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Dawn Granger	After a year away doing studies in London she's somewhat surprised her id card still works when she swipes it through the door. Giving a smile to the security cameras she strides back in to the tower and up the elevator to the main room. A large duffel bag over her shoulder, she dumps it to the floor and looks around. "Hey, is anyone home?," she quieries in her clipped British accent. While American on her birth certificate, she grew up in England and has recently come back from there where she was informed by people that she has 'a weird accent' now. A combination of American and British influences no doubt. Jeans, t-shirt with a cute little cartoon blue dove on it and her long white hair braided. She is by no means in any kind of superhero costume but then again hers does appear when suddenly needed.
Kian	As it happens, Kian is up to his usual -- a tumbler of ice and a pitcher of something purple, with a sticky note on it.  The note is written in Kian's language, although the content is not really necessary to warn others off of it; it's enough to see that it's in Kian's writing to know that whatever it is, it has *way* too much sugar in it.     If Dawn remembers the easily frightened, usually nervous, entirely uncertain birdman of a year ago... how things have changed.  "Oh!  Yis, I am home.  /Kie/... nnh.  I am so sorry.  I remember your face but not your name.  It has been a while... an' a lot has been happenin' recen'ly."  He glances up at the ceiling.  "An' the alarm iss not goin' off, so you belong here even if I do not remember your name."     He offers a grin, and sips his drink.
Dawn Granger	The look of surprise on Dawn's face turns to one of joy as she sees a face she remembers. "Kian right?" she says hoping she got that pronunciation right. He seems very different to how she remembers him. "It's okay it has been a year. I'm Dawn." Her hand is offered to the birdman and she repeats, "Dawn Granger. You seem different. Happier? comfortable?" And he called this place home. That's different, "You're home..." she nods her head and smiles a little more, "Yes that's it. This is your home now." "If you don't mind me asking - what has been happening recently?" The pillows on the couch are haphazard and before she seats herself she straightens them. And corners the papers on the table top and adjusts the positions of the coasters just a little bit more, ...then she takes a seat.
Kian	"Ai, /c'Rhys'yw/, that might take a while," Kian replies, laughing.  "We haf been to an underworl', an' from there to Themyscira -- I am tol' it was a big thing that they let men there, but I still do not understan' why.  There was a whole mess wit' evil doubles of lots of our teammates.  I did not haf an evil double show up -- I do not know if that meant I did not haf one, or that I did, but he was too smart to get tied up in tryin' to take over this worl'.  An' there was an accident wit' Terry's /rhy'thar/ that dropped him an' me an' Gar back to my home worl'.  So now my frien's an' family know that I am well, but the pries's haf made me a sort of godlin' because of the way I haf disappear, an' reappearin' for no good reason did nothin' to make them change their min's."     He shakes his head, and takes another drink.  "I do not think I am a semi-god of any sort.  But at leas' that means when I said I was goin' to come back here if Terry got his /rhy'thar/ back, they could not argue wit' me much."     His voice drops to a sort of conspiratorial whisper.  "Not bein' a godlin', an' not takin' advantage of the authority that gives, are two differen' things, yis?"     He spreads and re-folds his wings, more on reflex than anything else.  "An' you?  What haf you been doin' while you were away?"
Dawn Granger	Dawn's mouth opens slightly at the long list of impossible things that Kian and the Titans have been up to. She lifts up a finger, "If you'll permit me a moment." How very British of her to ask for permission to process what was just said to her. "You went to the underworld and Themyscira.. where the Amazons are from. Donna and Wonder Woman.." She smiles a moment an raises an eyebrow. One day she'd like to go there too. "I heard that the queen didn't let men on her island because of the gods of old betraying them? I guess if we wanted to understand we'd have to ask Donna." Of the doppelgangers, yes, she knew about that. That happened world wide, "Thankfully I didn't have an evil double show up either. Though if she had I very much doubt she'd have been Dove. That would have gone very badly for her. I suspect that means she wasn't quite so lucky on her world." "/rhy'thar/," she stumbles her tongue around the word, "His magic? You made it home?" Her face positively lights up and she nods her head listening. "Soooo you're a demigod now," she adds with a small wink. "That must have been alarming and amusing. I didn't realise your people were so superstitious. You know, that's quite a lot of stuff. I spent my time doing an advanced economics course as part of my Political Sciences degree. I caught up with old friends. Stopped a haywire nuclear submarine from blowing up London, talked a Russian spy down from committing murder. Hm. It was nice to be back in England. But I also missed being back here too."
