Owner	Pose
Wally West	"How are you so good at this?!" Wally is playing video games with Cait. Somehow, he's managed to get her to take a break from her medical studies to play video games. Why? Because everyone knows Caitlin Fairchild is one of the hardest working people in the Tower and someone they all rely on so much even through her studies. Wally's trying to compete with her in a game of Super Smash Bros. But she is firmly, unequivocally kicking his ass. Most likely, because he's moving too fast for his controller to actually register what he's trying to do - because he's competitive. So the game is lagging for him. But that's what he gets for playing a slow-ass character like Cloud Strife too! He should've picked someone like Ike or Star Fox. Damn. He's trying to keep up, trying to spam buttons. "Come on Wally, slow it down...slow it down..." He's making a lot of noise, and the game wasn't exactly quiet being on a giant television set. More than likely drawing in Titans to the main room if they weren't there already!
Caitlin Fairchild	On screen, the leggy Bayonetta model waits patiently for the flurry of strikes that Wally launches-- and when he's committed to one for a beat too long, Caitlin tap-taps the controller and turns the block into a counterstrike. It sets her up to deliver a stunning high-damage combination that sends Cloud flying away again. "I keep telling you, you're outrunning your attack speed," Caitlin assures Wally. She's no Flash, but her reflexes are more than capable of keeping up with the animations of the characters. And there are plenty of the attacks with animation cycles long enough that the player is locked into them once they commit to the move. "Slow down and line up your hits better. You can only throw so many punches per frame no matter how fast you slap the buttons." She takes a second to reach for her shake and drains a few healthy chugs from it before setting it aside, buying a little time with a series of backflips to create distance in the melee. The redhead's dressed in her usual lowkey attire of yoga pants and a pink hoodie, and with her curly red hair loose and hanging freely to her shoulders.
Kian	Retrieving his by now traditional purple sugar water from the fridge, Kian flits over to observe the latest in incomprehensible Earth computer games.  "One of these days, I need to bring a proper entertainment system back from my world," he remarks, leaning on the back of the couch to watch.  "No hand held controllers, just a direct and immersive mental link into the game system."     Sip     "Which now that I think about it, means no one else can play but for Gar when he's wearing the body of one of my people.  So maybe that's not really a solution."     Sip.     "For the rest of you, anyway."
Wally West	Bayonetta. Thirst trap and seriously DANGEROUS character to go up against. Cloud is slow, but he hits like a speeding semi-truck. Caitlin - against all logical odds of competition - is giving Wally /advice/ on how to play a little bit better. Wally has been fighting with almost no strategy. Just jump in and swing and hit what you can hit and tank what you can tank. It's a disasterous strategy, one guaranteed to cause all sorts of loss and brooding. But he listens. "Slow down...slow down." He breathes in, breathes out, managing to get Cloud to grab the ledge before he's fully out of bounds signalled by the explosion of multi-colored light. "Yeah, I don't want to break another controller. Unless you think Vic has like, five more in a box somewhere? Don't worry, Sensei Cait, I'll give you a good go. Just don't go too hard on me, okay? Still learning! Even if I gotta STYLE FIRST!" As he shouts that, he guards, and moves his character to reach and try to grab his opponent and literally throw her off the edge for some ledge-guarding attacks. "How's that for ya!" Kian's arrival is met with a big smile on his face. "Kian! Come have a seat my guy. And help cheer me on to beat Cait! She's whooping me bad and I'm trying to stay the full twelve. And EXCUSE ME SIR! This game system is top notch!"
Caitlin Fairchild	"Don't ask me, I don't do the budget--!" Caitlin groans as Wally pulls a reverse and chucks her avatar off the screen. The damage meter was just a bit too high and she can't get enough altitude to climb back up onto the ledge using Cloud's body as an impact point. There's an explosion off-screen and Bayonetta respawns mid-map, blinking invincibly. "Darnit, I shouldn't have said anything," she mutters, and dashes Bayonetta towards Cloud again to start the fight up once more. "Also Kian, that's kind of a fancy way to say 'I can't win at these games so I've given up playing'," Caitlin informs the bird-man, and cocks an eyebrow at him with a flickering glance. "And besides, Gar cheats at video games like crazy. I'm still pretty sure he poured honey in my controller before our big Madden playoff last year."
