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Tim Drake     It's not exactly rare for an Outsider to visit the Tower. There's some overlap in the team rosters, after all, and the superhero community tends to have a lot of interconnections. Team-ups, friendly rivalries, cameos in crossover issues... it just happens.

    Still, unlike his brothers, Red Robin tends to stick to Gotham. Or did, until a Heavenly Host of angels arrived in Manhattan. The rumors (and one notable picture of the Archangel Michael getting punched in the face) suggest that even the Dark Knight has spent some time in the Big Apple recently, facing off against the invading armies.

    Which brings us to the elephant in the room, and the stated reason for why Red Robin had reached out over official channels--AKA the Titans communicator given to him recently by Donna--to arrange a meeting.

    He hadn't specified precisely why, just that they had to talk about Caitlin Fairchild.

    And here he is now. Not unaccompanied, either. At his side in the meeting room is the Archivist, where they both await the rest of the Titans to assemble. Unlike the much brighter, red-dominate costume of the past, he's in a sleeker stealth-based suit which predominantly features shades of black and grey with a slash of red across his chest and the strongest part of the armor-plating.

    To be honest, it's a bit like a mashup of Nightwing and the Red Hood. No one tell them he's stealing their shtick.

    "If you're lucky, you might get to meet my replacement," he says, voice level despite the twitching at the corners of his mouth where he's trying not to smile. Because lucky might not be the word to use depending on one's opinion of the Littlest Robin. "I'm the only one who wasn't part of the club, up until recently. But I've been improving my networking. Made myself a SavIn profile and everything."

    That's not a thing. He's definitely making it up.
Sarah Rainmaker All that Sarah Rainmaker has to know is that it's about Fairchild. So of course she's present over when the discussion comes up, and she's there over while she's just waiting over with her back propped up against the wall over while glancing at the costume and taking a moment to evaluate. "So does this mean you're not going out fighting crime with a bright yellow oval on the center of your chest against a red background anymore? I suppose I should be dsiappointed at the breaking of traditions." Which of course wasn't true and no basis of knowledge from someone that probably had never been to Gotham moreso than in passing..
    But the Robins -had- worn bright primary colors over their torso at times sooo..
Jonathan Sims     "That's not actually a thing," Jon says firmly, to Tim's comment about 'SavIn' profile. He's wearing a green cardigan over black fatigues, his SHIELD badge and rank pins easily visible, looking much like what he is--a scholarly spook, something like a librarian for SHIELD. If librarians fought wars, that is. "I would /know/ if that was a thing. Stop trying to pull my leg."

    He's got a perpetual frown about his features, and a faintly distracted air. Whatever's been going on in the past few days, it hasn't been personally pleasant. But he's not here for personal business--not entirely. He's not really Caitlin's friend yet, hard to be while she keeps going around breaking one's ribs.

    Or maybe that's just how Caitlin shows she likes a person? Could be. She thinks throwing cars is non-lethal.

    Jon's been around the Tower before, and there was an interview with Terry O'Neil, published on the Daily Planet website, where he pretty openly said who he was and what he's been doing. So unless one ignores all current events, he's probably at least vaguely familiar-looking. He fiddles idly with something in his pocket as he waits for the others to join them.
Hank Hall     Hank gets word that they were going to have a meeting with one of his oldest friends being the topic of conversation and he wasn't going to let that go without making an appearance to let his own voice be heard. He is dressed in dark blue fatigue pants and a grey tee shirt with the Metropolis PD logo on the left side of the chest. He gives Red Robin's new look a once over before nodding. "Not bad, I like it" he says to the younger man. "I'll make sure Dick doesn't get word that you're stealing from his closet."

    The Archivist gets a once over and a slight nod. "Glad to see I'm not the only one who makes a habbit of walking around in civvies when not directly engaged." He moves to one side of the room and leans up against it, crossing one leg behind the other and his arms over his chest. He's probably going to keep silent most of the meeting, but if something piques his interest he will voice his opinion, he's good at that.
Vivian Vision When Vivian Vision enters the meeting room it's with a complete lack of fanfare. Slipping in quietly t find a corner from which to quietly observe. Her glowing golden eyes unblinking as she surveys the room. The only thing about her which isn't quiet is her outfit. Canary yellow cargo pants and a green sweater that matches her green hair.

"If you require any holographic or audiovisual displays I will be happy to oblige," she says, glancing at Tim and the older gentleman along as his guest. "I can also provide real time visuals of the area using a combination of drones and orbital photography."

Given the scale of the event there are no shortage of people trying to fly drones. Either for the media (social and otherwise), scientific curiosity or military reasons. Some may stray too close and get destroyed. And it's not like it takes all that much work to borrow the output!

"With permission I could also display things from Miss Fairchilds records which are relevant to the meeting." And by permission that's probably 'Only if Donna says so'. "Including GIRL analysis of her known weapons and equipment."
Kaida Connolly Kaida doesn't go slow anywhere. She does slip in, however. A little blur of speed that slips in and is suddenly seated on the back of a chair, kicking her feet back and forth as she sits up on the back of a chair and looks around. She looks at the others who are here and she continues to casually kick her feet.

"So, when are we gonna beat some sense into Cait?" She asks and tilts her head, looking from one person to another before looking over to Tim and hmming softly. She then looks to Jon and blinks once before shrugging and shaking her head as she continues to casually kick her feet.
Donna Troy     Outsiders are of course always welcome to the tower. There's just too much similarity in the teams for them not to be either rivals or friends, and given that degree of overlap between the teams, a rivalry would be just awkward. So friends it is. It probably helps that if anyone was going to approve of the Outsider's approach to things, it would be those original Titans who would be pretty hypocritical if they didn't approve. Tim had only recently been given a guest com that allows him to connect to the Titans com network and grants him access to the tower, but access would hardly have been a problem without it, both through the fact that the two teams have a couple of members in common, and there's always the Brotherhood of Robins the teams have in common too.

    There are ways the two teams differ a lot though. Titans Tower is a good example -- it's bright, it's big, it stands out on the skyline of the city and it's a great big letter T. That may be more a reflection of the difference between being Metropolis-based and being Gotham-based though. On the other hand, Titans Tower is not usually as busy as it is today, with a constant stream of pizza delivery companies driving into the parking lot, and a crew of volunteers passing boxes of pizzas through a hole in reality with Grand Central Station on the other side of it. There are two positives to this: 1, Donna is keeping her promise of buying everyone at GCS a morale-boosting takeout meal tonight, and 2, Tim and Jon are going to have a quick journey back.

    Unless of course this is just another symptom of the 'Wonderland Nonsense' that has been inflicting Metropolis of late. Jon and Tim may have spotted a few people with butterfly nets on the way through, hunting Snarks.