Victor Stone	Vic comes out of the elevator, because he happened to see the ping of Dawn's ID on the Tower security systems. He stands back a bit during the overview of what's been going on in Dawn's absence, and comments by way of entering the conversation, "Was the Russian spy trying to blow up the submarine or was that a totally different thing?" He grins easily.
Kian	"Oh!  /Kie/, Vic!" Kian says, turning and waving.  "Submarine iss the under water vehicle?"  The feathers on his wings bristle and slowly smooth.  "No thank you, that iss no way to travel.  Blowing up or not blowing up."     He shakes his head somewhat ruefully at Dawn.  "I belief in our Gods," he says, "but I do not belief I am their special representatif.  No matter what the pries's and priestesses say.  I haf to admit that I was very rude to a /rhysat/... sorry, a high priestess, while I was back on my worl'.  So was Terry, but I think he can not help himself some times.  An' also, she was interruptin' me teachin' him how to fly."
Dawn Granger	Dawn grins and glances over to Vic as she hears his voice. "Vic! ... two separate things. There was a political discussion going on about the Trident program, England's nuclear submarine capabilities. Some people wanted to decommission it entirely. Hard-liners took control of a comms station and tricked a submarine in to targeting London." "It was a big deal because the codes were meant to be safely locked away for the Prime Minister only. In the end their actions damaged their cause but they did launch a nuclear missile. I flew up and with the help of the submarine commander I was able to put in the disarm code in time. It was all very stressful but felt good when things calmed down again." She nods to Kian and considers his discomfort at the idea of being under water, "Yes I can see why you might not be too keen on the notion of the ocean." She nods her head, "Yes. I.. it's still taking me some time to reconcile that I am the avatar of peace, that I do represent a goddess. It's not an easy idea to wrap your head around but I hope I've been doing her proud."
Bart Allen	Bart Allen comes running into the tower. He had a few tupperware containers in hand, and heads up towards the main room to see if any of the people he might be looking for are there. Not seeing them, he stops and offers a wave to those who are actually here. "Hey guys how are you, anyone seen Supergirl?"
Donna Troy	The elevator doors open and Donna steps out. This is unusual, because normally Donna takes the empty elevator shaft next to it, the quicker route for the flying members of the team. Maybe she's just being all civilian to match her appearance - black slacks, blue blouse, gray woolen coat.     She's also looking puzzled and keeps glancing behind her, which is also unusual. "I just saw a cat," she announces as she enters the room. "I mean... not Terry, an actual cat. It spoke to me. In an Italian accent." She looks around, blinking in confusion. "I mean in English. It spoke in English, but with an Italian accent. It was hanging around outside the tower, and when it saw me coming in, it tried to persuade me not to. Told me that the building was full of..."     Donna stops, blinking with added surprise when she notices that Dawn is in the crowd. "Dove!" she says, the confusion on her face giving way to a happy grin. After all when you're in the Titans weird puzzling things happen every day, but people returning to the Tower after a year away is rather rarer. "You're back! How did your studies go in London? You must tell us all about it! Oh I mean you probably are already."     Donna's head tilts to the side as something occurs to her, and she grins a little. "Oh yeah, Vic and I are back too, but you probably heard. Terry and Caitlin made it as well." Dawn's departure had been during the time those four Titans had been missing, assumed by many to be dead - though their return a few months later had been a pretty public affair.     Donna walks over to where Dawn is seated and rests a hand momentarily on her shoulder to give it a squeeze of greeting before taking a seat herself. "Are you back with us for good now, Dawn?" A grin and quick wave of the hand. "I mean studies and life permitting kind of thing. Back in America."
Victor Stone	Vic grins at Dawn. "Good thing you were there then, huh? I don't know about being an avatar of a god or anything, but it's good to see you again."     Vic nods to Donna. "Yeah, pretty much everyone's back, things have been good! I don't know why there's talking cats around, but my roombas started playing football the other day so... you know, another day in Titans Tower."
Kian	"Why do we need talkin' cats when we haf Terry?  Surely he talks enough to make up for the four-leg cats that do not talk."     See, part of the problem is that it's almost impossible to tell when Kian is being serious, when he's being clueless, and when he's having fun.     "An' your Roombas are weird, Vic," he adds off-handedly.
