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Donna Troy	It would be superfluous to comment on Metropolis being weird. Metropolis is always weird. There's just something about the city that acts as a magnet for the strange and unlikely. If there is a spate of weirdness in Metropolis, it normally takes some statistical analysis to determine if there is excess weird, or if you are simply observing the regular fluctuations in Metropolis' background weirdness.     Normally. The last few weeks, not so much.     The voices approach the main room from above, via the staircase up to the roof, an indication that the pair have come via the air rather than the ground - and skipping the elevator means there's little warning from the tower systems that a visitor is present before they hit the main room. The tower systems will indicate that visitor is Diana, though the fact that there are two people speaking with Themysciran accents is a pretty good clue too.     "We've been spotting... a lot," Donna is saying to Diana. "So much I'm not even sure we can really blame Terry for all of it. It's mostly small stuff at the moment, apart from the thing at the zoo and the thing where buildings started playing cards with each other. But I mean... you've probably noticed that the Daily Planet's globe has started growing moons. That just isn't right."     The sisters descend the staircase into the main room, and Donna heads towards the kitchen area. "Want something to drink?" she asks Diana. "Take a seat and I'll run you through our files. I think we need to set up some data-sharing on this one. It's got to all be connected in some way, but honestly the only connection I've been able to figure out so far is that it all seems kind of unconnected. Tea?"     Donna starts shuffling through the cupboards to check if there's any decent tea in the place that hasn't been drunk by Robin. "I blame the cat," she says. "Not Terry. I mean an actual cat. It was talking. With an Italian accent. That was about four weeks ago, and the weirdness hasn't stopped since."
Diana Prince	Diana is wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket, her dark hair tied back behind her head in a loose pony. She has a modest amount of makeup on, and is wearing casual clothing under her jacket, a red sweater, form fit, along with some black denim pants, and small heeled black leather boots. She lets her eyes roam here and there as she walks with Donna. "Yes, well, it has not even been long since I was up on that globe. I met with Spider-man there this past summer..." She replies. Once they are in the seating area, Diana does find a chair to lower herself down on to the edge of, her hands going to her knees. "Tea would be lovely, yes." She says with a soft smile. "As ever, you know I am here to help, if it is needed." She adds for her sister.
Kate Bishop	Kate is curled up on one of the couches a pad in her hand as she scrolls through various news feeds and also the tower security system. When it announces the visitor being present she taps the alert to see who it is. Not that even Diana merits her rolling off the couch to her feet.     Commuting between NYC for school and Metropolis even with the hyperloop has become even more tiring with the strangeness infecting the city. Add to it crime fighting and training workouts and the archer is bloody exhausted.     "I mean... don't rule out blaming Terry yet Troia. This is very in theme for him." she notes from the couch. "Did you see the video yet of someone's topiary walking away from there house to go on parade?"
Terry O'Neil	And, in any case, there isn't a chaos cat to blame right now, as is demonstrated by the fact that Terry O'Neil and nt Vorpal emerges from the elevator and into the room, looking rather tired. "Oh, hey everybody," he says, stifling a yawn. "Don't mind me... just getting some rest. I'm completely tapped out of magic. Incidentally, Donna... Kian's family is here for a visit. It's... long story." he says, glancing at Diana and Kate, and giving each a tired wave. "They'll be staying with us until I'm recovered enough to send them back..." He blinks, as if registering the conversation he has just walked into, and says, "Wait. What am I being blamed for?"
Garfield Logan	"Except it's not really a long story at all," Gar says as a matter of follow-up, as he follows Terry as well. "Kian's got a way to talk to his people, it's sort of like a holo-emitter thingy, and the idea was to give them some chocolate as a gift via rabbit hole, except when Vorpal made it Kian's even-more-impulsive-than-me sister leapt through, dragged their brother along, and then their /qihar/ coach came through as well, right before Vorpal's battery went to 'E' again." He says this like it's a normal occurrence, which by this point probably is.
