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Barbara Gordon	New Years Eve, and Day, have come and gone. Gotham City's Clocktower is a big deal for that holiday. After it was restored by Babs and Bruce, it became a party spot for the city to gather around and countdown the New Year, which had its pros and cons. Babs didn't mind letting the media gather in the lobby for various celebratory slanted events, but no one was permitted any further in to the building. It's a 'private residence' for 'a lot of people' after all. The big event was just that, a whole host of citizens gathered all around the park area at the base of the tower, and the fireworks ushered in the turn of the Calendar year. Of course there was more to the night... big crowds like that yield a lot of crime, and Babs had been out with her drones monitoring it all. The AI systems ran the tower's presentation of the countdown, and the fireworks show, while Batgirl (and whomever else would've wanted to) patrolled the surrounding parties. Tonight though? Tonight was just a call-in for Birds to gather up in the Penthouse and check-in with each other, unwind from any of that, and everything of the previous year for that matter... Some nice quiet music is playing, there's a movie on the big television inthe living area, and Barbara is coming down from her computer station level, walking down the few stairs with one hand on the railing and the other holding a glass of red wine. Her red hair is tied up on the crown of her head, she's dressed in all black, a black tight sweater and a pair of loose sportswear pants. She's got some black and yellow sneakers on her feet that look brand new, and she just in-general looks to be in a chill-aligned mood. In the kitchen (remember it's theme is from a post-apocalyptic video game set in a sci-fi 1950s-esque motif, yay Fallout!), Babs ventures over to the island counter where all manner of finger foods, and drinks are set out for those who wish to wet their whistle or indulge in a nice treat of catered goodies!
Zatanna Zatara	Sans flash, magic or portals, Zee arrives by the elevator. The tall woman's dark hair tumbles to her shoulders in its natural waves. Only stage shows see her dressed in tux and fish nets these days. For a friendly gathering like this evening, she wears a suit of leather in her habitual black so supple that on first appearance it appears to be satin, clinging in all the right places. "Hello, all," she waves a greeting and heads for Barbara. "Sorry, I missed New Year celebrations with you. I was in New York doing a charity performance. How are you? Were you awfully busy?" She touches her lightly on the shoulders and brushes each cheek with a kiss, then steps back to gaze with a greedy eye at the food laid out. "Oh, good. You always put out the best and I'm starving. But first a glass of wine!"
Harper Row	Harper arrives on the scene a few minutes later, passing the threshold bearing a square tin of shortbreads. The little see-through window of the lid shows a lot of primary colours of many batarangs, some with spinkles, some with frosting. Their potentially edgy and sinister more-halloween aesthetic to their silhouettes blunted by the holiday coloured icing and googly candy eyes. "Hellooooo?" Harper's voice is a little muffled by the gigantisaur scarf which obscures some of her features better than her Bluebird uniform. Butt kicking boots are politely if briskly kicked off and she hustles over to deposit her sugar calories. She's come dressed for comfort as well: baby-blue track pants and a white turtleneck with a dark puffy vest worn atop, and the unravelling scarf of course. She's refrained from the reindeer antlers and blinking nose from a certain charity event. Harper turns to see Barbara having descended and already being greeted by Zatanna. She offers both a friendly wave before biting the tip of a gloved finger to wrench off her gloves. "Hey!"
Helena Bertinelli	Helena Bertinelli arrives a few minutes before the indicated time, parking and making her way up. She's wearing a plum colored sweater that hangs off her left shoudler over a gray tank top. Faded jeans and hiking boots. A gray beanie is removed as she steps into the apartment. She smiles as she looks to the gathered group. "Zee. Barb. Harper. Happy New Year!" Moving over she offers light hugs around. A nod in agreement to Zatanna after, "Yes.. never let it be said Barb is unable to properly feed the birds." She moves over to set down a homemade Tiramisu and a bottle of dessert wine from her uncle's vineyard in Sicily.