Kian	"My home system is fully immersive virtual reality," Kian says, "but only if you're already a telepath and can sense the mindport."     He watches for a while.  "And I'm sure that none of my games involve beating anyone up.  Most of them are racing games, or /qihar/ at varying levels of skill."     Sip.     "I don't play fighting games, Cait.  I'm not sure that any exist in our libraries.  Mainly because it's just not something we do."     Sip.     "You know, I've heard that the latest edition of virtual /qihar/ includes me and Gar, and that the next one might have other Titans who've played.  Our game when we visited Kyshan last year was certainly recorded -- and analyzed."     Sip.     "I haven't had the nerve to install the version with me and Gar in it.  I'm afraid digital me might play better than real me.  And really, it feels a little weird."  He chuckles softly.  "You'd think I'd be used to weird by now, considering who I'm pledged to."
Bart Allen	Bart Allen comes running into the base. He happened upon the grocery delivery as he was coming in so, there is the zooming of the young man up the elevator and down up and down till the groceries are all here and put away. After this, he grabs himself a drink and leans against the couch watching them play for a moment, and says "Next." He moves to get a specific controller from the electronics stuff. It is white with a red lightning bolt design.
Wally West	"YES!" Wally loudly cheers and hollers, having finally bested Caitlin for the first time in their /history/ of playing this game together. "Okay, that's one. I've got...so many to go. Okay, come on Wally, clutch time!" Wally finds himself newly invigorated by his accomplishment, and works harder to get into the game, sending cloud right into the devastating, nigh-unbeatable teeth of Bayonetta played by Caitlin Fairchild. "Come on!" Though Wally is turning towards Kian. "I'm not good at virtual reality. It's slower tahn I am and at least with this I have buttons to help me slow down. Besides, virtual reality is like...things that you do when you really want to /escape/, you know? I don't want to escape that far. I like things like this, simple and straightforward. Plus, friends!" Wally smiles big and wide, and he turns his attention to Bart. "Bart! Good to see you man. How've you been? Did you get a haircut? YOu got a haircut, didn't you?" and in his distraction? He's probably getting his ass kicked. Again.
Donna Troy	There's a secret to game controllers at Titans Tower, that is specifically not revealed to certain members of the team who are prone to breaking or otherwise abusing controllers. It is in fact a secret in a number of parts. First, and most importantly, is that there is a cupboard in Vic's lab that contains a VERY large number of game controllers, covering almost every game system ever created. However touch Vic's original Magnavox Odyssey game controllers at your peril.     The second thing to know is that most of the controllers for current consoles have been modified, with carbon fiber and high-tensile steel reinforcements. You may notice this by the additional weight. They're a lot more robust. It helps, though there's still a high turnover.     The third thing to know is that at the back of that cupboard are a collection of experimental controllers, originating in an experimental project lead by Cyborg and Nightwing in the early days of the Tower. There are controller with significantly faster clock logic, though you require a console modified to match and nobody has done that for the latest generation because honestly it gives too much of an advantage to Caitlin, Donna and the speedsters, who's reactions significantly exceed the capabilities of standard controllers. They were occasionally used in online competitions against non team members though. There are also the secretly marked controllers that connect via bluetooth to Vic's internal computer which gives him an edge, but he's usually too honest for that, so they collect dust.     There is also a small collection of controllers that Donna showed up with one day, remanufactured in the forges of Themyscira. While they aren't up to the standards of Amazon bracers, they're as close to unbreakable as any controller gets, and sometimes get brought out for the really enthusiastic match-ups.     Unlike Caitlin, Donna does do the budget. She knows just how scary the budget for controllers is, and if it wasn't for the fact that the budget for food is simply ridiculous it would be something she might question. Instead, it's just one of those things.     Go ahead Wally, break a controller. Donna's used to it.     "Wally won?" Donna's voice comes out across the room as she descends the spiral staircase from the dorm corridor. Amazon hearing is good. "Caitlin, shame on you. I thought the only games you ever lost were every time you play Madden with Vic." Fighting words. Cait wins those often enough. On the other hand she's not as unbeatable in other games as Donna implies. Donna herself is annoyingly good at racing games and the more intense style of first-person shooters. Tactics games inevitably result in her yelling at the screen about how inadequate the tactical modelling is.     "Hey guys, how's everyone?"