Terry O'Neil	In an old Tower in Saint Martin that was covered with chrome Lived twelve several little Titans in two straight lines. In two straight lines they broke their bread. And brushed their teeth and went to bed. This is a lie, for some may demonstrate There's very little of these Titans' that's straight But nevertheless our story here lies When the Dove flutters home , for some ONE to espy- "Something is not right!" Vorpal says, suddenly sitting up in his room, waking up from a well-deserved nap. His whiskers twitch. His fur stands on end. It smells like- Order? "In my head's a bell My personal alarm That warns me when my pretty little friends Have returned from pain or harm" He snatches his clothes off the bed and hops into them, followed by a Rabbit Hole that opens. Vorpal leaps through and into the main room, landing on the couch in a flurry of cushions and other things displaced by a rather spectacular pounce-landing. There is one impromptu glitter bomb that goes off, and then- "DOVE!"
Dawn Granger	He's there in a flash, Bart. She tilts her head a little and then shakes it, "I haven't seen Supergirl in a year. Unless you count seeing her on tv. Then I've seen her more recently." A playful little joke. Then Donna is there and she looks over to her with even more delight. All these faces coming back in to her life. "I'm sure the cat couldn't be too concerned I'd fill up the whole tower," she says with a chuckle. "I was. Well, mostly the more exciting bits. Like the Russian spy who got cornered and I talked him down from committing murder. But, Professor Smythe was amazing and I had no idea just how intricately economics and political sciences were intertwined. Well, now I do." "I was really relieved when I saw you had all made it home. And yes, I think I am here to stay for now. I don't foresee any othre unexpected educational twists and turns. The opportunity was too good to pass up though." "Now that I've topped up my English accent I need to temper it with my Metropolis and New York accents. All my friends in London said I sounded American, so back here I can be told I sound British again. It's the ying and yang of having grown up in two different English speaking worlds." Her eyes keep glancing over to the kitchen. It's in a state and she is itching to clean it up. She half rises up from where she's seated and asks, "Do the roomba's clean your space or everyones space?" Her hands to go her stomach as she feels something both familiar and unsettling. Chaos. "Vorpal," she says right before there's an explosion of glitter and the appears of Vorp on the couch next to her. Her eyes turn around slowly until they settle on him, "Hey." Her smile defeats her distaste for the chaos he brings because he's a Titan. "Is it too much to ask for a big group hug because I really miss all your sweet faces."
Bart Allen	Bart Allen looks over to Donna, and says "A talking cat, like a four legged cat?" He hmms and wonders maybe Max and Jay have a point about slowing down. He hmms and will set the boxes down on the table, to make sure those with their names on them will find them. Then the glitter bomb goes off, and Bart considers it for a moment, which for him is picoseconds. He does his Karate Kid impression, wax on wax off, and makes a little cyclone that sends the glitter heading towards him right back at Terry, the air currents he creates keeping him mostly glitter free.
Mary Bromfield	She always feels a little odd when she comes here. Usually it's momentary, gone in a flash. (Except when there's a Flash here.) But that's when she's Mary Marvel. She's trying not to be Mary Marvel when there's no real emergency. She's not worried about wearing out whatever "batteries" she might have...but you never know... So when the elevator doors open, it's just Mary Bromfield who steps into the huge room, a backpack over her shoulder and a METROPOLIS U t-shirt (in red, of course) to round out the worn jeans and tennis shoes. "Uhm...hey there?" she says, a little uncertainly. Maybe there WAS an emergency and no one told her...
Donna Troy	Donna doesn't need telling twice, and leans over to wrap an arm around Dawn's shoulders and give her a hug. "Sounds like you've been keeping almost as busy as we have over there in England. I hope you managed to get a little studying done as well.     GLITTER ATTACK! Apparently Terry is in an excitable mood, and therefore glitterbombs. Despite the many warnings. Donna sticks her tongue out and removes pieces of glitter from it. "Terry. Remember how Vic's Roombas started developing complex emergent behaviors that are slightly crazed? That has been traced to a problem with overheating. Your glitter bombs cause large quantities of glitter, which causes Roombas to overheat. So just to be clear if the Roombas become sentient and try to take over the tower, it's your fault."     She takes a moment to pick a few more bits of glitter from her tongue. "Also, I totally blame Terry for the cat. Regular four-legged one Bart. Though obviously not all that regular, because of the whole talking with an Italian accent thing. Or... well talking with any accent, I suppose. Terry is a cat, Terry is weird, the cat I met was a cat, the cat I met was weird. Ergo, the cat was Terry's responsibility. Like the glitter.     This is not Amazon logic, this is Donna's low level haranguing in revenge for glitterbombs. Glitter is /really hard/ to get out of your hair.     Donna looks up with a smile. "Thunderbolt! Heya, come on in. Look who's back!"