Barbara Gordon	The cheek kisses from Zatanna are naturally returned by Barbara, who grins at her friend there-after. "Good to see you, and you know I accept any of your excuses by default. Of course, that one sounds rather grand, but I'd expect nothing less from you." Harper gets a smile from Babs who moves to greet her too, then she is quick to snatch one of the cookies. "Oh my god, the sugar won't end." She says, before taking a bite, her pale skinned face showing the melting of enjoyment. "And I don't want it to." She adds to punctuate this. "So good." She says with a smile before taking another bite, this time holding the cookie in her mouth as she moves a few things around on the counter space. This is how Helena finds Babs, cookie-mouted. She gets a wave of fingers, then a motion toward the food. Her hand bounces up to snatch the cookie from her mouth then. "Support the local eateries, I always say." She says of the food, before giving Helena a hug. "I like the outfit... or is it 'fit'? I'm told we're supposed to say 'fit' now so that the kids know we're still cool." She states this with a playful grin spreading across her pink painted lips. Barbara is quick to step over to her fancy drink cart which she also motions to. "Got every kind of booze you could want here, and got all the best soadas in the fridge. If you're not yet recovered from New Years..." She adds while stepping back over to the counter. "Course, I was patrolling all night.. we had God... more people than I could count outside, it was packed all the way down to 15th street.."
Zatanna Zatara	Hand cupped under her mouth to catch the delicious crumbs from the freshly arrived shortbread she has popped into her mouth, Zee hmmms at Helena and waves. After washing it down with a sip of red, she grins at Helena and Harper. "Look at us, all relaxed after the New Year." She catches a final crumb of shortbread, saying, "Great shortbread. Did you bake it?" Eyes moving between the other two women, "How was the holiday? Busy?"
Harper Row	Harper accepts the hug, and her way of receiving them on her end awkward and a bit shy, but very happy for it and other gestures of greeting. Once everyone is tasting things or pouring things, she's pulling off her vest to drape it someplace acceptable, rubbing her hands together and eyeing the drinks. "There's a very small window to go hog wild." she grins impishly. Harper helps herself to mixing herself up some sodas and spirits. No mixologist, she can at least remember a few good combos. "Would be rude not to." she grins. A little of this, and a little of that, and she's got something and some ice that smells of tequila and sprite. Thanks College. "I was on a rooftop with a good friend, keeping a watch on one of the gatherings when midnight hit. Was ready to go if something went down other than an apple or a spent firework." Lifting her cup, Harper samples her concoction, ice rattling and clunking together. "Oo! Yeeeeeah. Oh, the shortbreads? Yeah, it's one of the few things I can slap together. 3-D printed off the cookie cutter and was super super relaxing to just...bake. Really glad you like 'em." Harper takes another big sip, almost spilling on herself before remembering that grinning stupidly while drinking doesn't mesh well.
Helena Bertinelli	Helena Bertinelli smiles and moves over to pour a glass of wine for herself, pausing then to try one of said shortbread cookies. "Mm.. Maaf Rlly Gdd 'Rpr" she mumbles shamelessly. Listening to the other's banter. "I was watching over a Robinson Park celebration. Like being the designated driver for Spring Break" she notes with a smirk. "I'd rather be here admittedly. But that's why we get paid the big bucks." She moves over to lean on the counter, seeming content in the moment. Cookie and Wine with friends. What would be better?
Barbara Gordon	Barbara pulls off one of the covers from the food trays on the counter, revealing a tray filled with small sandwiches nicely cut up, a large variety from club to tuna, little portions, each jabbed with a toothpick in the shape of a little sword. Babs finishes off the shortbread and gets a napkin to wipe at her fingers. Another sip of her wine is had and she grins then over at Helena. "I need to up your salary, clearly." She chides her with a little grin. Barbara's eyes go then to Zatanna. "Has there been any magical events lately that you've had to do that stuff you do to save us all?" She asks of the famous magician. "Someday I really do need you to teach me that stuff, especially those portals... Imagine how much time it'd save me if I could do that? Let alone save my poor knees." The wince that follows plays along with her last words there. Barbara eyes the drink that Harper made for herself, and grins at it. "I like your style. Jumping right in to the deep end." She says, gathering up her glass to step toward the wine rack... she's soon topping herself off again. "Last year was particularly wild for us... from that Grundy fella there at the end, to the damn Werewolves. Here's to hoping we can go back to just purse snatchers and fumbling drug pushers..."