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin does take advantage of Wally's distraction to launch into a chain with a long windup but massive damage potential. "Kian, your people get weirder and weirder every time you go home," she informs her friend. Eyes locked to the screen she starts walking Bayonetta into Cloud and juggling him so well that even frame-perfect blocks couldn't break the string of attacks. It culminates in a falling stun and a Smash Attack that knocks him out of the game entirely and the TV proclaims, 'End Match!'. "That's best of three," she reminds Wally, and with a grunt of effort stands up out of her chair and offers her controller to Bart. "Bart, you play him. Learn from my strategy, padawan, and defeat your forefather." She flashes a grin at Wally and heads to the kitchen, and gives Donna a high-five in passing. "He won -a point-. I remain the Smash Champion," Caitlin assures Donna. "At least for this year. Playoffs in Christmas might have some upsets," she says with a peerless optimism for her fellow teammates. The redhead props an anatomy book up on the stand and ties on an apron. Eggs, flour, water, and some other ingredients get pulled out, and Caitlin stares at them with an uncertain expression. "Cookies, cake, or pies?" she asks of the crowd. "I could try macarons again, I think those were better last time than the time before." The time before was on this side of a disaster, but not by much.
Kian	Kian shrugs.  "It's something I'm used to.  The best games are virtual reality -- it's not like I'm going to get to play against the professional /qihar/ stars for real.  So I'm happy to make do with a virtual version."  He takes a long and thoughtful pull on his drink.  "Although I don't know how I feel about being included in the new release."     He snickers softly.  "I suppose how I feel will depend on how well virtual me plays."     He raises his tumbler in greeting to Bart, and then to Donna, and goes back to watching the match between Wally and Cait.  If there's a controller optimized for the three-fingered birdman, he has not bothered finding out.
Bart Allen	Bart Allen looks over and says "Virtual reality now yea it can be slow, but really good VR can be really nice." He notices the controller Wally is using and says "Why did ya not grab my controller?" Bart has been a computer/VR person for ever considering he was raised in VR. He rubs a hand through his hair and says "Just trying to stay cleaned up." This may have started more when he started his job, or when he started dating but he is trying. He looks over to Kian and says "Can your VR be set up for other races?"
Wally West	"Wait, wha-?!" Wally watches poor Cloud Strife be knocked off of the ring with a BRUTAL combo that sends him straight to the shadow realm. "Oh CRAP!" Wally drops the controller onto the couch and he lifts his hands to grip at his hair, groaning loudly at losing so BRUTALLY. "Come on, Cait, best four out of five?" Wally tries to redeem himself to have one more chance at victory, but Cait abandons any notion of that to give the remote to Bart! "Caaaait! One day I'll get you!" Wally shakes his fist at her, and he sighs deeply. "Alright Bart, come on...I'll try and give you a good thrashing." Wally tilts his head at the younger speedster as he takes notice that Wally isn't using Bart's controller. "Because yours feels /weird/." Wally remarks. He looks towards Kian. "Fair." But he looks Donna's way and he smiles at her. "I got close! Little bit closer every day until I'm the best, you know? How you doing, Don?"
Donna Troy	"Hey Wally," Donna responds with grin as she makes her way over to the kitchen area alongside Caitlin, to grab herself a beer from the fridge. "Doing good. Finally caught up on my embassy work. Mostly telling archeologists 'no', which apparently is my personal responsibility. They'd hate me for it if they didn't also love being able to send photos of inscriptions my way for translation help with certain languages. I even got a bit of time to work on my book, the Homer translation."     Donna's writing a translation of a lost Homer comedy that isn't lost on Themyscira. This is somewhat controversial because rumors of this have got out to Homer scholars and she's been at it for several years already. She should probably give up and release scans on the Internet for people with more time on their hands to translate.     "The VR thing -- it's not like we don't have VR at home. I mean the Danger Room is basically a pretty awesome VR set up. Maybe not telepathic, but the physical simulation makes that mostly unnecessary. I mean it's probably a /good/ thing that it doesn't simulate smells."     "And honestly, our training simulations are not that different from playing video games. Just a lot more physical. Which is a good thing for staying fit! It has been a while since we've actually used it for gaming though. Remember when Vic and Nightwing..." Donna's always been better at remembering to codename Dick than some, Caitlin "...tied in the Playstation?"
