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.

Impulse leans his head in the door and bellows, "SUUUUUUUUUUPERBOY! Hey!!
Let's go TP Titans' Tower! C'mon!" A beat. "Where aaaaaaaaare you?"

There is a soft knocking on your head. "Right above you, Imp." Hanging
there, upside down, from nothing at all is the Kid of Steel, a huge grin
on his face. After a slight push off the wall, he roles in the air and
lands on his feet. "I've been saving up for this... Let's go get my
stash!"

"AAAUGH!" is Bart's first response, complete with comical expression of
surprise. WHen he's done hyperventilating, he whews, and *nods*! "Rock!
I...where'd you leave it? I can get it! Hey, let's pick up Cassie on the
way, she really loves this stuff."

"It's in the base..... Oh..." The enthusiam in Superboy's voice fades as
he simply nods. "Um.. Sure Bart.. If you want.. I'll get the stuff, you
get the girl." Maybe he'll get lucky and get lost down there or
something...

Impulse holds the sides of the door and leans in, arms back; eyebrows
raised. "Hey - no, listen. It'll be okay. It'll be a bonding experience.
And besides, she can fly, she'll be better at it than I am." Watching his
friend for a moment, for any signs of a return to cheerfulness, the kid
notes offhand, "Besides, it's not like we're bringing Secret..."

Superboy nods as he boards the lift and presses a button to take him down.
"I'll meet you there," he mutters as he fades away from view. Hey, Secret
may not be able to lift the TP, but at least she doesn't hate him and only
put up with him because he's friends with her boyfriend. But thems the
breaks. Maybe he won't screw things up too badly with this.

Impulse watches wordlessly as the doors close, then heads out, himself.
Time to extricate Cassandra from her mother's stifling love! *zip*


--Cassie's House--

Skirt. Spandex pants. Skirt. Spandex pants. Skirt and pants? One Cassandra
Elizabeth Sandsmark stares at the mirror, in her room, gauging whether or
not her current 'costume' change is going to work. One hand lifts upwards,
to tug around the black wig she wears. "I swear, I've had more costume
changes than -anyone-." The words are out of her lips before she even
realizes that she's talking to herself, alone, in her room, gazing at her
goggle covered face, trying to judge what kind of costume she should wear.
"I wish Ciss was back from Gotham." A long sigh, later, and Cassie's still
gazing at herself, nose wrinkling up as she stands to the left, then
right, then left..

Doing one of those stellar transformation sequences, just in case Cassie's
mom is home, Bart approaches their door wearing standard civvies. Knock,
knock. Anyone home? He shuffles his feet a little, then glances at his
watch, then shoots a look vaguely upward, then leans over the railing to
look in the window, then starts pacing. Knock, knock.

Five point seven seconds after the knock is heard, Cassie's swift to tug
off her wig and goggles and sneak to the edge of the window, peering down
at the door. Who in the heck could /that/ be? Mom is at work, Cassie's
al..oh! Considering its a rather hot day, the window to her room is
wiiiide open, leaving Cassie to call down. "BART!" *Clatter* *clud*
*thump* *whap* *thudthudthudthud*. Twenty point seven seconds later, the
door swings open revealing just a curly platinum blonde head that peaks
around the door, opening it just enough for Bart to ender. "Come in! I
totally didn't expect you right now, this is so cool, what've you been up
to?"

Steepling his fingers like Mr. Burns, the smile on Bart's face is very
dangerous-slash-what's-he-planning, indeed. "No -- can't come in. No time.
Much deviltry is planned. Superboy's got more toilet paper than you can
carry in a railway car, and Titans' Tower calls. Are you in?" How can you
say no to that face? Ah, so cute. Especially standing there in the sun,
just...hah! Bart. Wow.

How on earth could she /ever/ say no to that face, that charm, that
charisma! Actually, Cassie's eyes suddenly find themselves widening, to
the point where her entire face lights up at just the /prospect/ of toilet
papering the /Titans/. Buahahah.. Buahahha.. Buahahahah! That
devil-may-care grin creeps into her own face, as she's swift to dart to
one side, hidden by the door and shadows, to slap on her wig, goggles,
then with a swift yell.. "Lets go!" She's expecting to be gone like the
wind itself.


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.

And like the wind it is! In almost no time at all, over land, sea, and in
one case even air, the two teenagers speed. Skidding to a halt outside the
tower, kicking up a heck of a lot of sand, Bart deposits Cassie and blurs
for a second, suddenly wearing his costume. Gotta love that ring. Then -
yeah - then, he looks for the Kid. And the boatload of TP.