    Metropolis is weird.

    One or several of these could be the cause of Donna being late to the meeting. Perhaps it's something to do with the fact that the Titans apparently have the actual Mad Hatter from Wonderland in a holding bay right now. Or perhaps it's just because Donna is always late for everything.

    She does however turn up eventually, with a cheery "Hi Red! Hi Jon! Catch!" The 'catch' is not a greeting, it's a warning, as she throws a metal cube about six inches on a side, in Jon's direction. Fortunately he doesn't need to test his reactions, as it's only in the air a few moments before quad copter propellers spin up and it settles into a gentle drifting motion around the room.
Terry O'Neil "Sorry I'm late," Vorpal comes in shortly after Donna, "There's a steady stream of people shoving pizza GrandCentralStation through my Rabbit Hole and I needed to make sure I could keep it open while my attention was elsewhere..." the Cheshire says, sitting down at the table, looking like he's not exactly all the way there. "Just as long as I keep reminding myself, it'll GrandCentralStation stay open."

He raises a hand, with a bright pink ribbon tied around his index finger, "See? Just gotta GrandCentralStation keep it open! Anyways. Hi!" he waves at Tim and Jon, a little distractedly.
Tim Drake     As the Titans begin to arrive, some familiar faces and some not, Red Robin breaks off briefly from his conversation with Jon to nod at them, in turn. Though Sarah's comment, and then Hank's follow-up, earns a proper pause.

    "...It was a gift. And better suited for stealth, in any case. Not as many places for a proper shadowy loom in Manhattan, believe it or not," he explains, after a moment. At least he didn't bring the (Definitely Not Cursed!) sword with him today. Then they'd realize he's *also* copying Damian.

    Then Red Robin clucks his tongue at Jon. "Guess I'm not giving you an invite, then."

    Like the Archivist at his side, Red Robin gives off the sense that the last few days haven't been exactly enjoyable for him. There's even the faint edges of bruising showing from underneath his domino mask which is no longer capable of hiding the deep shadows under his eyes, or the especially pale tint of his skin at the moment. It's just that he's engaging in the time-honored Robin tradition of being quippy to cover it all up.

    He glances over to Vivian when she offers to provide visuals, and he nods to that, gratefully. "Please," he adds, too. It might be a shock to some that he's come empty-handed, but then again it's not like the Titans need to see his profile of Caitlin Fairchild.

    Really, nobody needs to see his profiles of anyone. It'd probably just make them uncomfortable. A little too much like dear ol' Dad in that respect.

    His weight shifts from one foot to the other. "I'll leave any and all beating-of-sense to the Titans. She won't listen to me, I'm sure." Red Robin says to Kaida. Then he nods to Donna, and doesn't quite flinch when she throws something at them, but he has a microsecond-longer of a delay in his reactions that might otherwise be normal for him. Though after he just peers up at the drone, gaze hidden behind the white-out lenses of his mask. "But we do need to--hello, Vorpal, and thanks for your help with transport--figure out what we're going to do about her."

    Red Robin looks around the room, pausing to consider each Titan present. Then he blows out a breath and folds his arms over his chest. "Have any of you tried to talk her out of this? Do any of you think that will work?"
Sarah Rainmaker Sarah Rainmaker would sigh at Red Robin, "She can be talked down to some degree. She's willing to listen at least to some level. She didn't attack me while we were talking at least as I took no aggressive action at her nor did she when she was attacking another, so long as they tried to approach her and were not aggressive to anything else around. So on some level seh's reachable emotionally and realizes who and what we are and what is going on. She's reachable.. But I'm not sure necessarily how to use that to break whatever hold is held on her. If it's logical then you need to convince her.. And if she's already smoothed out all discrepancies and think it's the full truth.."
    She would glance at Vivian and then go on. "She's clearly been altered since then. I'm.. Not as fluent with her physiology but what she demonstrated was well above what she was previously capable of so she's had significant enhancements to her powers and likely her skills." Sarah's tone is flat over as she would go on.
    "She can possibly be outfought but that will be of at most temporry benefit on a battlefield given how creative and skilled she is. Defeating her and removing her.. Will have her fighting the entire way and looking for a way to escape and having those that have conditioned her pursuing to retrieve her. It's highly unlikely you will be able to incapacitate her conventinoally and remove her. At least not without breaking the conditioning that.. Michael has put on her."
    Sarah's in denial. Michael's conditioned Caitlin. He's tricked her. He's controlled her. She's in denial. And.. Something else in her posture. Something very.. Very stiff and uncertain.
Jonathan Sims     Jon blinks and reaches out, and... might have actually caught the cube if it hadn't started drifting. "Thanks, Donna," he murmurs. "Hello, Terry, Kaida, Sarah. Ahh..." He eyes Hank and Vivian for a moment. He hasn't met them, and he adds, "Dr. Jonathan Sims, the Archivist. I'm leading the Manhattan resistance against the angelic invasion."

    He goes to find a seat, and says, "Caitlin's been granted power by Michael. I wouldn't say 'altered' any more than Gaea has altered me. Flight, strength, maybe magic, she has a sort of... telepathic aura that inspires zeal and devotion in others. But unlike Sarah," he nods to Rainmaker, "I do not believe she has been conditioned, in the slightest. There are /many/ people who have flocked to Michael's banner. They /believe/. This is, for many of faith, the culmination of two thousand years of eschatology preaching."

    He sighs. "Never ascribe to 'conditioning' what can be more simply explained as a difference in viewpoint. To presume that Caitlin would /never/ do this were she in her right mind is to... misunderstand how these things actually /work/." A pause. "If anything, Caitlin may be accidentally conditioning others, through her aura. It's... a difficult thing to turn off, if you don't realize you have it."
Vivian Vision Vivian Vision glances at Donna and Terry as they come in. Terry gets a slight raise of her eyebrow and then she shrugs. It's Vorpal after all. This is just... Well normal is not the word. But it's not a shock.

Portions of her mind have split off to trawl through all relevant accessable data. Even if no-one requested a holographic real time map it wouldn't hurt to put something together. And it keeps her mind occupied on something productive rather than dwelling on her lack of practical magical or mystical knowledge.

There is however a request for visuals. So her holographic matrix puts together a map. It shows the most angels are in Hell's Kitchen. Then Inwood, followed by Turtle Bay, and finally Morningside Heights. With smaller groups all over the other districts of Manhatten except for Murray Hill which seems to be clear.

She also puts up a side screen with a publicly known official biography on Caitlin. "In theory it would be possible to shunt her to a location she's incapable of causing harm. While gifted there are some places she can't return from without a significant delay." There's a few beats of pause before she adds "That is of course assuming that she is not mystically anchored to this dimension."
Kaida Connolly A look over at Viv and then at the others and Kaida listens. She talks a lot when she's in a room but she is often capable of listening. She shifts in her spot uncomfortably at this talk of a friend being willfully doing this. She spent a great deal of her life listening. When you're a mouse, it's very easy to hear others talking.