Caitlin Fairchild	Well, no one volunteers an opinion on the baking, so Caitlin sets out the ingredients for macarons and cookies. The bases are pretty similar, and the trick is just keeping the sugar and other ingredients properly separated. She shrugs in exasperation at the crowd and starts creating a cratered hill of flour to crack eggs into and knead up by hand. "Was that the Christmas I told everyone to stop fighting over the Playstation or I wouldn't make any baked goods?" she inquires of Donna. "It was one of those holidays. Or someone's birthday," she amends. The redhead nudges over a page in her textbook and starts the task of getting the ratio of ingredients just right. "Okay, so--" she snaps her fingers, waving her hand to get people's attention. "What kinda cookies am I making? Chocolate chip? Peanutbutter?" she inquires, and splays her fingers out in silent question to the others.
Kian	"I saw you adding eggs, so I'll pass, Cait," Kian says without looking over.  "Although if you could just set me up a cup of peanut butter with a little chocolat, I'll be more than happy."     Happy hell, he'll be stoned on chocolate.  It's the avian catnip.  It's birdnip.     "We might be able to upgrade the Practice Room to handle telepathic input, Donna.  There's no reason our mindport technology should be out of reach of Earth tech.  I mean, telepathy is really just a radio emission.  At least ours is.  I know that would probably help me make sense of things in there."
Bart Allen	Bart Allen will look over to Wally and says "Your just jealous that I had Rob make me a few controllers already." He tells his cousin and sticks his tongue out at Wally, playfully. "Oh Donna, I am probably going to bring another of our family over sometime. " He looks back to Wally and says "Irie, tell you Jenni is from the 31st century right now? He asks the other man, letting him know another future cousin is about. His vote for food is pretty easily guessed all of the above. "Anything we can do to help Caitlin?" He offers.
Wally West	Wally scoffs. Then scoffs louder. Then just starts looking around with a finger pointed at Bart like 'Come on with this guy!' "Come on man,you know I'm not jealous of you. Besides, even if you might have a more advanced controller, I've got the skills to fit the bill you know?" He smiles. "Yeah, I'm mentoring her. Apparently not a whole lot of speedsters like us in the future so she missed out on some tricks. I'm helping her get there. Nice gal!" He looks at Caitlin, making for eyes that look straight out of animation! "Can I have chocolate chip? Sijce you beat me so mercilessly and my pride is permanently damaged, unlikely to be recovered and haunt me through adulthood?" Laying it on a little thick Wally.. He smiles at Donna. "Are they jerks? I bet they're jerks. Isn't archeology like...easy to be a doctor in? Just be good at history? Man, sorry you deal with them. I can pull wedgies if you want?" He 'ooooos' when she talks about her book. "Will you tell me more about that?"
Donna Troy	"More time-travelling speedsters?" Donna asks Bart, arching an eyebrow in his direction. For a few moments her expression seems to indicate disapproval, as if she was blaming Bart personally for this invasion of his relatives from the future and any consequent time-line damage that might accrue, but it's only a few moments. She breaks into a grin that shows she's teasing, and gives him a nod. "Of course, bring her around some time. Always happy to meet more of the family!"     Donna finds beers in the fridge, popping the cap off one with her thumb and waving bottles around to offer them to others if anyone else is interested. "Sounds good, Cait," she says. "Chocolate chip peanut butter cookies? Sign me up. Gar's birthday?" she hazards. "I think it was. It was when he was new here anyway. You remember about how enthusiastic Vic got playing him at every game that has ever been created."     "Wally, most of them are fine." She flashes him a bright grin. "They're just passionate. You can't really blame them -- they spend their lives trying to uncover the past and suddenly Diana and I show up on the scene and casually mention we have access to records they thought were lost two thousand years ago. They just need to be more patient, not get wedgied. The book? It's a... Homer, the guy who wrote the Odyssey and the Iliad, not the one in the Simpsons -- he wrote a comedy called /Margites/, which translates as 'The Lunatic'. The last copy of it outside of Themyscira was lost in the burning of the library of Alexandria. When I returned to Themyscira in '17 I started working on a translation. It's pretty funny."      "Kian, isn't your telepathic interface reliant on you guys having telepathy though? Would it even work for non-telepaths?" She frowns a little and shakes her head. "No you had Terry flying with a wingset didn't you? Don't those use that interface? Still, I'm not sure it would be a good idea to add a mindport to the Tower systems. Vic would disagree, but he's an relentless hardware hacker. We're always having to remind him it's not sensible to integrate every single piece of random alien technology he stumbles across into his own systems."     "Anyway you know how things happen around here. If we integrated a mindport into the Tower Systems they'd probably go rogue, and Marvin and Wendy would become sentient AIs and try to kill us."     "I'd never try to kill you Donna," Wendy's synthesized voice breaks in.     Donna raises an eyebrow at Caitlin. "That... was weird. That was weird, right? Wendy doesn't normally just... Vic's messing with us again. Great. He's put in code to recognize when we're talking about the tower systems going rogue. Such a Vic thing to do."