Having much experience, err, well, okay, having -some- experience, when
she wasn't a super hero, well, no, if you count that time they 'TP'd the
school madame's car.. Okay, having much experience with /minor/ events,
cars, houses, trailers, and so on, (not that Cassie would admit it!) She's
almost instantly ready upon arriving, hopping out of Impulse's arms to
adjust her wig accordingly, a mad smile, matching that of Imp's creeps
into her face, as her gaze sweeps carefully around. "Whats the plan,
guys?"

Boatload, no. Bathtubload? Yes. You both may want to make way for the
porcelin god bearing down on you. When Superboy says he stocks up, he
really means it. "Hey guys!" he calls when he sees the streak on the
ground and knows it's either Bart or Wally, and if it's the latter,
calling out won't really hurt him at all. "I brought the stuff..." With a
grin, despite the company, he lands and lets you two go at the TP. There's
more than enough go around. "I'll take the roof. Imp, you take the ground.
Wonder Girl, everything else?"

"Hahaha! Yeah, and someone, make sure you get the monitor cams right off
the bat - I'll get any ground ones. Aw, man -- this has been /ASKING/ for
it for a *long* time," laughs Impulse, practically bouncing. He scoops up
a couple of rolls, and notes before he starts, "We gotta get this done
-really- quick: there's no telling who's inside, a'ight?" Then he's off
and running!

Despite the company!? Ooooooh. Wonder Girl is seriously going to have to
teach this 'kid' a lesson. For the time being, however, she, too, keeps a
grin to her features - despite the fact the testosterone, drop a friend in
an instant, x-ray peeping tom company that is around. Ahem. Collecting
three rolls, two of which get shoved into her pockets, the other is used
to its advantage as she flips into the air, quick to cover the mid-range
cams, instantly starting to sweep toilet paper around the offending
objects, blocking their view with a layer of white, double play, paper.

"Well you're the master," Superboy begins, his voice dying off as Bart is
already gone, "of speed..." Shaking his head with a smirk, the Kid reaches
into the bathtub and pulls out a triad of TP and takes off into the air
without a word, or a glance at Cassie. Wouldn't want her to think he was
looking at her sideways or anything... As he soars overtop of the tower,
he rains white death upon it, laughing all the way and glad Superman isn't
here to see this...

Tying the groundcams up like Christmas presents in the first half-second,
Impulse quickly gets to work spreading the joy over all the outside
entrances and outcroppings and what-have--you. Then he gets to work on the
lowest quarter of the building, transforming it into, well, a big white
mess. Mess! About halfway through, it occurs to him that the skiff might
want a new sail. A new, non-clumping, biodegradable sail!

You never know, Superman can see /everything/, he's like, Cassie's sure,
this demi God that can easily catch the early bird before it eats the
worm. However, all said and done, Cassie doesn't think Superboy will look
at her sideways, nope, she isn't that bad, now maybe if he did the
disappearing act while looking at her sideways... Then she might have
something to say, otherwise, the teen wannabe amazon is swift to continue
her own destructive qualities, flying from one camera to the next (its
amazing what one picks up when you visit here enough), those in the upper
areas are covered in paper, though she zips close to Kid, tilting her head
up to offer him an impish grin. Hey. Its something right? A friendly,
you're cool, I'm not really upset with you, too much, we're okay team
mates, right, grin, before she zips on around, black wig dancing around
her form. Where she goes, layers of white follow, until she's forced to
collect another few, picking up where she left off afterwards.

Maybe he's Santa Claus instead? As the rolls in his hands diminish in
size, the Kid flips in the air and flies toward the tub again then stops,
hanging there upside down. "How about a little teamwork, guys? Cassie,
wanna give me a hand? Bart.. Open as many of those rolls as you can as
fast as you can." What does the Kid have in mind? Well, it should be
obvious, but for those who are having a hard time following, read on his
next pose.

Glancing nervously at the entrance to the Tower, Bart nods. "Do what" he
says, starting to open them all, "you're going" he continues, almost
finished, "to do, then let's get outta here!" And they're all open,
and...oh, crud.

Almost instantly Cassie's by Superboy's side, feelings aside, teamwork is
what she's good at, and without Robin around to lead, Superboy is the next
best thing, or well, so's Impulse, Cassie isn't a really good 'leader' at
this point. Swift to do as she's directed, all before, ahem, hopefully,
anyone comes out. Ahem. Ahem.