Kian	Kian flits out of the open elevator shaft, having gotten the other birds temporarily settled in his room, and... there's Terry, slightly incompletely explaining what's happened.  "I am a little surprise to haf to admit, it iss not really Terry's fault that they are here," he says, confirming Gar's report.  "We were goin' to send some chocolate through to them an'... my sister... does not always think thin's through.  I think she reads too much fantastic fiction.  I haf no explanation for Kala, she iss a frien' an' just as bad as Shiri sometimes."     He perches himself on the end of the couch.  "I *think* I haf calm our paren's down," he says with a somewhat haunted look.  "I am glad to not be Shiri when she gets back there.  She will not hear the end of it for a while."     He looks up a little plaintively.  "Iss it even remotely possible to not scare them while they are here?  I do not want them goin' back thinkin' I am in danger all the time."
Victor Stone	Vic was getting food when people started coming in, and he looks over to Donna and Diana. "Oh! I wanted to tell you--I've been working on a program, feeding in all the weird reports to see if there's a pattern to the, uhh, happenings. Starting with that cat." A pause. "...There's no pattern yet, that I can see." That shouldn't be a surprise; why would there be a pattern to weirdness?     He shuffles himself out of the way of tea-making, taking the sandwich he'd pulled out of the fridge a little ways away. "Oh, hey, Kian, your family's visiting? Cool! I've got the Roombas all taken apart and quiet, so there won't be any of /that/ to worry them while they're here."
Donna Troy	"Oh, Kate's blaming you for the everything, Terry," Donna says as she rummages around in the cupboard. "Which is probably fair. Yeah I read the message you sent about Kian's family. I guess it was inevitable that even the pacifist aliens would want to take a turn at invading." She pulls out an expensive-looking box of oolong tea that Robin had probably hidden in the back somewhere hoping that nobody would find it, and makes a cup for Diana, setting it to brew as she fetches herself a coke from the fridge.     "Not ruling out anything, Kate. It's kinda Terry style, isn't it? And Terry keeps being tapped out. Maybe someone or something is interfering with his powers and that's the trigger. Terry, might be an idea to spend a night at the Embassy, see if this nonsense continues even when you're not in town. Just in case. Nobody's saying it's your /fault/ though." She glances quickly in Kate's direction. "Or maybe it would be better to say nobody's saying it's your /intention/," she adds with a grin.     Donna takes the tea over to Diana and hands it to her, before picking up a tablet and handing that to her too. "That's everything we've got so far," she says. "Our own incident reports for everything we've been involved in, and some pretty thorough scans of news reporting and social media for the whole of November, picking out every example we could find of high weirdness." She gives her sister a smile and sits in a seat across from her, leaning back with her cola. "I'm sure you guys have been collecting data too. If you could send over any relevant stuff you've picked up on the Watchtower monitors we can feed it into Vic's program, maybe it can find a pattern. Thought it all seems very... chaotic." She glances Terry's way again briefly.     The elevator pings, and a short man in overalls and a baseball cap steps out, carrying a tool box under one arm, and whistling a tune that's too tunelessly whistled to identify. "Don't mind me!" he calls out in a cheery voice as he strolls casually towards the giant monitor screen. "Just here to fix the clock. Be done in a tick. Or a tock. Not sure yet."     Donna looks from Gar to Kian. "Okay," she says with a tilt of her head. "/Qihar/ coach? That's the game with the ribbons, right Kian? Did they want a game? 'Cos it sounds kind of fun. You should let Cait know we have visitors, she'll probably want to cook them something nice."     Donna's head turns sloooooowly to stare at the small man. The words "Metropolis Clock Repair" is written across the back of his overalls. "Uh. Who... what?" She asks anyone who might have an answer. The alarms haven't gone off. Someone must have let him in, right?
Diana Prince	Diana's eyes dance from one of the titans to the other as they make their appearances. She first smiles to Kate, then toTerry, Gar and Kian. Victor finally gets a smile and a wave from the Princess before Donna delivers her the drink and tablet. "Ah, yes, thank you." She says as she leans back on the seat she'd chosen. The Princess crosses her legs at the knee and rests the tablet on her lap as she lifts the cup up to sip from it. "So we are sure it is not Terry." She quietly says as she swips the screen with a finger, a delicate sweep of a motion to move to the next page of information. "It is a very... quirky selection of events, isn't it..." She comments idly before another sip of the tea is had.
