps too long a time. Glancing about the room
at the statues, she nods her head very slightly before slowly approaching
the statue of Green Lantern Kyle Rayner, with careful steps as if it would
notice her coming if she went too fast. "Sometimes in life we're given
obstacles to face and it's up to us to see if we can overcome them and
keep going. I remember seeing how painful it was for you. And I wished I
could've done something. I wanted to do something . . . but I guess I knew
it had to be something you had to face on your own. I had to do the same
thing when I thought . . . " She pauses and brings her hand up to her neck
and grasps the jade rose pendant hanging there, ". . . when I thought
Ollie was dead." She bows her head a moment and lets her voice fall into
silence for only a few seconds, and then she quickly spins around with the
smile back on her face, "You know, I always thought he should've had a
statue in here. But then, we would've been TME." She lets her smile turn
into a grin.

"We can't change the future," comes the deep baritone of Superman as he
steps in through the door leading to the outside world, addressing Cassie,
of course. "Or the past." Looking first to the forms of the Green Arrow
and Wonder Woman, the smallest of smiles comes to his lips before he turns
away again, blue eyes fixing upon the statue of Kal-El. As he does, those
same eyes seem to cloud over for a moment at some memory before he blinks
and forces his gaze away and back to those two figures once more. "Good
evening, ladies." This time, the grin on his face is a little more
pronounced as he looks down at Cissie, and folds his arms across his
chest, cape billowing around him, protectively. "It is good to see you
again, Arrow. It's been a while." The park the other night wasn't really a
good place to look back on old times, so that doesn't really count. "The
Flash should be here, soon..." Ironic that he would be the last one here
out of anyone.

"I'm not sure a warning would do any good," comes a blessedly familiar
voice from far below Wonder Woman. It's Bart, quite decidedly in costume,
carrying a black and blue bundle of fabric. "Somehow, time always manages
to keep itself in the formation it's meant to be, no matter what Hal
Jordan thinks. And if you warned yourself, I wouldn't have a chance to
talk to you..." Pulling his mask back to reveal his bespectacled face, the
Flash grins, finally. "Hello, Cass. Cissie, Kon. Did we -ever- have seven
members? Somehow I don't remember - always thought it was five...or nine,
maybe..."

Looking at the bundle in his hands, Bart seems pensive for a moment, then
looks up again. "And have any of you seen Tim?"

The Batman statue speaks. "Does anyone ever see Tim anymore?." it says in
a voice that makes everyone jumo. Then it becomes appararent that Tim
Drake was standing behind it, and the one speaking. He steps out of the
shadows as if it were still something he did everyday, and walks over to
stand slightly behind and to the right of Green Arrow. There's almost a
conbversation going on between them via body language, as usual.

With her hands still planted on the curve of her hips, Cassie's gaze sets
and remains upon Cissie, both listening to her friend, as well as simply
watching her actions. The now /Amazon/, simply nods her head once, before
anything she might have said to Cissie is lost by both Kon, Bart, and
finally, Tim. Her left hand, which had been resting against her waist,
rises upwards, running through the thick mesh of short black curls. "As
far as I remember, seven was never quite achieved." Her steps draw away
from Cissie, to move over towards Bart, head tilting to one side. "Any
news on what is happening? And what we can do to fix it?"

Glancing in succession at Kon-El, Bart, and then Tim, Cissie silently
wonders what her old friend was about to say. Perhaps they will have
another opportunity to finish this conversation. But, of course, she's
right. We should be worrying about how to set things right. She shakes her
head slowly in response, "I don't know very much about temporal mechanics.
But I suppose we should first figure out how we got here to begin with.
Maybe once we know that, we'll be able to reverse it?" Unable to focus on
anything at the moment, it's the best she can offer. Being here, in this
time, in this /place/ . . . it brings back too much. Her focus now is not
on the present, or future as it were, but on the past. (Or present as the
case may be.) She's never been one to dwell on the past before, but maybe
that's because her own childhood was something she wanted to forget more
than anything. But now that she has grown, her past has filled with more
than just memories of her mother. It's just that in 15 years, this is the
first chance she's had to be able to stop and consider it.

Blue eyes flick toward Tim as he speaks, that small, but pronounced grin
staying on his face. "Hello, Tim. We were hoping to see you." Still
staying apart from the others, Superman returns his gaze to Wonder Woman
and shakes his head. "Not yet. I have been unable to fully access
everything in the Fortress. Not everything there is the same as I remember
it to be, and certain things have changed from our time. I have not been
able to find any members of the JLA of this time, and..." He pauses,
looking over at Bart once more for a second before going back to Wonder
Woman. "Kal-El was changed as well. He is no longer Superman, but a
younger version of himself, so the other members of the League may have
been altered as well. We will need to look into this further. Perhaps Orin
and Batman were not affected. Kal-El appeared in New York with the rest of
us, so perhaps we can assume it was confined to this city, and thus those
two escaped the effects."