Caitlin Fairchild	"Chocolate chip, and chocolate chip with peanut butter," Caitlin promises Wally, and splits the dough into two equal sections once she's done kneading it out. The redhead takes a few moments to wash her hands and turns to the refridgerator to dig out some more ingredients and start scraping them into a blender canister. "Don't worry, Donna, WENDY wouldn't do anything to hurt any of us," she promises Donna. "MARVIN would let us know. After that debacle with the fire suppression system, his job is to keep an eye on her." Still, she gives the ceiling a suspicious little look before hitting the 'blend' button. Ten seconds later she pours a peanut butter shake for Kian and adds a few sprinkles of chocolate just to give it some kick, and walks it over to the birdman. "Here you go, Kian. Try not to get too sloshed," she teases him, before returning to her kitchen to start mixing ingredients together for the cookies.
Kian	"As far as I know, it would only pick up me, but if we ever got another full telepath on the team it should be able to sense them as well," Kian replies after thinking about it a moment.  "Assuming their telepathy is natural and biological like mine, I think.  Terry's wingset works because it's in physical contact with him, same as I need to be to reach his mind.  But it would make the practice room a lot more useful to me.  I know in at least one practice session I was marked killed because I tried something telepathic in desperation, and of course the system couldn't detect that so it virtually skewered me."     Sip.     "I didn't enjoy that much."     He finishes his "kool-ade" just in time for Caitlin's shake to arrive.  "Thank you.  Besides, if the computers could sense at least one of us, I'd like to think that would give them a reason to definitely not want to hurt us.  I mean, granted, I'd be the only one they could sense through the mindport, but I'm sure there's nothing in my head that would make WENDY or MARVIN get... weird."     He lingers over that last word.     "Okay, we might want to disable the mindport when I'm in contact with Terry, though.  I think I'm going to take this up to my room to enjoy, and not think about giving the Tower computers any neuroses...."
Bart Allen	Bart Allen is just getting into the groove of the game when his phone goes off. He pulls it out and says "I gotta go, the hippo is having contractions, and they need all hands on deck to get her to the nursery while keeping the others away." He stands up and looks to Wally. "I call rematch when there is no pregnant water beasts that have to be taken care of." He looks to the others and says "I will send pics of the baby." and with that he is off to grab his work uniform and to Gotham Zoo.
Wally West	"WITH peanut butter?!" Wally smiles. "You do love me! Thanks, Cait." He blurs over next to her to try and give her a big hug. "All is forgiven!" Not that she needed to be sorry about kicking his ass at smash Bros. But clearly, Wally is appreciative of the pick me up. He looks at Donna. "Oh yeah. A cousin from theee 31st century?" He sounds uncertain. "Apparently she was running on a cosmic treadmill and it didn't really work out. The blast sent her to this time. I can bring her around sometime? Say hi to everyone?" Ge clears his throat. "Abd hey...before I forget." Wally actually looks serious a second. "Thanks you two. For keeping an eye on Irie. I owe you two debts I can't repay." He looks up as the AI speaks. "CREEPY!"
Donna Troy	Donna eyes the nearest wall speaker suspiciously, then turns and shrugs to Caitlin. "You're gonna trust Marvin?" She asks. "I mean the reason most of us prefer to talk to Wendy instead is because for the first year Marvin kept telling us that things made him very, very angry. You and Nightwing had to make Vic tone down the cartoon Martian references in case he got too interested in kaboom. Wendy is much more reliable."     "Thank you Donna."     Donna throws her hands up. "That was just a statement Wendy! You didn't have to respond."     "I like responding, Donna."     Donna leans on the counter, staring at her beer bottle and shaking her heads slowly, defeated. "Cait, we're going to have to have a word with Vic about this."     She straightens, swipes the beer bottle up and takes a swig. "Later Kian, later Bart. Take care you two. And absolutely Bart, any time at all. Family is family."     She nods her head to Wally. "Applies to all you guys. Irie's family. When she first came here it didn't matter that we didn't know her yet. I mean I assume we all do in the future. She's let slip enough that I know she knows at least most of us in... her original time. But the point is we look out for each other, and that includes Irie. I know how hard it is on you Wally. As far as I can see nobody is ever really ready to be a parent, but at least normally people get some time to adjust to the idea rather than having a teenage daughter suddenly appear. You were barely out of your teens at the time yourself."     Donna grins. "Besides, Irie's great. I adore her."