Kate Bishop	"I mean, that last part is accurate. I don't think Terry is doing anything malicious.. almost ever." she taps on her pad, changing views once more as she stays curled up. "But this is definitely some nonsense..." another tap of the glass screen on her pad as she quietly watches footage of the topiary parade again. The elephant bush leading the march is pretty fascinating.     "Also invasion not kidnapping Kian's family.. check... and you know you pretty much absolutely made it certain they won't get away with a totally quiet normal visit by saying that don't you Kian?"     "What?" she blinks a couple of times looking up from her curled in comfort of the couch and just stares at the Clock Repairman's back as he approaches the monitoring screen. Blink. She looks to Donna making eye contact then looks back to the repairman. "That isn't a clock... I think you should stop where you are."
Terry O'Neil	"... I can stay at the Embassy for a night, yeah- if my room's still there, Di. Wasn't there a statue guy walking around?" Wait. Did statue people sleep? "Everybody seems to think it's me, though. Even Karen Starr! She has asked me to request that one of you accompany me to work just in case stuff happens. Ungh." He sighs and ambles over to the kitchen to get himself a soda, and then comes back. "I swear, just when I think I am finally doing something right, the universe throws something at m-" He pauses and narrows his eyes, his soda can halfway to his lips as something begins to form in his mind. "It's almost as if I were cur-" But that thought is stillborn, because there is now a cLock repairman here, and the rehead looks thoroughly, utterly puzzled. "Um... my dear sir, not every tower has a clock. This is not the tower you are looking for..." he glances at his team-mates.
Garfield Logan	"Hiya, Princess," Gar greets Diana, being a visitor to the place today. There /is/ something on his mind that leads to him saying with a bit of an edge, "Okay, just one thing. I know there's kind of a chaotic, 'who knows what's gonna happen' thing with Terry and his Cheshire side, but we can stop blaming him for everything weird that happens. We were already full of weird. He just adds to it. What I'm saying is I'm not liking the way the first thought is 'What did Terry do this time?'" After clearing his throat, he digs out a bottle of water from a pocket and has a sip, nodding once to Donna. "Yeah, it's like Capture the Flag, but in the air and a little different. I'm kind of a natural at it, but it's no big deal. I learned from one of the best." A nudge toward Kian, then he quickly clamps a hand over Terry's mouth. "No. No C-word, dude. Don't even go--...eh?" The diminutive clock repairman's appearance earns a round of staring. "Yeah, we don't have a clock that needs any repairing. How did you get in here?"
Kian	"They are not invadin'!" Kian says, scandalized... and then he realizes Donna is having fun, and exhales sharply, dropping his face into his hands.  "I am sorry, I... nnh.  This iss not somethin' I expec' to haf to deal wit' any time soon.  An' Shiri *tol'* me she did not wan' to come to Eart' wit'out Imperial permission... nnh!"     'Nnh' is probably the sound of a birdman getting a stress headache.     "Okay.  Yis.  /Qihar/ iss our game wit' ribbons an' Kala definitely will want to haf a game and why not, not leas' to be able to say she was the firs' to coach /qihar/ on a non-Akiar world an' Gods and Goddesses I am gettin' a headache this iss way too much.  An'...."     He looks up sharply at the unexpected repairman.  "Uh, Terry iss drained because of makin' the rabbit hole to my worl', so that *can not* be his fault."
Victor Stone	"I really want to try /qihar/," Vic notes idly in between bites of his sandwich. "It sounds like a lot of fun, and I'm always up for learning a new sport."     He gestures at Gar then. "You know, I'm actually kinda with you on the 'not blaming Terry' thing, if he's having /trouble/ then I'd say it's more like maybe someone's /targeting/ him than..."     He stops, cybernetic gaze looking over the clock repairman. "...He's a cable repairman," he says quietly, so the man won't hear. "Alexander Weaver. Maybe he's branching into clock repair?"