Victor Stone	Vic ducks, but /still/ gets glitter all over him. "Damn it, man, Donna's right. I mean, not that a sentient Roomba army isn't /kinda/ cool, but it's also kinda weird, like... sentient cleaning robots is almost literally the beginning of most robot apocalypse dystopias. Do you /want/ to start the robot apocalypse, Terry?"     He looks at Dawn. "It's so good you're here, maybe you can help wrangle him." And waves and gives a grin to Mary as she arrives.
Terry O'Neil	Terry is clearly excited to see their returning team-mate. Unlike Order's reaction to Chaos, Terry's reaction is one that is slightly on the tipsy side of things. Donna remembers what it was like when Terry touched Hestia's lasso, and when Phoebe healed him. Dawn may not be the nuclear bomb of order and holiness that those encounters were, at least in her everyday form, but she still has an effect on him. "Aw, c'mon, it's just glitter. Besides, Donna, it's totally your color!" He goes in for the hug when he is distracted from it by something Donna said. He turns on the couch and /stares/ at Donna. "Wait. Wait. A talking cat? Back it up here for a second---" he glances at Bart, and Victor, "What do you know about another talking ca- oh hey!" he waves at Mary, "Do /you/ know about this talking cat?"
Dawn Granger	Dawn smiles happily at the hug from Donna and returns it. She lets out a small sigh as the blame game begins. "It's alright everyone," she says encouragingly, "Vorpal just got excited. These things happen and we won't tax the poor little robots. No one needs a robot uprising. I'll clean it up with a regular vacuum cleaner." "I'm sure Vorp is completely aware of the environmental impact glitter has even with the biodegradable variants that exist these days and how strangely the largest purchaser of glitter is the boating industry for the fancy shimmer paint they put on the hulls even though their boats bleed the stuff off in to the environment causing irreparable damage to the marine life." Political Science degree, she is deep in to the issues. And yet even as she's saying this somehow there's no hint that she's asserting blame or creating a thinly veiled warning that there might be retribution. She is sincere in her intention to clean up the mess Terry made. She smiles at Mary as she exits the elevator, "Hey there to you too." More faces and suddenly the tower is alive and a bit of a mess. She shakes off some of the glitter on to the floor .. shudders off some of the glitter on to the floor. "Hah. I missed this place."
Mary Bromfield	Mary blinked at Terry. "I dunno, I just got here myself." She looks around. "Uhm, sorry I've been away...I had to focus on my education for awhile and I figured you all had things well handled. I actually moved back to Metropolis because I wasn't getting very far for my nursing degree in New York City, so..." She pointed down at her shirt. "Now I just need to get a job to help pay for it." She beams at everyone. "I'm glad to see you all. How have you all been since we last met?"
Bart Allen	Bart Allen will wave over to Mary, and says "Hey Mary." He does lean in to hug Dawn as Donna does since she said she wanted a group hug. He sighs a moment as he stands back up, and seems he got glittered even if not during the bomb. "I don't know much about the Cat. Donna was just telling us about it. Hey speaking of animals. can you talk to normal cats, can Gar talk to animals he changes into?"