"It's not so simple." She looks to the others and hops over on to the table and looks at them, "I saw it recently. How she spoke and how she acted and what Michael can do. Putting her off the field to some other dimension? Michael will find her. Brainwashed? Nah, she's in her right mind." Kaida nods her head, looking down and then she clears her throat and looks up.

"It's Michael." She states simply enough and looks to Jon briefly before looking to Tim.

"We're looking at Caitlin because she's our friend but it is Michael. He's the key. He preaches about unity of purpose. About having a greater plan. Manifest destiny. Divine right." She shakes her head, "He's no different than the early United States, Britain, or any other people who claim divinity guides their hand."
Donna Troy     "Cait is not under any kind of mental control," Donna says. "Kaida's quite right. It's Michael, not Cait. The problem is that we are fighting an enemy who is trying to do something fundamentally good. Cait sees an incomplete picture -- she sees only the good end, not the terrible route Michael wants to take to get there. That good end coincides with the nature of her deeply-held beliefs, and questioning it means questioning her deeply-held beliefs. She thinks that what Michael is doing will lead to a perfect Christian paradise on Earth, with no pain, no sin, no evil. This is her conclusion, the necessary conclusion from beliefs she has had since a very young age. "

    "Michael doesn't even claim what Caitlin is saying. His words to me about it were 'She may be correct'." She gives a shake of her head, and takes a seat at the table. "If you're thinking about how to 'save' Caitlin, you're looking at this wrong. If you're thinking how to fight her, you're looking at this wrong. I doubt Michael would manipulate someone to the degree most people think Cait must be being manipulated for this end. I think he'd consider it wrong. If she doesn't /choose/ to be his champion, she doesn't have free will. I suspect that it's important to him that he has a champion on his side who has chosen to be his champion, rather than a champion he has chosen. It may in fact be a part of the rules of their 'game'. "

    "We need to help Caitlin to see the bigger picture, but that means challenging her world view. Just saying 'Of course I'm right and you're wrong, use your eyes' has never worked in a religious debate before, and it won't start working now. She needs to start understanding the inconsistencies in Michael's plan for herself, and she needs to see that what he is doing is incompatible with what she truly believes. Then she will abandon him, and I suspect that will be a huge blow to his plans."
Terry O'Neil "Very much so, Scatology is full of shit. It's all doop-be-dee-doo-doo-doo." Vorpal snaps his fingers, "But in all seriousnessgrandcentralstation I tried to talk to her. I tried the guilt angle, because she's Catholic and I went to a Nunsense school, so I speak that lingograndcentralstation," he taps his finger on the table, keeping that ribbon in view. "It didn't work, but I did apparently get her P.O'd enough to shatter something. I herad it grandcentralstation with these ears o' mine grandcentralstation, " he flicks an ear.

"There /is/ an old abandoned Russian base on the moon /grandcentralstationgrandcentralstationgrandcentralstation/" yes, do not think of the moon too much, Terry, not with a Rabbit Hole open out there "-with enough trickery, could Rabbit Hole her over there. Unless she's learned to breathe in a vacuum and fly at the speed of a shuttle, she'd be stuck up there until someone came to get her grandcentralstation grandcentralstation- just a thought. Mostly because if we have a showdown with Michael grandcentralstation it'd be good to have Caitlin otherwise occupied. But Michael is the key."

"He glances at Donna, "He is the keymaster, and Caitlin is the Gatekeeper?" He pauses, eyes go wide, and then he says "No forget I said that mental image menta-GRANDCENTRALSTATION GRANDCENTRALSTATION. I tried to point to Caitlin that she was essentially throwing in with the team that is ok with my soul being one of those that get destroyed, because Wonderlanders are their own thing. I guess she probably weighed one soul versus quintillions in her belief and considered it acceptable. That's why it's scat."
Tim Drake     While the team around him debates the reasons for Caitlin's choices, Red Robin is silent. He's listening, certainly, which is given away by the subtle way he tilts his head to consider each person as they add to the conversation.

    But it's not his place. He's here to figure out what the Titans have planned, what they intend to do with their wayward teammate.

    He doesn't have any outward reaction until Vivian brings up the map of Manhattan, and that initial gathering of data points in Hell's Kitchen makes him take a step forward, peering intently at the holographic projection. After a moment, Red Robin leans back, mouth formed into a hard line.

    Briefly, his attention turns inward, but then he tunes back into the discussion.

    "I'm not really here to debate theology, don't worry," Red Robin says. "Though given what Michael has said and done in the past, I'm not sure how many of us would actually get to live in this perfect, sinless world."

    He shakes his head and adds, "Still, I hate that we got the Judeo-Christian creation myth and not the one with the turtles."

    To Donna, Red Robin nods. "I'm not here for either of those things. I want her removed from the playing field, and if that's not possible..." It's a good time for him to trail off. Terry brings up some good points, and he gets a nod too. "This whole thing started off with Michael murdering--well, he probably saw it as judging--sinners. And he's touted the standard party line when it comes to sins, so several of us in this room are out just based on that. How many of us here ascribe to a different worldview than Christianity? Or are "guilty" of so-called "sexual immorality"? I've been living in sin with my boyfriend but is that worse than being married to him? How far down does it go? Do they count women speaking in public as a sin, or swearing an oath, or--"

    After a pause to catch his breath and continue--at some point Red Robin had thrown away his stated intent not to debate theology and started getting worked up--he chooses instead to clear his throat.

    "Back to my point. If we can't remove Caitlin from the playing field we need to find another way to deal with her. Whether it's negating her usefulness to Michael or actively using her against him. I know that might not be easy for any of you to stomach, but as it stands she's one of the biggest threats we're facing right now."
Sarah Rainmaker Sarah Rainmaker would clos eher eyes, "Red Robin has a point. we're not going to convince her on the battlefield. She needs to be in a circumstance where we can talk to and discuss things with her. There are too many unknowns in a fight and.." Doing something to put Caitlin at risk is the part that.. Well, removal of the amazon from the battlefield eliminates it. So she goes silent, looking thoughtful for a few mometns and then closes her eyes once again. Forcing herself to breathe.
    "So.. Two pronged? We need to figure out how to safely remove her from a battlefield so she can be talked to. Next is figuring out what to say to her so we can convince her. So that means going over her psych profile, going over what notes we have theologically and philosophically.. Going over how she looks at and interprets data. It means having a plan to look at anything that's a weakness that we can use to pick it apart and expan dit. If we have to convince her.. Then we need to figure out what argument to use in advance."
Jonathan Sims     Jon gets up to go peer at the holographic map. "Oh, this is /brilliant/," he breathes. "Is there any chance this data could get duplicated somehow? Routed to Grand Central? I... have a credible threat against the base to consider, and... wow, they really /are/ just focused on Hell's Kitchen, aren't they?" He actually grins, eyes alight for a moment.