"Unfortunately, I've got pretty solid evidence it wasn't limited to the
city," adds Bart, biting his lip. "Wally - Kid Flash - didn't see Dick
anywhere, so he went to Gotham almost as soon as we all arrived, and
'collected' him. They hadn't seen anyone else there, so...I'm not sure. No
offense, Tim, but your former mentor still gives me the creeps. I haven't
checked Gotham yet." He holds up the blue and black bundle, looking
slightly apologetic, then tosses it in the former Boy Wonder's direction.
"We had an idea that you might want this, though. Kon and I, I mean. Less
heart attacks if there's a little warning first, right?" Bart looks to Kon
to give the better explanation, then ohs, pausing, and holds a hand up.
"Hold on a second. What you said about how we got here, Arrow...do any of
you remember doing any time travelling, ever? Before this, that is. If we
haven't been able to find our counterparts here, they probably -aren't-
here. I did so much time travelling anyway that I honestly can't pick one
instance out of all the others." Almost as though his thoughts were
interrupting each other, like they used to all the time, Bart ohs again,
"And the five of us here is good, but has anyone gone looking for
Nightsurf or Suzie? Am I missing anyone?"

Tim Drake catches the bundle. Looking at Superman he says "Bart's right,
it has nothing to do with New York. I was sitting at my desk at work in
Seattle when it happened, and wound up freaking out some guy who worked
there for a completely different company when I popped in 'his' office.
Batman's not affected, I can still access the cave systems, and I checked.
It seems to be limited to the Titans and us. What was everyone else doing
when it happened?" As he talks, Tim opens the bundle, revealing a
Nightwing costume. The Batface immediately crawls across his features, and
seeing it on a 30-year old Tim is creepier than it used to be when he was
17. Especially since there's no mask to hide the anger in his eyes. He
looks at Bart. "No."

"The anomyly has not just focused upon us, then." Her tone turns almost
incredulous, as the tall amazon shifts her stance, arms finding themselves
folding over her chest, gaze lingering between all present, musing to
herself - after all, not only have the present group been brought back in
time, but others have been 'altered', what was young is old, what is old,
is young. "You do not have a list yet, on who all it has targeted, or been
effected then? Has it targeted just the JLA, current, and future?" As
though shifting topics, coming from past, to present, to future, Cassie
muses aloud. "Are the current JLA members still residing on the
watchtower? Anyone?" The question is brought out, as a long stride
continues Cassie past Bart, to move towards the tube that leads out, gaze
lingering over it, arms unlinking with a quick motion, to fall down at her
side. A rush of air escapes, listening to everyone present, answering the
question asked of her, with a quiet, "I can not remember ever traveling
through time, whether going into the past, or future. Though after the
recent fiasco with Circe.. or I guess, future now, hmm?" A dry smile
spreads itself across - before fading just as fast. "My memories are still
a bit hazy. As far as myself, I had just finished sending Circe off to her
final resting place, /again/." (Damn #@$#@ wont stay dead, good, true,
villainous never due, y'know.)

As her thoughts are interupted, the Green Arrow turns her gaze to rest
upon Bart as he inquires as to the time traveling experiences. Placing her
hand on her chin, she carefully considers the Flash's request. She does
recall one rather unforgetable instance where she went to her own future
and had to fight her future villains. It seemed so real, but . . . now
that she thinks about it, it was a strangely accurate portrayal of her own
future. Could it be? "I . . . do remember around now I had this dream
where I was sent to my own future. I figured out I was Green Arrow living
in Seattle, but there was a slight problem. No me. So my sixteen year old
self had to fight off one of my villains. Well, lucky me I found this."
She points to the HUD display and communications device covering her left
eye, "My spare. I discovered a little too late that Tim, then Robin, had
found the matching gear that let him communicate with me." She pauses and
turns to glance at the furious Tim and the Nightwing costume, "But I
thought that was all a dream. In fact, I never told anyone about it. It
seemed too crazy to be real." Placing her hands on her hips, she smirks
slightly at his reaction to the costume. She herself has known nothing but
this life since she was a child, to give it up as Tim did would be like
telling an artist to stop producing his art. So she's never quite
understood his feelings regarding his own past. He's never been the most
open of people. But then, all of the people in the Bat-Family seem to
share that wonderful trait.

"It was my idea, Tim," Kon is quick to speak up, stepping up to defend his
friend, just as he has many times in the past. Just as Bart has done for
him as well. "You know what Batman is like. He'll want to keep this as
quiet as possible. To make sure that no one knows anything is going on.
Dick has reclaimed Robin. The role of Nightwing is needed. To keep it a
secret. You do not have to take it, we'll not force you, of course. You're
a grown man." A small smile comes to his lips, a friendly, playful one.
"I'm not the boss of you. But think about it, Tim. We could use your help
in this." Turning back, to face the others, he looks to Cassie again. "I
do not know," he tells her, a blanketing answer to all of her questions.