Donna Troy	"Being a Titan isn't a job, or a duty. It's something we do because we can," Donna says, her main focus apparently on Mary as she does so. "You never need to apologize for getting on with your life. You have fought alongside us many times and we are grateful for those times you have helped, not resentful of the times you weren't there. It's nothing to worry about, okay? There's a room for you at the tower whenever you need it, Thunderbolt. You're part of the family."     Donna wears the kind of wide grin she normally gets whenever the subject of Titans and family comes up. "And listen. This goes for all of you newer members. It has been explained before, usually by Cait, and nobody listens. The Titans is a big, expensive operation. Even when Bart, Wally and Irie aren't around and doubling the food bill. Titans Tower doesn't come cheap. The T-Jet costs sixty thousand dollars per flight hour. The money came originally from charitable donations, but we have a financial trust, and although it was not doing so great in the years nobody was looking after it, it's flourishing now, and you can thank Robin for that. Thank him because while it has always been our policy not to offer salaries because we don't want people thinking of this as just a job, we will look after you. We would prefer for you to spend your time training than working behind a bar so you can pay your rent. If any of you have any financial struggles, come to me in private and we'll sort it out. We look after each other, remember?"     Donna pulls a piece of glitter out of her hair and stares at it. "I don't know whether it's bioldegradable or not, Dove. It certainly survives multiple showers, I know this from bitter experience. The Roombas will manage, but if they need a bit of help, Terry will be happy to help them out. Won't you, Terry? People can clean up after their own messes here. That's been a rule in the Tower ever since Gar joined. Talking cat, Terry. Yes. Outside the Tower. Italian accent."
Victor Stone	Vic puts up his hands. "I know nothing about a cat, talking or otherwise. But yeah, I'll second what Donna said--we're a family, and we take care of our own. You could be gone ten years and I'm still gonna be glad to see you back in Titans Tower."     Then back to Terry, "Talking cat with an Italian accent mean something? Is this another Titan returning to the tower? I mean, I'm assuming it's not Gar, he's green."
Terry O'Neil	Shaking his head at that, Vorpal remembers to answer Bart's question. "I... can't talk to cats. Cats here speak Cat, and I speak Wonderland... Gar can communicate, though... really? Italian accent? What did they want? You have to give me more than /that/, Donna... and Dawn, I'll have you know that the glitter I produce is magical. It'll fade away. Eventually. Meggan's lectured at length about the environmental consequences of using glitter, so I developed my own. And found out I could. How lucky is that? You can eat it, too. Tastes of licorish. Ish." How long will it take to fade, exactly? He won't tell. "And I won't take any responsbility for Rooma sentience-- Vic and Gar using them to play games probably has as much of a hand in their unholy evolution into the Mechanocracy of the future as my magical glitter, so there." He nods at Donna's advice to Mary, "What she said. Although it would have been nice if she had let me know /before/ I took on a second job working for Karen Starr... but that's ok. Sleep is for suckers." He grins at Donna.
Dawn Granger	Oh sure, Terry might be responsible for the mess and need be responsible for cleaning it up.. but Dawn can't stand it and has a compulsion to clean it up. "Hm," is what she says to that. And Terry's take on the glitter? "Hmmmmm." Skeptical noise but a small smile. "It's a good thing it's made of magic then, that means you can whisk it away with the snap of your fingers and save us all a bad day." She gives Bart a snug back and then places her hand on Terry's shoulder, "It's important you show your friends from time to time how much you care about the little things too - not just the big things." "This cat sounds interesting. I've never met a talking cat that wasn't Gar so.. Italian accented English speaking. If it's being shy we could leave some cat food and water out for it. Lure it in with kindness."
Mary Bromfield	Mary smiles to Donna. "I appreciate that, Donna...Vic. I really do. But...I need to get a job. Just like I need to get my nursing degree. Because...well, even with all the stuff Mary MARVEL can do, I feel I need to show what Mary BROMFIELD can do. Because I think Bromfield has a lot to offer the world, too. As a nurse...even as a barista." Mary chuckles. "Besides, it might be best if I only reach out for extreme financial distress. Otherwise, the IRS might start wondering why the Titans are helping out a Metro U student and then...well, best not to risk it, really. I mean, even the JOKER is scared of the IRS..." She gives an Oh! face and adds, "...That, and the fact me and Kara are going to be room-mates."
Bart Allen	Bart Allen looks over to the containers and says "Could offer it some of Streaky's treats, and I can make some more. " He nods a bit and says "They helped me with some of the stuff for my new apartment." He admits. He nods over to Mary and says "You could maybe get some work at home issues, but you were good at the whole Barista thing, while we were in highschool." He says this as if it was not a bit over a year maybe two ago max.