Zatanna Zatara	"I won't be having a dry January since I didn't party to the wee hours. I was too tired. Went home after the reception that followed the show." Zee gestures with her glass to the three in turn with an exaggerated pout, "Does it mean I'm getting old?' Toasting Helena, "Here's to making a living and helping others! I'm glad none of us are any worse for the wear. It was a very quiet turn of the year, wasn't it? At least compared to last year." A dimple winks into existence as her mouth twists into a humorous smile at Barbara, "If I only could save your poor knees. Wouldn't it be nice if people could take classes in making portals? Imagine the mayhem!"
Harper Row	Harper goes for that tray next, because everyone knows sammiches soak up the spirits real good. She hold one aloft, and joins in the toast with the hand holding her red cup. It practically screams ~Me too, Me too!~ "Jeez, plenty good could be done with Portals. I'd be signing up for night courses pronto. It'd be hard to resist abusing it. Just speaking for myself..." she trails off and peers over towards the kitchen, drinking in the details while sneaking glances of the others. The urge to stuff her face is strong. A full mouth means not being able to say something derpy. She chews down something, swallowing hard. "There was a bit of a potential uh-oh at a half-way house charitable opening before Santa came. Was rare where it got de-escalated with words and not bruises. Maybe it's a sign of things to come? Hope everyone had a few cozy nights to de-stress."
Helena Bertinelli	Helena Bertinelli looks to Barbara, "... -do- you pay me?" she wonders curiously. "If you double it, half of nothing's still nothing?" she quips playfully. "A per-deium would be a nice thing.. " she winks. Moving over as Zatanna talks about a dry new year she nods, "We're all getting older. But the first one to call us Spinster's of Prey loses all their teeth." Agreeing with Barbara on Harper's drink mixing. "Impressive. Just keep it away from me. I'm just a Wine girl. Anything hard and I'm on the floor!" Lifting her glass in toast to Harper, then Barbara and Zatanna, she declares, "Here's to a year that isn't as much of a dumpster fire as the last few have been. With good friends and family. And everyone safe at home after every mission or patrol."
Barbara Gordon	The response that Barbara gets about the portals has her grinning big. She stands across the counter with one hand holding her drink in front of her chest, her other positioned upon her hip. "Hey, I've looked all over reddit for portal training seminars, but... yeah, reddit." She raises her glass up for another sip from it before lowering it once more. "Speaking of that, the FBI contacted me. They want help tracking down some cyber hackers... guess they broke in to the Federal Reserve login database. Pretty damn big hack... So the year is already kicking off." She grins at the interaction between Helena and Harper, then shares in Helena's toast. "Lets hope for the best, if nothing else." She adds on to it before another sip is had. Her glass is set down then, and Babs reaches for one of the paper plates off to the side. She slips a few of the small sandwiches on to it, then grabs a napkin. "And you know that I got your backs if anything happens to you out there. Money, resources... You three put your lives on the line for this city, and otherwise, so yeah... if you do need a salary, well, we can figure it out. I'm certainly doing well enough financially now. That alone is a blessing I need to share around."
Zatanna Zatara	Laughing at Helena's quip about spinsters, Zee raises her glass to the quiet start of the year. "May we have many more. To the Birds of Prey! You know we would make being a spinster fashionable, right?" A paper plate in hand, Zee joins Babs in assembling a snack which she tucks into promptly. "Hmmmm, these are good. I think this will be the year for hacking like we have never seen. Schools, hospitals and I don't know what else will make you a busy woman. If only I could learn computers with the same ease as portals." Zee's eyes widen slightly at Barbara's offer of a stipend and she shakes her head, smiling faintly, "You are unique in your generosity, Barbara. I'm perfectly fine as I am. Taking care of the city is my birthright, so to speak."