    Then he shakes himself, shakes his head, turns away from the map. "Actually, Red Robin... I've been thinking about that, and here's the thing--Michael /isn't/ just 'Saint Michael the Archangel,' nor just the Defender of Israel. He created the /universe/. He would have a role in /any/ mythos. I suspect my ancestors may have seen him as Horus and Lucifer as Set." He gestures to Donna. "Our discussion yesterday got me thinking, remember when I said Michael was sort of like the first Pharoah?"

    He turns to the others. "I think that's /very/ important to keep in mind. Michael is as he is because /a Catholic/ summoned him. Because America is a land /full/ of Christians and Jews and Muslims. Because that is how he is in the popular imagination of /this/ area. I think it would behoove /all/ of us to stop being so determined that we know what is going on, that Michael is wrong and we are right. Donna had a very, very good point yesterday--Michael and I? We're actually trying to do the same thing. We have the same goal. We're just going about it in different ways."

    He looks to Tim. "My suggestion is that the best way to do this is to stop trying to convince her that we're right, because we're fighting for the same thing. My suggestion is that we, perhaps, try to trick Michael into showing his true colors. Because he talks a good game about love and unity, but Cael Becker went to ask him to release me from the impending torture I'm to undergo at his hands, and he denied her. Scared her out of her wits, too. Show Caitlin that Michael is going about this wrong, and /that's/ how you get her to come back onto our side."

    He looks around and says, quite seriously, "I speak from experience here. I've been where Caitlin is. I've helped others come out from these situations. You /cannot/ convince her with logic or reason or talking. You /need/ to show her that the being she's putting her faith in is not what he says he is."
Vivian Vision "The Moon would be a terrible choice," Vivian points out. "She'd likely be able to construct an improvised suit and get to the Watchtower which has a teleporter connected to Earth. Far better would be an alternate universe. It's /much/ harder to construction a dimensional gateway than a space suit."

Of course it's also much harder to trap someone in another dimension. At least on purpose. By accident it seems to happen all the time.

"Has anyone pointed out to Caitlin that this makes a total mockery of the notion of free will? Believe in what we say is right or you'll get wiped out. It hardly sounds like the viewpoint of someone with the moral high ground..."

She blinks a few times. "To be honest all of the Human concepts of faith do not make a lot of sense to me. But then again I know exactly how and why I exist. Which is a luxury most organics do not really have." Except perhaps for the Amazons. Who she suspects have a lot more of an open dialogue with their gods.

As if to assist with her earlier point she projects another side display with an image of the Moon on it. Along with projections about just how fast Caitlin could travel without angelic enhancements in lunar gravity.

When Jon compliments the map she coughs. Clearly an affectation, why else would a synthezoid cough? "That's not really a single data point. I am watching through as many camera viewpoints as I can access and making the map in real time. It requires too much of my attention to maintain full time but I will try transmit updates and warnings when I can."
Kaida Connolly "It's not just that, Jon." Kaida looks at him and then looks at the others, "I heard his archangels. The ones that did something to me." She winces a little as she rubs her ears a bit, giving Terry a look before looking down and then she looks up at Jon and then to Donna briefly. She even glances at Sarah before idly pulling her tail around to hold on to it.

"Caitlin won't be simply stopped because Michael or some other angels can just bring her back here. If he can come back from blowing up repeatedly, he can bring her back here if she's just gone. It's kinda like Jon said though. We make him look like them arrogant, entitled and hyprocritical monster he is." She looks up at them, looking from one to the other before finally saying.

"The archangels, they don't all like him and they sure as hell don't agree with him. They do it because he's in charge. Because he's the leader. They do it because they don't see any other way out after millenia they are stuck and they know it in their hearts.

"We break that hold he has on them. We weaken him and we weaken the claim he has on Caitlin." She then frowns and looks down before looking over at Vivian briefly before clearing her throat.

"Christianity already believes in 'LIsten or die'. The choice is believe in God or go to Hell." She looks at Viv, "If Cait is going off the classic Catholic ideal? Believe or die makes perfect sense to free will."
Damian Wayne      "Sin. Fuck that noise." Calls a voice said from the rafters.

  To those who could see above the lights, would be able to catch a pair of glowing white eyelets peering above the rest.

  "Besides. Who are these assholes to say they are the correct? I sure as shit do not." A swift hop later and the cape billows out as Damian lands somewhat softly on the table, looking down at Tim. "Latent bisexuality aside, Red Robin, the goal here is to send them to the afterlife, Earth is protected. And we do not answer to them, or anyone."

  Robin steps off from the center table and steps up to an empty chair, after adjusting his tunic, he sits with his arms crossed.
Donna Troy     "I'm pretty sure that Cait thinks you'll be one of the ones who'll be saved, Terry," Donna says, grinning. "The poor woman. Like most Catholics, and probably most people of most religions, she has spent a great deal of her life coming to terms with a conflict between reality as she perceives it through her fait and reality as she perceives it through her life. Her best friend is in a same-sex relationship with the daughter of practically Satan, and she has accepted the existence of the Olympian gods and honors them. These are things she has already been able to rationalize, and I see no reason to think she's suddenly turned old-school fire and brimstone."

    "However, that means that she's used to /not knowing/. That's part of her personal faith -- that there are things that are not yet clear to her, that she struggles with. This is a crisis of faith for her. She will feel crowded if we come at her with logical arguments or attempts to undermine her faith. It will make her defensive and less likely to listen. So yes, I concur with Jon - whether by tricking Michael into showing his true colors or otherwise, we need to give her reason to change her own mind. Alternatively you can try teleporting her to the moon, but Viv's projections will show you just how pointless that would be even if Michael doesn't just snap his fingers and teleport her right back as Kaida suggests."

    Donna nods her head towards Tim. "Red -- I hear you're very good at locating people. I suggest you try to find the current whereabouts of a Father Pat. He was at St. Patrick's with her a few weeks back, but he may well not be any longer. A few years ago, when Caitlin was undergoing a particularly difficult set of challenges to her faith, he put things to her in terms that were more... open, accepting and just /human/ than she was used to getting from other priests she had known. I think he might be a Jesuit, I'm not sure. He sounded like a smart guy, and she trusts him. If he sees what we see rather than what Cait sees, he may be the best route to getting through to her."
Terry O'Neil Vorpal gives Tim a big ol' grin right then and there. "Dude, congratulations! Living in sin is the best. I've been living in sin with my boyfriend, too! Grandcentralstationgrandcentralstation." A pause. A quick look at Donna. "... okay, boyfriends, shut up Donna. Grandcentralstation."