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin waves farewell to the boys when they leave, smiling encouragingly, and settles into the routine of baking. She's interrupted by Wally grabbing her for a hug, which elicits an 'ack!' and the redhead holding her elbows close and her flour-covered hands away from her face. "Careful, I'm baking!" she squawks at him-- but laughs once despite herself, shaking her head as he zips away. The conversation about Irie prompts a thoughtful look on Caitlin's face. "She's from... what, it's like 2040, right? That's not too far away. Seventeen years. That puts most of us in our 40s. Well, practically speaking, anyway," she amends, gesturing vaguely at herself. Wally and Donna know Cait's actual birthdate is closer to 2010 than the late 90s. "I wonder if we're all still gonna be doing this then." She looks around the room, drops her voice a little. "Nightwing will probably be doing Batman's job by then, right?" she guesses. "Terry, Gar, and Kian might be getting a little long in the tooth for it. Wally, you'll be doing the dad thing. I'll probably still be in med school," she says with a fatalistic tone. "I am the Sisyphus of college scholasticism."
Wally West	HUGS! Wally laughs as he squeezes Caitlin tight in the friendly contact, and soon enough he's letting her go. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! I'm just a hugger and man, cookies really just turn a whole day around. How did you enjoy your complete lack of studying for the day?" Wally smiles, though as Bart and Kian leave, Wally gives them both a smile and a wave. "Me and you next time Bart!" He calls after him. Though...in that moment? Wally thinks about the future. "I think we'll all still be together. This is family, you know? We might be apart for a bit, but...we always come back together. Besides, I still need to marry Iris's mom. Date her too. That kids pretty amazing, I think she got it from her mom." He turns to look at Donna and he shoots her a playful wink in implication. Shameless flirt! He falls serious once more. "Yeah...I know, but thanks anyways. I can always rely on the Titans to help out. Irie was overwhelming at first, but we got used to each other quick. I'm just trying to be a good dad while I got her, you know?" "How is Vic by the way? I haven't seen him in awhile. Should ring him up and make a doohickey sometime."
Donna Troy	"2041," Donna says. "Born in 2036, with a couple of bursts of accelerated aging in between." Donna /would/ know the details, she's really taken to Irie and always tried to make sure she's not short of something approaching parental care when Wally's not available. When Irie first turned up Donna had told Wally 'We're all in this together' and has been as good as her word. Just don't mention 'mom energy' if you don't want to be punched into orbit, Donna will insist it's more trying to be a big sister.     "There's certainly still a Titans during Irie's childhood, she's talked about it a bit. She's honestly done an amazing job of keeping secrets, but it's inevitable she's going to slip from time to time. Things like saying how Wally had taken her out crimefighting, but she'd never been out with the Titans before. And little things, like she once told me she loves hearing me tell stories, even the ones she's 'heard a thousand times'." Donna grins a bit -- she's not unaware of her habit of recounting history and anecdote to make a point.     "She hasn't revealed the details, of course. We don't know what the Titans of seventeen years ahead are going to be like exactly, who's still active and who else has joined. But Wally's got it right." She nods her head in Wally's direction. "We're family, and we'll stick together. Speaking personally I know I'm not going anywhere. Maybe some of us will have decided it's time to hang up the cape, but..." she gives a shrug, then grins. "Well in 2040 maybe some people at home will be prepared to admit I'm not a kid any more."
Caitlin Fairchild	"Dating and marriage /is/ preferable, and usually in that order," Caitlin bids Wally with a dimple-cheeked grin. "Even with time travel shenanigans afoot. Don't want the kids to develop a time-travel related parental complex, right?" The first set of cookies are punched out of the dough and laid out into a muffin tin. Why? Because it makes for bigger, chewier cookies. Caitlin prepares a few dozen and gets them in the first oven to start baking. "I do hate to break it to you, Donna, but /Matera/ and Diana are gonna consider you a kid until you've got a dozen or so centuries under your belt. Queen Hippolyta still thinks *Diana* is a little wet behind the ears," she observes, and laughs merrily at that idea. "It could be worse, you know. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be the new girl on the island until I'm at least pushing 2-3 centuries old," she grins.