Donna Troy	"Oh I let myself in," the repair man tells Gar before turning a withering look on Terry. "Of course every tower has a clock. What's the point of a tower otherwise? Apart from making shot. You need a tower to make shot. But apart from that? They're for putting clocks on. Tall so people can tell the time from a long distance, see?" he taps a finger against the side of his head. "Smart, huh? Besides. City ordinances. Every tower in the city has to have a clock. And your clock is almost five minutes slow. Now please be quiet and let me work everyone, we're almost a the top of the hour and unless I get your clock fixed fast, you're going to be silent when every other bell in the city is ringing, and think what an embarrassment that would be. "     Donna blinks a few times and looks around at everyone to see how they are reacting. "Either this is the strangest practical joke, or the tower is being attacked by supervillains in a way that's so ingeniously confusing we ought to let them win. Who let this guy in anyway?" She flips open her t-com to check what guest identities are active, but he doesn't look like an Akiar, and he's not Diana. So why did the alarms not go off?     The clock repair man studies the giant monitor screen for a few moments, then pushes against the middle of it. Part of the screen flips up, revealing a dense maze of cogs and springs behind, and a giant escapement in gleaming brass, rocking backwards and forwards at a steady once per second.
Diana Prince	Diana is looking at the tablet on her lap when the talk of the repairman draws her eyes up. She looks around at the others before looking directly to the man in question. His response has her tilting her head to the side in confusion for a second before she sets the tablet computer aside... is she standing up? No. Diana reaches in to her jacket and pulls up a coiled length of golden rope. Since Terry is standing closest to where she is seated, Diana offers it to him to use, should he so desire.
Kate Bishop	Kate sighs deeply, keeping one eye on the repairman, while flicking a sideways look at Gar. "I said I don't think Terry does anything maliciously or on purpose. It isn't an attack on your boyfriend Gar. Even you have to admit he is literally the biggest source of chaos magic probably on this coast. When he isn't causing weird things to happen, it is fun to tease him because he literally dishes it out as good as he gets it all the time." pauses for effect "And if it is genuinely bothering him, he can just ask us to knock it off... he doesn't need someone else to do it with his friends."     "Also Vic is right, maybe someone is fucking with Terry."     Her attention focuses back on the repairman and the rest of what Vic said. "Cable repairman still shouldn't be here without us having a service call that I doubt we would even need .. I mean did you call a repairman Vic. Also still not a clock." she reaches down and palms her empty waterglass and sits up from her curled posture. She looks like she is going to clock the guy before he can touch their stuff. Also before he clocks Titan's like her without their mask or superhero gear on.     She probably isn't happy about a muggle being in here where it is supposed to be safe. God knows Robin would probably just throw a sword right.     "What... the fuck." yeah the revelation of all the clockwork components behind the monitor makes her stay her glass toss.
Terry O'Neil	"Phrasing. Are we not doing phrasing anymore?" Terry says to Kate, but somewhat absent-mindedly as he watches Clocktower Man do something that is decidedly not normal, and something that shouldn't be possible at all. It's positively spooky, because he's not comfortable with other people doing Impossible Things. That's his thing, goshdarnit. His hand reflexively goes to his bracelet to uncover the mirror... and then remembers that there is no way the Cheshire Cat is coming out. The man is speaking nonsense. The problem is, people are trying to make sense of it. He takes a few steps back, though, remaining silent as his brain gears start turning (tick tock, tick tock). In his human form, it's hard to think like the Cheshire, especially when the Cheshire is having a nap because his gas tank is empty. But he tries anyways: Think. Think. Think.
Garfield Logan	Gar Logan holds up a hand. "Not getting into it any further right now," he says of the Terry blame game and who can or can't say something. He almost never does, and is usually the butt of his own jokes, but obviously something built up to get under his skin. "Vic might be onto something, though." When the repairman starts on the monitor and it actually opens up somehow, he gestures in that direction with his palms out. "Seriously, what the hell. Is anyone else getting as tired of this stuff as me? Stop messing with that!" He goes with a gorilla form and strides over to grab the guy by the shirt collar. "You're talking stupid. Nobody invited you. Time to go." However, as soon as he's about to touch the guy, the repairman turns to stare at Gar in quite the way, and the green Titan...disappears. He immediately shows back up where he was sipping the water, looking more toward the elevator, and definitely not a gorilla. "Yeah, we don't have a clock that needs any repairing. How did you get in here?" Sudden confusion follows on his part. "Uh, how did he get over there? And what's going on with the monitor?"