Superboy hits the ground so hard it leaves an indentation where his feet
hit. "On three, toss it up and over the tower... Upside down." With a wink
he starts to count. "One.. Two.. Three.." And then he heaves and, oh
nuts... Busted. Oh glorious TP, do not fall upon the heads of those Titans
who are coming to spoil everyone's fun...

Having been busy below needling Nightwing about something private, between
friends, that's been put on hold now, as there's something amiss upstairs
to be looked into, or not looked into? whatever it is it's hard to look
into from below, what with the monitors being all whitened and all, and
Nightwing being the tactical genius that he is devised a plan; go atop and
see what it is. So, that's what Wally's doing, form the front, while
someone else does things his own way. Typical, eh? Zipping out of the
tower The Flash is stopped as... wha's this floating down over him? Arms
out he looks, well, perplexed. Trigon, aliens, mad gods, anything,
but..."And I was just talking about having adult conversations..." But
just stopped, there in the middle of the island, Flash looks about to see,
well, what's been done.

It's truly an awe-inspiring sight. No, really. It's hard to believe three
teenagers, even metahumans, could cause that much damage in ten or so
seconds. The solid-light construct hologram thingy of the Titans Tower
(that people can lean on! yeah!) is draped and covered and surrounded and
decorated, almost completely, in toilet paper. Double-ply biodegradeable
non-clumping quilted extra-soft toilet paper. And there's a tub of the
stuff coming down -- ack -- by, er, the entrance...oh man.

Timing, as they say, is everything. Whether that timing be delicately and
painstakingly planned and orchestrated... or in the case of this evening's
activities, a stroke of complete and utter fate. As the Flash makes his
initial recon towards the 'front' of the Island, the Titan's leader creeps
to the surface on the other side, providing a second perspective and a
chance for backup should there be an ambush laying in wait for the New
York supergroup. It is just as he emerges from the secondary entrance,
however, that a literal shower of toilet paper rolls bombards the man,
having just arced over the giant T-Shaped structure in a wide volley.
*Bonk!* *Bap!* *Thunk!* Almost half a dozen of the cushiony (and
squeezably soft) tissue rolls rain down on Nightwing as he does his best
to flip out of the way - a large bathtub crashing down with a loud
*CLANG!* to cover the ground where he stood moments before. The Acrobatic
Ace regards the upended bathtub for a brief second, before his gaze turns
to focus in on the three TMS members, caught red-handed in the act. "Slow
night in Metropolis?" he asks the group, his tone of voice none too
pleased whatsoever. Of course, given the fact that a few dozen stips of
toilet paper hang about his form at various places - the intimidation
factor of the question probably loses a bit from its indended delivery.

Listening for that 'three' with avid interest, Cassie's swift to take her
task with a seriousness that is seemingly broken by the wide, impish,
purely devilish look to her features, as she heaves as well, watching that
splendid group of pure white, double ply, completely biodegradable, toilet
paper go floating down and over not only the hologram 'thingy' of the
tower, but cascade over those that happen to come out of it. Whoops. F**A.
Busted. She /might/ have a look of abstract terror on her face, though its
really hard to tell considering her gloved hands are now up and over any
expression, covering her entire face. Hiding the look well, eyes getting
wider, and wider behind her goggles, to beat even Impulse's, maybe, one
teenaged Wonder Girl wants to burst out with laughter, or go hide in a
hole, at this point, she isn't certain which. It's just up to Superboy and
Impulse now, on what to do, Cassie would suggest - run like hell - but,
well, that would not do much good considering the Scarlet Speedster she
spies, almost hidden beneath the brilliant white. Ah. And Ah. The tower,
the grounds, the cameras, almost every corner is covered in its very own
brand of TMS decoration.

As Flash is suddenly mummified, or well, partially kinda, as he stands
there with streamers and lines of the stuff over him, he just looks left,
right, to the TMS kids and then to himself. And so, while Nightwing ducks
and dodges, what does Flash do, he who could get out of the way? Why he
just stands there and looks to this all. Then he looks up, to the moon and
then back again. And then it happens. He laughs. And laughs. And laughs.
"We should have done this tot he JLA *years* ago!" And the laughing
continues.

As The Flash comes out, Superboy winces. "Ah crap..." But when Nightwing
makes his appearance, well, then he just falls over laughing. Literally.
As he lifts his head a bit to look at the twin Titans, he nods at their
leader. "Um.. yeah.. You could say that." Then his eyes flick to Cassie.
"RUN! Er.. FLY!" They can't follow that way. Of course, the Kid on the
ground is going to take a moment longer to get up and going than the other
two. Maybe enough time for Flashie to catch him. Hey, every team needs a
scape goa... What? Flash is.. laughing? Oh thank gods. Kal would have
Kon's head if he found out. Now if only there was a way to silence NW...