Harper Row	Harper toasts again, and this means swallowing down more. Proper drinking with proper toasting. Is it getting hot in here? A drink should help. Feeling warm and more relaxed, she freshens her cup. "Wine gives me such a headache. C'mon, let me mix you one later on. If you don't like it I'll make sure it doesn't go to waste. Repayment for helping me smack around those training dummies a lot Gooder-er. A bluebird special...hey, is there any food colouring around?" The red-cheeked girl peers about that awesome kitchen, refraining from outright going through cupboards. She'd not that drunk or rude yet. She turns about when finances are brought up, chomping down a portion of sandwich. "Hoping for the best sounds like a good mantra. I'll help out how I can with those hackers. My job with the city is good enough to cover me and Cullen, and soon enough he's thinking of spreading his wings so to speak, since he's eyeballing his own place soon. I'm getting that vibe. That'll be weird. But it's good to know you're looking out for us Barbara. You know we've got your back as well, yeah? You've got a lot on your shoulders and I sure as heck appreciate it. Whatever you need." Harper nods. "And Helena, if you needed anything at all. I mean, everyone here! Of course. I'm so here. Or there, wherever. Yeah." Drink -> mouth.
Zatanna Zatara	Zatanna's phone chimes in her pocket and her mouth tightens. Holding a finger up in the air, she excuses herself and walks into the living room area. A low muttered conversation follows. Returning to the kitchen, she goes to Babs with an apologetic look. "I've been waiting for this call but I wish it had been later. I've got to look into something and will explain to you all later." "I was happy to have seen you all. I only wish it had been longer." She throws air kisses to them all as she heads back into the living room. With a vertical gesture, she draws a purple line in the air,"Bye bye, take care," and disappears through it.
Helena Bertinelli	Helena Bertinelli smiles as Zatanna takes her leave. "Always a shot stopper. Coming or going" she says with a light laugh. Looking to Barbara and Harper, she follows suit. Little finger sammich time. She gets four different slices to see which she's going to come back for with seconds.. thirds.. "I make enough as a Teacher. Plus my inheritance from .. the Famigla" she adds with a bit of bitterness still under it all. "Really I'm teasing about funding. But the gear? You have access to tech and gear I'd go broke trying to make on my own. That would really be helpful. For all of us. Maybe we need to consider a Tech Refresh for the team? Make sure everyone's on the same level and using the latest designs in armor or gadgets?."
Barbara Gordon	Barbara is offering a smile and a wave to Zatanna. "You're just doing it now to rub it in." She calls after the Sorceress and her portals. Then she's gone. "So fancy..." Babs adds a second later, while she steps over to the edge of her counter island where a Nuclear Bomb is positioned within a little stand. "Here..." Babs says, popping the top of it open, and turning it aside. She reaches within the 'bomb' and pulls out a bottle of bright blue soda, then steps over to Harper to offer it to her. "Nothing mixes with Vodka, or Gin, better than this..." Yep, it's a Nuka-Quantum. A blueberry hawaiian flavored soda. "If you can't get her plastered with one of these, then nothing is gonna work." She tells Harper with a sly grin. Babs returns to her plate of finger sandwiches and picks one up to nibble on it while Helena speaks. The suggestion is nodded to a couple times before she clears her palette to reply. "The ... problem ... with gear changes, is how damn set in their ways everyone is." Babs says. "Not that I'm complaining about that, it's just people get so trained with what they have, they seem reluctant to adapt to new tech, new attire. I'm all for it though, so don't get me wrong. I mean... I don't wanna issue like... Birds jerseys or anything like that... since you all have your own styles, flare, etcetera... But I sure would like it if some of the ladies would take on some of my more advanced armor materials, if not other elements of it." And just before she indulges in another bite, she eyes the both of them one after the other. "What kind of upgrades would you two like?"