Kian	Kian flits toward the 'repairman', but when he sees what happens to Gar, suddenly the idea of making physical contact seems a less than good idea, and he executes a midair stop that would make Kala proud, were she there to see it.  Rather than close in, he tries to see if there's anything unusual in the intruder's signature in any of the fields the birdman can sense -- is he a hole in, or a nexus of, atomic or nuclear forces?     And as it happens, Kala very nearly is there to see Kian's maneuver.  Just as Kian slams on the air brakes, Kala pops out of the elevator shaft and immediately begins chattering in what Terry has called 'Kianese'; probably the only recognizable words are 'Kie', 'Kian', 'Teri' and 'Gar'.     Kian whips around sharply and says something in /Akiar'shak/ that has the tone of an order... but all Kala does is hover there and look shocked.
Victor Stone	Well /that/ gets Vic's attention. He idly puts in another data point of 'weirdness' in his program. Place: Titans Tower. Timestamp: right now. Event: ...something weird with a clock? He frowns over at the space behind the screen.     "So evidently," he says to Gar, "Now we /are/ a clock tower. And you were over there," he points at the repairman, "and now you're... over... there." He points at Gar. "I think, uhh, everyone'd better cover their ears when the clock strikes, 'cause it's gonna get /loud/ I think."     The rest of his attention is on Gar, specifically, scanning his friend to be sure he's, you know... okay, and for any sort of odd energy signatures or anything of the sort.
Donna Troy	"Okay enough's enough," Donna announces, getting to her feet. "Diana, if you don't mind, let's get this guy to explain what he's up to." She takes a couple of steps forwards and then accelerates very suddenly, to a speed that'll ruffle poor Kala's feathers. She's within a foot of the repair man and reaching a hand out when he gives her that same /look/ he gave Gar, and she too vanishes.     Donna's sitting on the sofa across from Diana. "..or the tower is being attacked by supervillains in a way that's so ingeniously confusing we ought to let them win. Who let this guy in anyway?" She flips open her t-com to check what guest identities are active, but he doesn't look like an Akiar, and he's not Diana. So why did the alarms not go off?     The repair man starts up his whistling again and shines a small flashlight into the interior of the clock that suddenly seems to occupy the insides of the monitor. "Oh right enough, there it is," he says. "It's your main coil. You see this a lot. All fouled up with lost playing cards." He reaches into the innards up to his elbow and starts fishing around, his tongue working out the side of his mouth in intense concentration. "Yeah, that's it. I'll have these out of the mechanism in just a tock, then you should be holding good time again for a while. "
Diana Prince	Diana looks up and over to see Terry too lost in his own mind to process her handing the lasso to him. She just exhales softly and brings it back to her lap then. "Allergic to it anyway..." She mutters as she nods across to Donna and starts to stand up. She watches what the others do, Gar, and Kian, Victor too before she stares at the strange man and starts to walk toward him. "I believe it is time to figure this truly out..." She says in her Themysciran accented voice, laced with a confidence at her actions here. She whips the lasso out to wrap it around his body. "Now then, please tell us who you really --" And Diana disappears. Entirely.
Kate Bishop	"Um." she glances at her watch briefly then makes an exasperated and unhappy noise. Not enough time to go dash out of the room without super speed. Where is a speedster when she needs one.     Another moment is passed watching the repairman dig for playing cards. "This is absurd..." she complains and then grabs two of the pillows on the couch and presses them to the side of her head hoping to muffle the incoming BONG she is expecting because she definitely does not want to go deaf like Clint.
Terry O'Neil	Terry's eyes widen, when Gar disappears and re-appears. By the time Donnahas looped, it becomes very clear to him just what is going on. The bit about 'playing cards' is only gravy at this point, because the pit of his stomach is telling him something that his mind has been trying to deny ever since Karen brought up the suggestion. He clenches his fists when Diana /disappears/ completely, his mind entertaining the panicked thought that she might not be coming back. But he forces himself into calm with a sharp breath. If this was, indeed, what Karen suspected, then no physical force was going to avail. He gives Kala a very urgent-looking 'go back' gesture, and turns to face the clock man. There is one way he knows, to get around /ack there/.... "You are mistaken," he says, with as steady and confident a voice as he can muster. "I can see how you the mistake could have been made, but you see, this is not a /tower/," he says, pronouncing it tau-uhr, "This is, in fact, a /tower/," pronouncing it 'tow-uhr', "This is not a vertical building housing a clock, this is a service that provides relocation and transportation to broken-down vehicles in need. Thus we never have had, nor will ever /need/, a central clock. Your services are being wasted where you are needed elsewhere my good man. You really should have words with your supervisor. You have been poorly treated, a consummate professional of your skills..."