The Flash points to Cissie, "That sounds exactly what I'm looking for.
Assume it's real, and try to remember what you were doing in the 'dream'
right before the dream started. What was going on? Where were you and who
were you with?" At Wonder Woman's words, he winces. "Sorry I didn't help
you, Cass. I only found out about it after the battle - you can't remember
any of this? We don't have any sort of list yet, but if Kal was affected
by this, it can't just be the former members of the Titans and..." He
can't help grinning, "Tomorrow's Magnificent Seven." Crossing his arms
over his stomach, Bart finally looks at Tim, directly in the eyes. Well,
through a pair of glasses, directly in the eyes. He leans against the
table until Kon's finished speaking, then inclines his head. "And if
you're gonna be contacting Bruce - especially with Dick, because he
deserves to know about that, too - going with a little psychological
padding might be wise."

Tim opens his mouth to answer Kon and Bart but does a double-take at
Cissie, the anger replaced by surprise. "You had that dream? So did I.
Imagine how crazy I thought it was. I almost forgot about it until the day
you told me you were moving to Seattle. Then I remembered. That's why
I..." Looking around the room, the former vigilante's face loses the
hardness that makes him look more like Bruce than Dick. Well, some of it.
"We'll talk later." He folds up the costume and puts it under his arm.
Looking at Bart and Kon-El he says "I didn't mean to fly off the handle. I
understand what you are trying to do. But Dick worked damn hard to get
away from being Robin - to create his own identity. I can't step into his
shoes anymore than either one of us could step into Batman's. I have to
tell Batman what happened to me and Dick my own way. You know how I feel
the Gotham legend." He looks back at Cissie. "And if you don't, I should
have told you sooner. My bad."

Her brows arch upwards, as the future Wonder Woman's gaze lances towards
Bart, offering him a slightly private smile. Her voice draws into a
teasing quality, expression still set into the grin, voice low and soft,
meant to carry just enough for him to hear. "Oh, dealing with treaturous
villains that hate you, simply because of the name you bare, simply comes
with the territory of carrying on a mantle that has been passed to me,
through generations of amazons - not that you'd know anything about that,
or anything."The tone at the end holds the most sarcasm, as her nose
wrinkles slightly. "The amazon part, naturally." She finishes, the side of
her mouth twisting into the half-grin. Turning around fully afterwards,
her shoulders rest up against the wall, arms finding themselves crossing
again over her chest, as her gaze lingers once more upon those present,
listening to Cissie's tale, as well as the conclusions and dicussions
present. Try as she might, she can't quite remember ever traveling through
time, as far as she remembers - during this poing she had quietly left the
group, and had even dropped out of the Holliday school, going to a public
school near her mom's work. Tuning half-way in, the raven haired newly
elected 'princess' of Themyscria does her best to focus on any 'out of the
ordinary' dreams she might have had at what age..? Fifteen? Sixteen? With
a sudden spin on her heels, the amazon turns around, heading towards the
exit, a quiet. "I'll be back in a few hours." Before she takes to the air,
flying out the exit.

Tim Drake:
        Timothy Drake is a strikingly handsome man whose age is hard to
determine, as he looks younger than his 'early thirtes' age. His hair
shows no sign of gray, being a lustrous blue-black parted on the right in
a wave that drops two spitcurls on his forehead. His eyes are a piercing
but not pale blue in which is reflected a struggle between cheeriness and
brooding. They are set in a face of fair complexion with a strong nose and
jaw, that lights up with boyish enthusiasm when he smiles.
        Tim stands around five foot ten, and he's in very good physical
shape. His shoulders are broad and his frame is toned and althetic. He
looks to weigh around 150, and although he doesn't have a ripped physique
it's obvious he works out. He could easily be a baseball player, or some
other athlete that relies on both strength and agility.
        Timothy is dressed in a grey ribbed turtleneck and white jeans.
His feet are covered with dark brown Timberland boots, and over his torso
is a matching dark brown suede jacket.