Harper Row	Harper's jaw drops a little as Zatanna makes her exit in that unique way she can. "No kidding." She has enough heebie-jeebies not to step in the space recently exited, edging around the position that she images the magic happened. Harper gleefully accepts the special bottle of bluish stuff. "Oh. My. God." Turning it around and examining the neat little thing. "Say goodbye brain cells. Kablooie time." Harper can't stop playing with the item, resisting outright opening it as talk turns to tech. "Christmas came twice!" she grins and sidles around to a comfy place to seat her caboose while she digests the question. "I like our comms. I guess with recent stuff that's occurred, anything that helps me be flexible but adds extra protection against things whizzing through the air would be great. A way to collect us all quickly I guess isn't as effective as us all meeting at a place...As much as I'd love the idea of a bird-copter or beaky jet to carrying us around. Heh. So I guess just light and effective protection. I really need to work on my sneakiness come to think of it."
Helena Bertinelli	Helena Bertinelli nods to Barbara, "I know. I agree. But there are enough ways for revisions to be worked into everyone's chosen styles at least to bring us all into the 21st century. Kevlar is really no better than tissue paper with some of the new ammunition designs and blade coatings out there. Not everything has to change. Just the need to keep everyone safe." She leaves it at that, eying Barbara as she plots with Harper using a nuclear cola. "Is it... glowing? on its own?" she asks cautiously. "Ms. Gordon, if I didn't know better I would think you were seriously trying to get me drunk." "Again." She looks at Harper she watches this dubious concoction getting created before her very eyes. It's a bit like watching them build the gallows right outside one's jail cell window.
Barbara Gordon	Barbara is laughing at Helena reacting to the Nuka-Cola. "It's just chemistry. Don't worry, I've looked it up. It won't give you cancer... well, okay, everything will give you cancer. That /one/ drink won't do it alone though." She states as she passes by Harper with her refilled wine, and her plate of finger foods. Babs hooks a leg over the back of her leather sofa, and then the other. She slips down in to it as the television is playing an action movie from the mid 2ks, lots of explosions. "I'll send out a checklist of things people can choose from, now that I'm curious what they'd want." Babs says as she lifts one of the turkey club sandwiches up to her lips to bite a corner off. She was staring at the tv, but her mind was on the talk of upgrades, and then of the flying around vehicles... Babs looks a little to the left of the tv at one of the huge clock faces that look out on the city, and out in front of the moon and the glowing night clouds catching its light, a quintessential Gotham sight drifts by in the far off distance. A big ol' zepplin. Babs chews her finger food, and plots...
Harper Row	Harper utters a mad scientist laugh, trying to make her laugh sound low and menacing. Less Santa, more Krampus. She gets back up from the couch and capers towards the counter to mix up a special drink. "Don't vurry, I know egg-zactly vhat I dooing, hoo hoo hoo." She selects a glass, putting the Nuka-Quantum in a position nearby as she assembles her ingredients. "I promise it won't do any permanent damage. You don't have to work tomorrow, right?" she asks impishly of Helena. "I mean, there looks like a lot of comfy places to stretch out if you get...light-headed? Besides, you're with friends." Eyes twinkling, she sloshes a little something together. "It ~is~ glowing! It's alive. Aaaaah-live!
Helena Bertinelli	Helena Bertinelli smirks at Barbara. "Thanks? I think? Your measure of concern is hardly assuring" she retorts. "I think that's a good way to do it. We can't force them to change. But it's for everyone's protection and improvement at what we do." Watching as Harper mixes the drink, she shakes her head, "Oh sure. Among friends.. No I don't work. But I was planning to be functional. You know. To patrol later? Lot of good it'll do if I'm crushed out of my mind by your Nuclear Cola. Thing." She grins. She's mostly joking about it all at this point anyway. "Just remember - you two are the ones responsible for unleashing Drunk-Helena on Gotham."