Wally West	While the Titans (and friends!) were discussing their options, a red and blue blur comes sailing into the Tower with a louder 'boom' than usual, bypassing security before security could even finish chiming that there was someone else on the premises. The perpetrator is Wally West, AKA the (other) Flash! He's dressed in his red suit with the white lightning bolt design, the really (as Wally would put it) bitchin' one. "Yo! What'd I miss?" He looks at a watch he had on him, a quick little invention for detecting where he was at. "I've been looking ALL OVER for you guys! Had a hard time getting in. You're lucky I didn't cause a Flashpoint Paradox!" Wally seems to flush his cheeks then a moment as he coughs into his hand. "Ahem...n-not that I would." Sus. "What's the situation? Everything good?" He sees the random man and he poitns at him. "Uuuhhh.....whose he?"
Garfield Logan	"What the hell are you doing to that?" Gar blurts, seemingly impervious to much of the rest of what's going on. He sees Kian putting on the brakes, Kala showing up to witness this, Donna suddenly disappearing and reappearing, Diana disappearing and /not/ reappearing, and Terry trying a different approach. "Yeah, I'm getting this guy outta here. This is crazy." This time as he approaches, he turns into a big green pachyderm. "The elephant in the room says you're not welcome any more. Time to go." He reaches out with his trunk...and reappears about a minute earlier, once again as he'd been before. "Except it's not really a long story at all," Gar says as a matter of follow-up, as he follows Terry as well. "Uh, dude? Did you just teleport over by..wait. Who is that and what's going on with the monitor?"
Kian	Kian snaps something at Kala again, and this time she backs into the open shaft, ready to go up or down as needed... but sticking around to see what's happening.     Rather than engage directly, which hasn't worked well for the others, and on the chance that Terry's oration doesn't strike home, what the birdman does is build up a large static charge on whatever the repairman is reaching for.  Not enough to seriously injure -- Kian can't bring himself to do that.     But it should sit him down and adjust his attitude.     This is exactly what he *didn't* want happening while his fellow birdfolk were around.
Victor Stone	Vic groans as Diana /disappears/. "Greaaat, this is gonna go /just/ great." He looks at Wally and says, "Clock repairman. Because we're supposedly a clock tower. Get it?" He rolls his eyes.     Then he walks over to actually try to stop Gar from doing this a /third/ time. Holds out a hand. "Just, uhh... wait a minute. It'll... Terry can handle it. I think." He hopes. He really hopes.
Donna Troy	A rather puzzled-looking Donna has enough time to get get as far as greeting Wally with "We're where we always are Wally," before Diana launches her own lasso attack on the repair man. Donna sees her sister going for someone, Donna goes for them too. She leaps out of her seat, half flying across the room behind the sweep of the lasso, ready to pin the repairman if he dodges Diana's throw.     Donna disappears, but unlike Diana, she does reappear again. She's standing by the chair Diana had been sitting in, releasing a cup of tea that falls onto the chair and splashes tea everywhere. "What... where did Diana go?" Donna asks, looking even more puzzled. "Did she just..."     "It's a tower, this is a clock," the repairman answers Terry patiently as he flicks playing cards -- every single one of them a seven of hearts -- out of the mechanism. "It has a clock because it's a tower, and it's a tower because it has a clock. The one proves the other. There are some who dismiss this philosophy as being no more than an ontological proof of clock that's invalid in a... OW!"     The repairman jerks his hand away from the mechanism, banging his elbow on the edge of the panel on his way out. "Argh! Static shock. Not meant to get that much static in one of these." He blows on his fingers. "Anyway, as I was saying, this proof differs from the true ontological proof because it employs external points of reference. Tower, clock. Clock, tower. In purely logical terms we require only empirical proof of... OW!"     The repairman attempted to continue removing cards as he spoke, but is shocked again by the powerful static charge Kian had imparted to the mechanism. "This isn't... OW!"     BONG.     The sound doesn't come from the monitor/clock, but from outside. Moments later it is joined by a second BONG, and a third, and soon the air is filled with the BONGbongbongBONGbongBong!BONGGGG!BongbongBONG of dozens of giant clocks going off at once. St. Martins island is alive to the sound of clock bells, and anyone looking out the window over the city will notice not only that every tall building on the island now sports a large clock, but the island has grown several dozen extremely tall and arrow-slender clock towers.     "No!" the repair man cries out, aghast. "You all distracted me! It's started and your clock's late! This is a disaster! A Catastrophe!" This is a..."     The bells all fall suddenly silent. The repair man is gone.     Donna stares at the space where the repair man had stood. Slowly, as if out of embarrassment, the panel in the monitor screen slides shut, leaving no trace it had ever existed. The quiet is broken by the ping of a message on Donna's phone. She looks down at it, in deep confusion, and sees the message 'Where are you? You're half an hour late!' from Diana.     Donna looks up from her phone and stares wide-eyed at Vic for a moment, then shifts her gaze to Wally, then Terry, then Kate. "What just..."     The tower's alarm blares and an alert goes out to everyone's intercom, warning them that an intruder has just entered the Main Room.