He listens, in between mumbled Grand Central Stations, and then he pipes up, "So what you're saying is that we could divide and conquer grandcentralstation by finding a way to get the other Archangels to remove their backing grandcentralstation? Could work, if we could come up with some sort of grandcentralstation metaphysical solution for fixing the universe that didn't involve unplugging and plugging it back in grandcentralstation. Which one is the one with all the flowers, the bishi one grandcentralstation? Raphael, right? Maybe we could talk to him. Grandcentralstation."

"Alternatively, if we want to expose Asshole Michael to Caitlin, grandcentralstation, one of us could put themselves in the path of his cruelty, grandcentralstation. Deliberately be the sacrificial lamb, which would be very much on-brand to expose his emotionally abusive ass to her. Grandcentralstation." After a moment, he adds, "I already piss Michael off. I don't think it'd be too much of an issue to get him to maul me. Grandcentralstation. Father Pat is a good sort and a potential venue. I met him when Caitlin took me to midnight mass two years ago."

And here he tries something. He holds his hand up, and an illusion of Father Pat appears- a bust of him, to better show his features. "This is what he looks like-"

And then his cell phone rings. He frowns and grabs it, "Hello? I'm a--- Oh hey Mark. What's that?... the hole did /what/?" His eyes widen. And then he dismisses the illusion, "Sorry, sorry. Got distracted. Fixing it now."

He hangs up and offers an explanation. "Apparently the Rabbit Hole detoured and opened up somewhere in Patagonia. Or at least that's what it seems like since the fricking /Andes/ were in the backgroud... okay, /focus/. Grandcentralstation. Grandcentraltation..." His phone beeps as a text arrives. He glances at it, and then gives a thumbs up. "Grandcentralstation."
Tim Drake     "I reject wholecloth the idea that what Michael intends is in any way good or just. It's not just his methods that are wrong, but his end goal itself is abhorrent. The inherent chaos of sentient life cannot exist in the vacuum of the painless, conflict-free end that he wants to bring about."

    Again, this is going entirely against Red Robin's earlier assertion that he wasn't here to debate religion. But maybe that was an inherent flaw in his plan, given the nature of the invasion. And Vivian's mention of free will earns her a rapid-fire series of agreeing nods from him.

    Then Red Robin's frown deepens. "So long as sentient beings exist, there will always be pain, sadness, discord. It's a concession to free will. You take that away and what remains isn't living, it's just..." He shakes his head. "Puppet theater. And maybe that's what Michael wants. How much less trouble would we be if we couldn't do anything but go through the motions?"

    At this thought, a furrow begins to develop in his brow, above his domino mask. "Maybe that's an angle to..." he mutters to himself, glancing up sharply at Kaida. Red Robin is shortly after broken out of his contemplations by the voice from above.

    "Robin," he greets with a professional nod, and then a less-professional twitch of a smile in his brother's direction. "We're in agreement."

    The video feed from his domino mask captures all of the information on Father Pat that Donna gives, as well as Vorpal's quick illusion of the man's features. "Not sure you'll approve once you find out he has a dog," Red Robin offers as a quick aside. "I'll look into this priest, see what I can do."

    "Some of you have already spoken to Caitlin. Does she communicate regularly with Michael? What do you know of her direct relationship with him?"
Jonathan Sims     Jon shakes his head. "Going after the archangels isn't going to work. They're /already/ working with us. But, no, they don't do it because they don't see any other way--they do it because they /literally cannot disobey his orders./ They'd be destroyed if they tried. They don't work like we do, they don't have the /choices/ we do."

    He rubs at his face. "That's precisely what I mean, about not presuming we know what's going on. I keep talking to people who are convinced they know how things work, how this will all go, what the angels /really/ are, the key way they'll fix this if only they can talk to Michael or make a run at him... and I'm on the ground, I've been dealing with this from the /start/, and I'm only /just/ starting to get a handle on what's going on."

    He shakes his head again. "Everything you're talking about, we're already doing. We have archangels helping us, including Raphael. Michael's /already/ slated me to be tortured in response to what I did to him. Nobody else but me needs to be a bloody sacrificial lamb here." He /glares/ at Terry. "Nobody else is doing that, do you understand me? /No one/. You don't know what it's like. You don't know what he /does/. None of you, /none/ of you, except Red Robin, have /seen/ what Michael will do to people. He mind-controlled people into nailing themselves to bloody crosses, then killed them and left their ghosts there so I could experience their deaths first-hand. And every single one of them was convinced they /deserved/ what they got." He slams a hand on the table. "I will be the /last/ person Michael hurts if I have to ban every other mortal from Manhattan."

    He glares around. "And before you suggest someone tell Caitlin? The only survivor of that business /did/. And Caitlin told her maybe /she deserved it/. That's what you're facing here. /That/ kind of faith." And yet, he swore to protect her, and wants to befriend her. He genuinely does.

    He suddenly puts his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. Closes his eyes, as his shoulders slump. "He wants to fix the universe, Red Robin," he says in a soft tone. "The universe is broken. It has to be fixed. I think I know how to fix it, once I die. Convincing Michael that's good enough... well. That's probably my job." He shrugs.

    "Father Pat seemed like a good man, the one time I met him," he murmurs. "That... is probably the best idea I've heard all week, finding him." All the anger's drained out of him, all at once.
Sarah Rainmaker Sarah Rainmaker would shake her head, "I've only seen her briefly so I can't state much." Sh would take a breath, "But.. Having MIchael do something seems the consensus nd more effective." Then Sarah's going along and ever, ever so thoughtfully looking through things and then going..
    "It can be me. I would be more useful psychologically to dangle out. You're needed for the fighting and you're a friend." Her mindset thoughtful over. And as Jonathan would go on about what Michael would do, has done..
    "Have him do it to me. I've.." She would muse over, then not elaborate further over and cross her arms. "I'm capable of going through it and if you can trigger specific responses in front of Caitlin.. It will.." There she cuts herself off over and would gaze up at the sky for a moment. Just upwards..
    Thens wivel her head around, "IT's a good plan. Particularly if he can be made to snap in a way that shows him for what he is when it's triggered. So use me for it. I'm expendable if it comes out wrongly and I won't upset the plans if it doesn't work. And you don't know me all so it won't upset you if it doesn't work."
Hank Hall     Hank's been silent this entire time, listening and not saying much. He hasn't put much truck in religion for a long time, but he grew up Christian. "As much as I am all for throwing down and taking names... if these things did create the universe, pretty sure they're beyond our paygrade and anything they do is for their own reasons." He frowns and looks at Donna and Terry and then the bust of Father Pat.