Superman:
        Before you is a young man in his mid-thirties, tall at about six
feet and a bit, maybe an inch taller and in excellent shape. His legs and
upper body are very well defined muscularly making it apparent that he
works out a lot. His dark black hair is left rather long on top and falls
over in waves, and a spitcurl, which look to be placed there naturally
with no effort needed on his part to keep it there. Along the sides it is
shaved shorter until it eventually is shaved completely off. In his left
ear is a small, gold, hoop earring, an odd feature countering his chiseled
features.
        On his feet is a pair of black boots with three broad yellow bands
around the thigh. The rest of his body is covered by a tight superhero
costume. Starting where his boots left off and rising to his waist in is a
deep red and about his waist are two black belts which hang there loosely
and another, this one yellow, is strapped around his right thigh. His
hands are covered in gloves of matching colour, the upper part flipped
down once just above the wrist.
        Rising up from his waist, the suit becomes blue up to his
shoulders where it again changes to black and stays this darker colour
down his arms and to his hands. A red and yellow S-shield is his chest,
marking him as a part of the Superfamily, and on the red, flowing cape
behind him is another of the famous sigils.

Green Arrow:
        Shaded in a pallette of intense and deep blue hues, the gaze of
this woman's eyes is unmistakable, mirroring an old and familiar sense of
determination and strong willed stubbornness. Despite this fierce emotion,
however, time has yet to take it's full toll on her. Soft and unblemished,
her skin is still smooth and youthful, though she looks more to be in her
late twenties. The delicate lines of her expressive face are framed by the
golden waves of her blond hair, which fall loosely about her shoulders,
reaching down to nearly her mid-back in length. Her figure is thin and
tall, with an athletic build from constant physical training and exertion.
        Adorning her form is her own adaptation on a familiar uniform. A
single piece of green colored leather armor covers her chest, split down
the middle with brown leather stitching criss-crossing down it to hold the
two halves together. The shoulders are artificially wider than her own
natural ones, with no sleeves. Instead it is worn over a green long
sleeved shirt than can only be seen down the center of the armor beneath
the stitching, as well as on her arms. On her legs, she wears a pair of
green tights, tucked into a pair of long, red boots that go up to just
above her knees that match the red leather gloves worn on her hands. A
dusty brown cloak covers the entire ensemble, usually seen with it's hood
down, from which hang a green quivers of arrows and a green longbow, no
doubt the weapons of this unmistakable archer. An emerald hued mask
partially covers her face around her eyes, in order to hide her identity,
with one unique additional touch no archer has had thus far: A square
eyepiece in front of her left eye about as thick as a credit card and one
inch high by two inches wide in size that extends back around her left
ear. It seems to act as some manner of HUD communications device.

The Flash:
	The costume is a little different - a mix of new and old - but the
icon is the same. It's the Flash, in the flesh. Tall, lean, and muscular,
this world-famous runner's body is compact and efficient, but also somehow
either imposing or reassuring, depending which side of the law you're on.
His suit, as mentioned before, is classic Flash with a couple of modern
amenities: it's red, naturally, and has Barry's solid jagged belt around
the middle and wings on the sides of the boots, but the metal wingtips on
the sides of his cowl contain tiny radio recievers, and the cowl's eyes
are an opaque white which hide ever-useful starlite lenses.

Considering carefully, Cissie responds as-a-matter-of-factly, "Well, I
remember that huge battle in the middle of Titans HQ when we went there to
restore Kon-El's memory. I almost got fried by a blast, when Kon pushed me
out of the way and I hit my head. When I woke up, I was in Seattle. I
figured it was all some weird dream I had while I was unconscious." She
pauses and then glances at Tim, "Wait, you remember that too?" As the
pieces all begin to fall into place, she blinks in shock and just stares
at the wall, "You mean that was /real/?" Covering her mouth with her hand,
she turns her gaze back to Tim, "You were driving me /nuts/ with your back
seat coaching." Her mouth curls up slightly into a smile as she says that,
despite the fact that it's true. Had she known it was real at the time,
she would've strangled Boy Wonder the first chance she got.

"Huge battle...oh, sprock," exclaims Bart, resoundingly facepalming. "We
were...I remember which one it was, now. At Titans' Tower, and Kon wasn't
back to being Kon yet, quite, but almost, I think, and we were fighting
those giant robots from the future that were looking for John Fox, but
John Fox was...was...he died saving Keystone from, um, me...but they
didn't think that was the truth, so the Titans and TMS, or at least the
ones that were there, we were all fighting these time travelling robots,
and Wally had John's time gauntlet, and I remember he was gonna fire it at
'em, and I was busy taking them apart, and then *bam* there I was with
my..." The Flash trails off. He looks up and finishes, eyes wide. "There I
was with my dad, all of a sudden. I thought -that- was a dream. I didn't
think...I didn't think I was time travelling, that time. That's the one.
Bloody nass. All right - we've got our event. Fixing it...I think fixing
it is gonna be harder." Pushing himself away from the table, Bart takes
his glasses off and polishes them for a split second, then puts them back
on. "And - sorry, Tim, it was only a suggestion. But you're going to have
to talk to Bruce soon, because we have to fix this before the young Titans
learn anything else about their futures. I'll look into the Cosmic
Treadmill - I'm sure it's still around, at this point. It didn't break
until 2010."