Kate Bishop	Kate feels a bit smug when the bonging starts. I mean probably not as smug as Kian who prevented Titan's Tower from being turned into another clocktower. She very carefully lowers her pillows from her ears and glances out at the Bonging happening outside. "Huh."     When everything goes silent though and the intruder vanishes. "Well.. good..." and then the alarms go off "Argh... damnit." she is up to her feet and seems to be retreating to her room. Probably for her actual kit. Maybe just for earplugs. "Don't touch the clock guy if he comes back for those time impaired, he will just looper you!" a glance to Terry before she ducks out "Also this is as you might say, Nonsense, if you like."
Terry O'Neil	Terry frowns, and he reaches over to restrain Gar by grabbing his shoulder along with Vic, should he try to move. He takes in what the clock repairman, following each and every word, and the dread across his face increases. Even when the intruder alarm sounds, he isn't alarmed, because he is /past/ being alarmed. He is in the eye of the storm of a massive panic hurricane. And when everything is said and done, he collapses on one of the chairs and hides his face in his hands. "... oh my god." He tries to control his breathing, fighting the panic down for several seconds before he looks up again and glances at Gar, Vic, Donna, Wally, Kian and, yes, Kala, since Kate ducks out. The way that man spoke, the 'logic', so to speak, and what happened... there was no denying it. Terry says only one word. "Wonderland."
Garfield Logan	Gar Logan waves briefly at Kala, and as Vic moves to get in his way he looks up at the mecha-Titan. "Dude, what's going on here? Why is he talking about towers and clocks and all that?" He reaches in for a bottle of water to sip from, then the sound of multiple clocks making a cacophonous sound of noise leads to him reaching up to cover his ears as Terry also shows up to keep him at bay. "No, /he's/ the cat-astrophe!" Gar calls out, gesturing toward Terry. "Except not so much right now! But why are there clock towers out there?" They can see them from their vantage point. "I'm so confused right now! And we've got an intruder? Where? Lemme at 'em! I'll rock 'em! I'll sock 'em! Put 'em up!" Yes, he has become Scrappy Doo, in actual form, little fists balled up as he hops back and forth like a prizefighter, even going so far as to scramble his way up to Vic's shoulders for a higher viewpoint. Finally, he squints from way up there, looking down on the Cheshire in human form. "Dude?"
Kian	Kala lands in the opening of the open shaft, covering her ears against the tintinnabulation, and Kian does likewise, dropping to a graceful enough landing under the circumstances.  "I am not even goin' to ask what that was all about," he says, and he and Kala exchange glances... and then she bolts up the elevator shaft.     Kian flicks his wings and follows, pausing before going up.  "I need to check on my sister an' brother.  They can not haf been ready for that noise.  Please gif us some time."     Another wingflick, and he is gone.
Victor Stone	Vic was ready to cover his ears, which is really more of a 'personal white noise dampening field' but it amounts to the same thing. So Gar's yelling doesn't faze him, as such--he's too busy looking out toward the clock towers, himself, long since used to being climbed on as a potential vantage point by both him and Kaida. He turns the dampening off in time to hear Terry's statement, and his expression falls.     "Wonderland... in Metropolis?" He's trying to think what that means. "You up for becoming a caterpillar?" he asks the pup on his shoulder.