    "If he can manage to get through to Cait long enough to expose Michael's inconsistencies, this Father Pat sounds great but," he starts ticking off fingers, "one, we need to find him and two, he's going to have to come at it in a way that is more than just spitting opinions. If she's blinded by sheer belief facts won't do shit to sway her..."

    He looks at Sarah and shakes his head. "No. You're not. No offense, I barely know you, but unless you can somehow subvert -dying- I don't think single person in this room is 'capable of going through it' save the man with the plan there" he points to Jon. "Outside of him none of us need to go out and get ourselves put into coffins just to trigger a 'response' for our friend." There's a griding of his teeth and he looks to Donna. "There's been enough dead Titans buried already. Setting up a fucking graveyard just to get Cait to listen won't do a damn thing."
Kaida Connolly There's a pause as she listens to everyone, hearing them before she glares at Jon and points at him, "Then write a damn book and share it!" She glares at him and puts her hands on her hips, "I'm startin' from scratch on a lot of this and we're all doing our best to come up with ideas. You've been in it from the start?! Good! Write it all down, type it all up and spread it all around but there's already two sanctimonious assholes running around the city.

"One is an ancient angel who wants to rewrite reality and the other is my friend Caitlin. That's the limit!" She states and then points at Damian, "Stay off the table, that's for tiny people. I don't need to be made to feel smaller." She then points back at Jon, "And just because you are chosen of Gaea or WHATEVER, doesn't mean you get to decide who gets hurt." She glares around at people, "NO ONE GETS HURT ON PURPOSE!" She huffs and stomps a tiny foot.

"I am very small and I hear a lot and I see a lot and I know one thing for certain. EVERYONE THINKS THEY'RE RIGHT!" She sucks in a breath before looking back the way she came and walking away, "So don't get all upset when someone does because your'e gonna spend your whole day upset." She then looks back, "And you won't win any one by telling them they're wrong." She shakes her head before hopping off hte table, "I'm hungry and I'm tired and I'm sick of this DAMN TWITCHING EVERY TIME TERRY SAYS GRANDCENTRALSTATION! I'm going to get food and go to bed."
Damian Wayne      Damian's left hand starts to twitch, his fingers tapping his palm on his left hand. Watching Terry do...weird shit and Jon going off on an angry tirade. "It's the only time we are in agreeance, Red. Glad you stopped using my gimmick." He says, before that hand stops twitching. "Just tell me what needs to die."

  "You obviously have not worked with Bats for very long" He comments to Kaida, before joining back in on the conversation. "So, let's do whatever to get these things the fuck off this planet, and let's get it done as soon as possible."
Donna Troy     Donna gives Jon a /look/. It's not obvious what the look signifies, only that it signifies. It's one of those kinds of looks. She raises a hand to Sarah, patting the air in a 'bring it down' gesture that's rather more clearly indicative than the look she gave "Jon's right," she says. "We already have a solution for fixing the universe Terry, and it's called Gaia. I suspect that Michael doesn't need convincing that it's good enough, though I concur with Jon when he says that this is a more complicated situation than people are realizing."

    She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. "Look... Jon's seen this from more angles than any of the rest of us, so listen to him when he says he thinks he's only just starting to figure this out, that there are a whole lot more pieces to this jigsaw that we're not even seeing yet. So Kaida -- that's why there isn't a book, 'cos Jon /hasn't/ got the answers. He just knows enough to know how deep the pool is, when everyone else is standing at the shallow end and thinking it doesn't slope. On the other hand, Jon? Kaida's right. Just because the weight of the world is on your shoulders is no excuse for acting like the weight of the world is on your shoulders."

    Donna winks quickly at Jon before her eyes sweep the room, going from person. "Look. Just so you all get some idea how messed up this whole situation is, how it's not just about 'tell me what needs to die', I'm going to tell you all something that Michael told me that's probably going to come as a surprise."

    "Michael hopes that Jon will win."

    Donna lets that sit there a couple of seconds. "Why wouldn't he? Jon wins, and the problem Michael is fighting to fix gets fixed. That's what he's really after, Red. And if that sounds utterly deranged to you then congratulations, you're not an angel. And please -- let's just leave it at that for now, because anything else would just be wild speculation."

    "As for Caitlin -- she will turn her back on Michael. I know this, because I know Cait. That's not the problem, the problem is that could take a while. I will keep talking to her, but I know well enough not to try challenging her beliefs directly. If the rest of you want to help, the best thing you can do is remember, and remind her, that she is our /friend/. The more she is reminded of the patterns of her normal life, the less she'll be thinking in the abstract. Probably a good thing. But not even Hank or I, who have known her a lot longer than anyone else here, are going to simply /persuade/ her. If there's anyone who can, it's Father Pat. Hank -- there was a time, just after Doomsday, when Caitlin was so.... she was ready to turn her back on her faith, ready to walk away from the church. Then she met Father Pat, and he re-framed Catholicism for her in a way she could live with. He has already rebuilt her faith once. We just better hope he /does/ see things the way we do."

    "So I'm going to suggest a change of topic, because we could do with some good news in this meeting. Robin, Kaida, Terry... shall we tell Red Robin and Jon about how the Project Gozer test went?"
Terry O'Neil "Pffft. A dog's no big deal. I date Beast Boy. You can get him to play fetch all day and he won't get bored, and he eats me out of a roof. That's like a dog, right?" Vorpal smirks. But then Jon gets angry, and Vorpal raises his hands in a 'We Come In Peace Don't Shoot' gesture, "Okay, Okay, I was just thinking out loud grandcentralstation-"

A glance at both Robins, and then he addresses the formerly shorter one, "Donna's right, it's not a matter of dying so much as..." He gets a look on his face, thinking about how Donna explained it.

"Oh my god. Michael is the passive-aggressive Middle Manager from hell. Grandcentralstation. Think about it: His team fucked up. And now he is literally making the lives of his underlings a living hell so they go and fix it because all he knows is how to break things, shout and look good."

And then, he looks at Jon, "But Donna is right. You are under a lot of surface pressure--"

And, as it sometimes happens, something triggers his illusion power and a little Luisa Madrigal is suddenly on the table, singing:

~Pressure like a grip, grip, grip and it won't let go, whoa
Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa
Give it to your sister and never wonder
If the same pressure would've pulled you under~

He quickly sweeps the little Luisa away, "Sometimes my mind gets away from me. Grandcentralstation..." he stares at his phone, afraid that he will get a buzz to tell him the hole opened up somewhere in Colombia this time, but he seems to have managed to keep it steady. Whew. "... where was I-- Oh, right. Project Gozer. We were /very/ successful, Teddy Bear transformation and everything. The Belief Engine is extremely promising... although for some reason they were under the impression that /I/ was the one doing it. As if I would choose /Teddy Bears/..." he shakes his head. "But I believe we have some footage from the event. Right, Donna? Singularity took some?"
Tim Drake     The way that Red Robin leans against the chair that his replacement currently occupies speaks to some sort of development in their interpersonal relationship beyond its previous hostility.