Donna Troy	"I did let you know before you got the job at Starrware Terry," Donna replies mildly. "Several times. So did Caitlin. As usual, you didn't listen." For punctuation and emphasis she sticks her tongue out at Terry, thus proving that the assumption that she's the mature one in the Titans are a little wide of the mark.     "I wouldn't discourage you from getting a job, Thunderbolt. We live crazy lives and it's good to have some balance, some /normal/ things in our lives. I've got a part-time job myself outside of the Titans too. Just don't ever be afraid to ask for a bit of help if things get tough. And beleive me, we have experience with secret identities. There are ways around that kind of problem. We have contacts. There are shell companies. We have friends. All above board. You'd just find one day that you're on an educational grant from the Wayne Foundation, or STAR labs, or the Themysciran arts center."     Donna sits back, holding up both hands and giving them a jazz hands wave. "Okay everyone, calm down on the cat thing. It's gone. There were a couple of cats sitting around in the lot outside. When I came to the door one of them -- black cat, torn ear -- walked up to me and said 'Hey lady, you don't wanna go in there. It's full of crazy people.' Only in an Italian accent. Then it looked startled and ran away. Maybe it recognized me, or maybe it saw my puzzled expression and remembered that cats aren't supposed to be able to talk. I don't know. Anyway, it's gone."
Victor Stone	Vic's been calling up the Roombas, and they finally arrive, specific ones that he's patched to (hopefully) not try to turn sentient when clogged with glitter. The Roombas go about cleaning up the mess so Dawn doesn't have to. She just got back!     "I get that, Mary," Vic says. "Bart here's doing some of the same thing... going out on his own, getting his own place. And it's important. I mean... for me, 'getting away from my family' /was/ the Titans. But I guess for the rest of you guys, spreading your wings means getting out of the Tower. Just know you'll always be able to come back if you need." He smiles.     "...That cat wasn't /wrong/, you know, Donna," he adds idly, while making sure the Roombas wreak no havoc.
Terry O'Neil	"Full of crazy people... huh, I wonder if the Cheshire Cat has an Italian cousin..." Terry says, trailing off for a second. "Now I wish Gar were here and not in California doing the audition stuff. He can talk to cats." He sighs and waves a hand. The glitter, interestingly enough, seems to respond by rippling all over the floor, and then coalescing into a shape- And then collapsing again, dispersing. "I... have figured out how to /make/ it, but I haven't been able to get it to disappear until /it/ is ready to disappear by itself." Chaos magic. Go figure. "So I'll have to do it the old-fashioned way." He points in the direction of the kitchen, and a /zap/ of purple-red light arcs from his fingers and into the broom closet. Presently, a broom and a dust pan hover out of the broom closet and begin the laborious process of sweeping and scooping up the glitter. Luckily, this will end up with the glitter eventually being disposed of and not, say, the tower drowning in glitter by an army of runaway enchanted brooms. "Tada. No overheating roombas. Call your army back, Vic! I capitulate!"
Dawn Granger	Ah the complexities of who knows who and what. Bart was looking for Supergirl.. and Mary is going to share an apartment with her? "Bart weren't you saying you were looking for Supergirl?" May be the two can figure it out between them both. She remembers Kara telling them who she really was but.. not everyone was there. She gently pats Terry's shoulder as he tries. He tried and that's all that really matters. Though the magical broom and dusting pan make her blink a few times. "I don't remember you having this much control over your powers a year ago." Either way, problem solved.. for now. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see why an Italian cat is looking out for Donna's best interests. Did anyone in here turn an Italian man in to a cat recently?" She smiles whimsically because you never know what these people are capable of.
Mary Bromfield	Mary looks to Dawn. "Uhm...no, I can't do that." She looks back to Bart. "Want me to tell her you want to speak with her? I should see her soon. We're moving into the new place in a few days." She pauses, looking thoughtful. Maybe her new boyfriend will be there. "I should probably get some sleep, though. It's been a long day, and I can meet everyone else over the weekend." She paused. "Do I still have my room?"
Bart Allen	Bart Allen will walk over to one of the boxes he has set down and offers it to Mary "You can just take this with you if you see her, I just made a fresh batch of snacks for the super peoples pets." He tells them "Those are for streaky, " He tells her "I have been making them for a while, if you guys end up getting any other pets let me know, and I will work something up for you."