Wally West	"That good ole bit of accelerated aging. It's like people don't like kids or something." Wally snickers a little. "Kinda....certain energy. Very..." He almost says it! Almost says mom energy! "Fun aunt energy?" Wally chuckles like some kind of monkey about to throw shit at something. "Spoilers..." Wally looks at the table. "I don't know what Iris's future is like...or if anything changed because she's here now instead of there. Quantum Physics. It's horrible." He shrugs. "If it helps, I think you're pretty amazing Don." He turns to Caitlin with a laugh. "Best way to do it right there! Dating then marriage. Now I just need to...date." Wally smiles sheepishly. Despite his charming(?) flirty nature, he's never really dated too much. "At least you guys are gonna be some centuries old.Think I peak out at 80." He laughs.
Donna Troy	"I have no illusions about that," Donna tells Caitlin with a laugh. "Diana's not so bad. I'll always be her kid sister, but I can be an adult too. It's more the rest of the Amazons I'm thinking of. That's... variable. Magala and Philippus pretty much always treated me like an adult. Helena accused mom of indulging her child in allowing me to speak to the senate after we'd just saved Themyscira from an invasion."     Here eyes remain on Caitlin with a speculative expression for a while, then briefly flash towards Wally when he talks about people being centuries old. "Cait..." she begins slowly. "How fast... I mean have you actually looked into your aging? Joking aside, how long are you expecting your life span to be? Does the cloning process pretty much follow human standards, or do you like... have more stable telomeres?"     She downs the rest of her beer and throws the bottle into the recycling bin with a loud clatter. At least it makes its way into the bin rather than bouncing off the edges. "I don't believe Irie and Bart and... Jenni, did Bart say? I don't think they can change anything by being here to be honest Wally. I suspect time doesn't work that way. I mean the past has already happened /for them/. If it changed, then it wouldn't be them changing it, it would be someone approximating them with a different past. There's a Themysciran philosopher who's written a lot of theory about this and..." she glances Caitlin's way apologetically. "...Well it may be more theory than science, but it seems persuasive enough to me. Different tracks of history. I think if they change anything now it'll alter the future, but it can't alter their personal pasts. But it's kind of like prophecy..." And there's Donna on more traditional ground for an Amazon. "It's just not wise to base your decisions on it. Spoilers indeed."     There have been a few. As much as they try, sometimes the future speedsters slip up. Bart has been cunning about throwing in fake slips to throw people off the scent which helps. Nevertheless, Donna is a careful listener and has a tendency to sense when people are lying. She's pretty certain Bart genuinely does know of Jinx being called 'Lucky' in the future. She knows that in Irie's timeline at least, Wally won't be an active Titan in the seventeen years time, partly because something happens to Barry. If Irie and Bart think it's important not to reveal anything, she's certainly not going to reveal anything she has picked up from their slips though.     Donna stretches. "You guys up for a bit of training?" she asks. "Nobody's in the Danger Room right now, and I haven't trained in hours."
Caitlin Fairchild	/That/ question actually makes Caitlin fully stop and think, blinking a few times and staring at the far wall of the game room while she processes it. "I... don't know," she says, finally. "I've got more complete genetic records than most of us, obviously, but the processes they used for creating me are pretty novel. Even compared to the other Super Soldiers, or the Weapon Plus programs. I mean, Captain America, he's probably going to live to be a few centuries old, but he'll age. Slowly, but over time...." she shrugs, and stares at the paused cookie-making task. It takes her a few beats to force herself to start loading up the other trays. "I know Slade Wilson is aging, too. Really slowly, but it's happening. The Super-Soldier program can't correct telomere degradation. Radiation will still damage their DNA sequences. All it gives me is a rash," she points out. "But I'm a totally unique case, I don't-- I was *designed*, not altered as an adult. It could be a few decades before I even really have the datapoints to conclusively calculate how-- if-- I'm aging." Caitlin falls quiet, putting the last of the baked goods away and carefully closing her textbook so it's out of the disaster zone. "Some training sounds good," she says, her tone a little subdued. "I feel like I could use a good workout."