    "You might as well be saying 'my religion is right and should be the one you follow'," he says to Jon. "The Heavenly Host's presence is causing a massive amount of cognitive dissonance. People are trying to rationalize it so that it aligns with their worldview, which is instrinsically different from one person to the next. Would it be convenient if everyone where to set that aside and just agree with what you know to be true?"

    Red Robin shrugs one shoulder.

    "Sure. Yeah. But that's not how the world works."

    He glances over at Jon, lingering on the man, before he shakes his head. "Broken according to who, exactly?" Though he drops that line of questioning there, lest another debate begins. Red Robin can't quite contain the loosening of his expression when Kaida goes off on her rant, in place of Red Robin doing so himself. His mouth opens and then pretty much immediately snaps back shut.

    Which, really, is the only thing he can think to do, in the moment. He clicks his tongue, visibly irritated but not giving voice to it, and props one hand on his hip.

    He turns, instead, to Hank. "I'll find him." At the very least, Red Robin sounds certain he can. And then, to Donna, "So you're in frequent contact with her then?" he asks. This information is tucked away for the time being and he diverts his attention to...

    ...Well, now that song is going to be stuck in his head.

    Whatever Project Gozer is--beyond a pop culture reference that has Red Robin's brow furrowing in mild concern--he listens in. And quietly, to Robin, he says, "Batman punched Michael in the face. You should've been there, it was sick."
Sarah Rainmaker Sarah Rainmaker would just go to move to sit over to the side and sulk as she would look out a window. Outside, it is sleeting over and raining frozen snow on and off as the wind would be heavy. Nothing particularly brutal for the winter. Her eyes would lfash.
    the snow would suddenly come down horribly and brutally fast.. For at least a couple of minutes before she would shake her head.
    "Apologies." And it would stop.
Jonathan Sims     Jon tightens his hands in his hair as Sarah makes her offer, and more as Kaida yells about information. He takes deep breaths, holds onto Hank and Donna's words, manages to keep the shuddering to a minimum. But there's a moment there, when Sarah is offering herself up as a sacrifice, that the sheer /terror/ he's feeling spills out in an aura around him, washes over the group. A blip, and then it's gone, but it's a clue to how much he's holding in, just now.

    He opens his eyes in time to see the illusion of Luisa. "I like her outfit," he comments, idly.

    Her singing is absolutely right. He's under a /lot/ of pressure.

    "You're right, Donna," he murmurs. "I'm sorry, Kaida. I didn't mean... I'm sorry. I just..." He laughs, though it doesn't hold much humor. "You're not the one I'm mad at, at all."

    He looks to Red Robin. "It's not about /belief/. I just... Donna's right. I'd write a book on this if I could, but I /can't/. What I /can/ say is that as the Field Commander of SHIELD in Manhattan--/not/ Gaea's Champion--we're not looking for martyrs. I do not /want/ to hand myself over to Michael; I'm obligated to do so by a deal I made. I am saying that I cannot, as leader of the resistance, condone any extra operations that deliberately get anyone hurt or killed by Michael. I just... can't. Not in good conscience, not on Caitlin's behalf. She wouldn't want that."

    Then he sits up and says, "Broken according to several archangels /and/ Gaea. We are a 'vampiric' universe of sorts, destroying entire other universes to balance ours out. That's what this is about--fixing that problem. Which we've got a handle on."

    He looks around at Donna and Terry. "Yes, okay. Project Gozer. Teddy Bear transformation?" He raises a brow. "You turned them into teddy bears? That... must have been quite the sight."
Hank Hall     Hank shakes his head at the Robins. "Not sure you can -kill- an angel. Most things have to be alive to die. But if we need to give them hell to give other people time to do some heavy lifting on the magical front, I'm pretty sure we can handle that side of things."

    He arches a brow at Terry. "Teddy Bears? That's... you know that might actually be -more- terrifying than Kian's HGH and PED cousins." He was tangentially aware of Project Gozer and knew the objective, if not the methodology. "Does that actually render them powerless? Ineffective? I mean, pretty sure a deadly Care Bear Stare isn't what we intended, was it?"
Damian Wayne      "Probably right, Hawk. But my stance still stands. Fight. Dissent. Show them we don't go into that sweet night without a fight." Robin stands as Donna brings up the project. "So, Project Gozer is a Belief Engine Doctor Richards and a team of scientists concocted to change the angels by changing perception. If they arent believed that they are angels, then they become something else. Like choosing your destructor in Ghostbusters." Robin comments, and explains.

  Taking over the holo-display, Damian shows the footage from Singularity, showing one of the cherubs changed to look like Danny Devito. "We sucessfully changed one to a teddy bear." Robin looks back to Red, and smiles devilishly. "That's why he's the best, he's lucky that's all he did to that fucker." Damian's left hand starts twitching again, quickly, tapping on that palm of his. Before offering up a fist to Red Robin to dap.
Donna Troy "Jon is new to leadership Sarah," Donna says to the young weather-controller. "And he's dealing with some things that don't exactly make it easy. You and Terry both volunteered what you did because you are good people who would rather be in pain than see others in pain, and because it hurts you not to be able to make things better." Her eyes flicker to Tim's to catch his gaze a moment, and she gives him the slightest of nods, before going back to Sarah. "If he sometimes fails to see /your/ pain that leads you to offer such sacrifices because he is trying to pay attention to so many things at once, please forgive his oversight. Right now he is learning to tread water, and sometimes he misses the details. He's learning fast though."

    On the screen, the Danny angel is seen turning over the course of a couple of seconds into a teddy bear. It attempts to continue walking in a clumsy gait, and its rifle falls to the ground and it is unable to pick it up again. There's a jump cut and and three more angels arrive on the scene, two Powers and a Dominion. Suddenly all five start turning into teddy bears, with similar effects -- except in the case of the Dominion, who keeps shifting back and forwards between Teddy bear form and its original form. At one point the two Powers are seen attempting attempting to fire blasts of energy from their hands, but have difficulty elevating their boneless arms. Then the video cuts out.

    "Project Gozer works. The subjects appear to be limited to the physical capabilities of the form imposed on them by the Belief Engines. In the case of the Dominion, angels which appear to have significantly more free will, it is able to counteract the effect somewhat, presumably if it concentrates on doing so. We can consider the effect unreliable but debilitating to Dominions, probably ineffective on higher tier angels , but fully effective on lower ranked angels. This means we have the potential to shut down their grunt forces completely, so only the more serious angels have to be dealt with."