Donna Troy	"The cat was spot on, Vic," Donna replies with a grin. "I mean..." she waves in Terry's direction. "Consider Terry. They just don't come much crazier. I tell him about an English-speaking cat and his response is 'If only Gar was here, he can talk to cats. Terry, think. We can /all/ talk to this cat, we don't need a translator. That was the entire /point/. If we needed a translator there would be nothing unusual about the cat, and therefore we wouldn't need a translator. It's very simple."     Donna grins at Mary and nods her head. "Right where you left it," she replies. "I made sure nobody moved it while you were gone. Hey, it hasn't been /that/ long! Though there's a point. We may have to convert some rooms on the level below to new bedrooms. When we moved into the tower we thought it was kind of a joke how many bedrooms they built for us. These days it looks like we may need them. But yeah, you still have your room. Rest well, Thunderbolt! There's a rumor Caitlin will be cooking pancakes for breakfast, don't miss it."     "I've got a pet horse and a pet kanga, Bart. But I won't ask you to bring them snacks. They live in the stables at the palace on Themyscira, it's a long way for you to go. But if you want to fetch me a snacky shake from the fridge I wouldn't say no. Haven't eaten yet. Anyone else hungry? We could go to a restaurant to celebrate Dawn's return. Who's up for it?"     Donna hops eagerly to her feet, hoping for a chorus of agreement. "We'll just have to hope it doesn't have tuxedo cat waiters. Who, if it does, will definitely not be Italian men who anyone in the Titans has turned into a cat."     There's a short pause. "Though I will have a word with Raven later, just in case."
Victor Stone	Vic watches the brooms go across the floor, Sorceror's Apprentice-style, and eyes Terry for a long moment. Scowls briefly, but he can't hold onto it. Finally he grins. "Alright, alright, thanks." And he starts ordering the Roombas to leave, although one of them goes to wave to Mary, Dawn, and Terry in turn before following the rest on out.     He frowns thoughtfully as Donna mentions more bedrooms. "We've got the room. I can make sure they're wired up properly. If Raven turned some Italian guy into a cat let me know. And... Bart, do my Roombas count as pets?"
Terry O'Neil	Terry rolls his eyes. "Donna. Donna. It's elementary. The English-speaking cats are /gone/, so all that's left behind are non-English speaking cats. So we can use Gar to question /them/ and ask if they've seen any weird cats that are not me." Watching the broom operate, he grins, "Well, I've had a lot of practice over the last year. I even used my powers to dunk a shit-load of undead Centaurs into the pits of Tartarus---" he blinks, "OH yeah! We fought through Tartarus and ended up on Themyscira and actually /visited/ for three days! Donna's going to have to tell you all about it, it was /awesome/!" He taps his chin, "Your room should still be there, M. Unles Gar has decided to use it to store all the laundry he doesn't want to do and which he hides so I don't scold him. But I doubt it. None of the biohazard alarms have gone off in the area." He glances at the Roomba that waves at him, and suddenly wonders... Nah.
Dawn Granger	Dawn waves back to the little roomba, "Thank you for your cleaning contribution little robot friend." A nervous laugh, "Please tell me that Gar hoarding dirty laundry isn't true.." She takes a breath and then Dawn smiles warmly, "Count me in on dinner. You can tell me all about your trips to the underworld and Themyscira and how apparently you're letting men on the island now. That seems like a big news worthy development. I'll just go dump my bag in a spare room." She scoops up her duffel bag and gives a wave as she wanders off to the bedrooms.
Bart Allen	Bart Allen nods a bit and says "Well, I think you know more about what the Roomba's more than I do, but may want to limit the glitter in their diets." He grins and then looks over to Donna, and says "I will make some things for you to take them next time you go to visit." He does zoom into the kitchen, and cleans it and brings Donna back her shake "And any chance you could get me info on the Kanga's? I would love to learn more about them and see one if possible.
Donna Troy	Donna is no speedster, not even a Vic or Caitlin when it comes to appetite. But she does do a lot of excercise and eats a fair bit, so after a "Thanks Bart," and a moments reflection, she downs the incredibly calorie-rich and nutrient-complete Snacky Shake(tm) despite the imminent prospect of going out to eat.     "Give it a few months for people back home to get over the shock of the last visit of a bunch of men and I'll take you to see them for yourself Bart. I know how much you love animals, and Themyscira has more species that live nowhere else than... everywhere else, honestly. You'd probably find a Monster Manual was about as accurate as any zoology textbooks when it comes to describing the local fauna."     She walks over to the kitchen area as she speaks, and rinses out the shake bottle before dropping it in the sink and turning back to the others with a smile. "Terry, Vic, Bart you guys coming? It's my treat. How about Thai? I think I could use some Thai food. But if you guys would prefer anything else that's fine."     "Anything apart from Italian, anyway. Let's not take risks."