Well, so much for Nightwing's attempt at intimidation. He really might
have been able to pull it off, even with Superboy's reaction, until Wally
started busting up into laughter. The former Boy Wonder continues to stand
there for a moment, before taking a swath of toilet paper off of his head,
and letting it flutter to the ground in an erratic pattern. "You're /not/
helping, Flash..." he remarks then, though his own lips begin to curl up
into a lopsided grin as he speaks.

Impulse, on the other hand, isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Even if the
Kid and Cassie /had/ flown off, there's no way he could've followed while
laughing like this - he's *actually* rolling around on the ground.
Ouch...cramp...oww...! "Ahahahaa! You....haha! Oh man! Oh /man/!
You...shoulda seen (hahaha) the looks on (*cough cough*) your faces!!"

"Oh... *hehehehe*... sure, blame this.... *snicker*... on me," wally grins
as he manages to get that out, shaking his head as he looks over to 'Wing,
and then the kids of TMS. Putting one hand around his midsection, he
reaches up witht he other to wipe a tear away form under his mask, as he
was laughing that hard. "But I don't know, Nightwing," Wally begins as he
starts to regain his composure and has to get right on witht he teasing,
"This could be a declaration of war, meriting relatiation..."

Regardless of personal opinion, even if Wally is laughing, and the sight
of Nightwing nearly sends Cassie into a fit she can't control, at
Superboy's command, she's attempting to grab ahold of both Superboy and
Bart, but the chances of her getting either one are nearly /impossible/.
Out of all, Cassie is one to just shelve it away and get the hell out.
Laugh like a maniac /afterwards/.. (And /no/ one is going to stay
behind..) Scapegoat her @$$, this is a team effort, you run like a team,
or you get caught like a team. She's even half-way into the air, not
seconds afterwards, legs lifting off the ground, unsure of which to grab
first, Superboy or Bart.. she might be able to grab Bart's feet, and
Superboy's hair, or is that vice versa? Either way, Cassie's more
interested in the opportunity of getting out of here unscathed, and
without a bucket and mop to clean up. The thought of cleaning up this
entire island is /not/ something she desires to do, what ever will her mom
think? Her head snaps towards Wally afterwards, eyes as wide as saucers,
not saying a thing, not one, nope, no, she'll laugh later, when she tells
Cissie..

"Ow! OW! Watch the hair!" Superboy nearly screams as he's pulled along
after Cassie. Not that it hurts, he just doesn't want it to get messed up.
"The gauntlet is tossed down!" he adds to the Titans as he's flown away.
"Pick it up at your own risk!!" Confident, ain't he? Well, he should be.
The old fogies against the new blood? There's not really any doubt about
who will win this contest. "Home, James, er, Cassie. Our job here is
done."

Did someone say a mop and a bucket? It seems that very sort of thing is
what Nightwing has on his mind, as he crosses infront of the solid light
hologram (the one still draped and covered with tissue) to stand near the
near-mummified Flash. "Yeah, starting with TMS cleaning this place up..."
Though while Dick would most certainly like to see the younger superheroes
clean up their own mess, the words are said in such a manner that it's
clear he's willing to let them go, if they so choose to run. And make good
on Wally's idea of payback in the future. His arms cross over his chest, a
few addtional scraps of toilet paper drifting off of his form as he does
so, before he shakes his head in a rueful gesture, watching the Cassie fly
off with the others to safety. "I dunno, Wally, what do you think... Grape
jelly in their plumbing?" Old fogies, indeed...

When Superboy is fully able to fly on his own, which shouldn't be /too/
long, Cassie lets go of his 'do', hand still wrapped around Bart's foot,
dragging him with her, upside down, into the glories of the ever after.
Only then, only when she's safely away, with both of her team mates, does
it hit her, and as she leaves one can hear her say, "BUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Well, it isn't merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night, but it
certainly fits as a chortling, long winded, loud and highly amused laugh.

The island will be cleaned, no worries. Just, someone better have his room
*mighty* clean at home by the time that the 'janitor' gets there. "Oh, I
don't know, 'Wing. I'm thinking this calls for the Big Guns. Get them
genetic monkey clones and let them loose int heir base. Something big.
They dropped the glove, and so, in the name of war... we'll let them have
it. " And then as he starts to brush the toilet paper off of himself he
stops and looks to Dick, semi-serious, "What about jelly-filled genetic
clone monkeys?"