    "To function, the devices have to be able to 'see' the angels. Place the devices in a continuous ring of sight lines to make a perimeter they will be unable to cross." She raises a remote and guides the box she had thrown towards Jon back down from the ceiling where it has been buzzing around, to land on the table in front of him. "The mobile units add flexibility, but will be targets. Use only if necessary. The static units should be as well hidden as possible. Mobile units have a four-hour battery life, static units 18 hours, so they'll need power. Any USB power bank can be used if they can't be wired. We can let you take away six drone and eighteen static units right now and will keep fabricating more, but we don't have a proper manufacturing facility, just rapid prototyping. The Fantastic Four will also be able to provide units to you, and we'll give the design to anyone who can mass manufacture them for us. I think we can find people who could do that." She raises an eyebrow momentarily at Damian.

    "One thing we haven't really been able to test is how much contrary belief these will override, as nobody has yet invented a belief-o-meter. If you've got three thousand people in Grand Central Station, it's quite possible you'll need a fair few. We just don't know how many vague human beliefs it takes to override one absolute and unshakable computer belief."
Donna Troy "These ones are set with a default belief that angels look like lego bricks. If you want something different, we can program it in remotely. Just ask."
Terry O'Neil Vorpal ponders for a second, trying to maintain the hole stable. He is actively listening, and then he adds something after Donna speaks, "One thing that might be worth investigating is what would happen to an angel if it were two fall in the overlapping area of two engines set to contradictory beliefs."

"It might be worth looking into. Grandcentralstation."
Tim Drake     With Robin 4.0 backing him up, Red Robin seems unwilling to continue on with the debate about truth versus belief, etc. He remains pointedly silent, waiting for the conversation to transition, though he does silently lift his hand up to bump his knuckles against Damian's.

    "Punched him so hard he blew up," he says, quietly.

    The presentation on Project Gozer soon has him fully absorbed. Between first Terry's, then Donna and Damian's joint explanation, he lifts a hand to his chin. Behind the domino mask his gaze is thoughtful, considering. "Don't worry about the manufacturing," is all he says, offering no further detail.
Jonathan Sims     "A battle's what they want, Robin," Jon says in a distracted tone as he picks up the box and turns it over with long-fingered hands. "Not that I'm saying don't fight. But in the end... all of this is a holding action. Violence is what Michael /expects/ from us. He thinks we torture each other on a daily basis. He knows all too well we do not go gently into that good night. He is, in his own way, raging against the dying of the light."

    Donna's commentary about his leadership abilities makes his cheeks flush darker and he shakes his head. "I see their pain," he murmurs. "I know what it could be, if they go through with volunteering. I have to watch the results of it, every day. I won't be a party to deliberately visiting it on anyone else. I made a promise, that it ends with me."

    He shakes his head, and focuses on the video. "Clever," he says, with admiration in his tone. "Truly. Lego bricks sound perfect. Perhaps it will remind Michael of what he's supposed to be doing, that he isn't--maintaining the underlying structure of the universe. That would be... useful. Six drones and eighteen static...? That should be enough to cover the interior of St. John the Divine. That's the next wellspring we're defending, tomorrow. And then... how many could you have ready by Sunday?" He glances around at Tim.

    He looks up at Donna. "As I said, I have a credible threat against Grand Central Station. The wards Zatanna put in place will fail on Sunday, and Michael, for some reason, seems to believe we wouldn't replace or refresh them. I believe he's going to attack, probably the moment the wards fully drop." He taps the box, very gently. "Should my own wards fail, or only work on the highest tiers, these would be invaluable against the lower."
Hank Hall     Hank chuckles and nods to Terry. "Like the way you think Vorpal" he says, while adding, "Grandcentralstation." Just so the man won't get too distracted. "As for the rest? Well... I'm around, if you want a brick wall to stand in front of one of those bastards for an hour or two, I'm game."

    "And if you don't, I wish you the best of luck..." he pushes off from the wall and starts for the door. "I've got to get ready for my patrol. Night shift tonight."
Damian Wayne      Robin's eyes go from Red Robin to Donna. "I'll see if any Gotham contacts can provide assistance with manufacturing." Maybe...Wayne Industries? Either way, its an interesting proposition. With the not-so-subtle asks regarding how many could be manufactured by Sunday, Damian looks straight to Tim, his fingers tapping furiously now on their palm, anyone paying enough attention may see that there is someething going on between the two. Though eventually the tapping is less furious and just a steady pace. "Alright Hawk, good huntng." Robin offers up to Hank before nodding his way.
Donna Troy     Donna gives Tim a nod, followed by a tilt of her head towards Damian. "I'm not worried," she says. Half the funding and technology for the Tower came from Wayne Industries, and Dick /lived/ with the Titans for several years. It's a fair guess she know what manufacturing facilities Robins can get hold of when the chips are down.

    "We can do about another twenty by Sunday morning. The Fantastic Four I'd guess are manufacturing faster than we are already. Robin can see if he's able to get those Gotham contacts working on an early short run. "

    "I guess the new wards can't be erected until the old wards drop? Risk of interference otherwise. In that case it's a good chance Michael intends on disrupting the new wards, which means keeping everyone as busy as possible If I was him I think I'd be planning to throw a huge wave of grunts at you from every angle the second the wards are down to spread your defenses, then follow it with a heavy aerial assault to disrupt activity inside the defenses and damage the defense line at a predetermined point while doing so. Shock troops the take the weak point to break in and grab the warders. If that's the pattern he adopts, depriving him of that first wave of grunts with the Belief Engines will really mess up his plans. It'll enable you to concentrate defenders to hold off the aerial assault and meet the shock troops at a point of strength rather than weakness. But... well, never assume you've guessed the enemies plans. That's why we have the mobile drone units too."

    Donna puffs out her cheeks and stands, going to give Hank's arm a squeeze on his way out. The Caitlin situation is particularly rough on the OG Titans. "Unless there's anything else?" she asks the room. "The rest of the Gozer devices are in the lobby ready for you to take. There's probably still pizza at Grandcentralstation, but you're both welcome to stay for a meal here if you like. And Jon, remember... /ihiye asher ihiye/."

    Amazons are strangely scholarly bricks.
Terry O'Neil "Yes, there will be pizza at Grandcentralstation. So much pizza. Making sure of that. But we should have more nutritious food than just pizza. Like salads. At Grandcentralstation."

The Cheshire cat begins to stand, "I should go outside and... hand out umbrellas to the volunteers. And make sure to keep the hole open until the pizzas are there. If you need me tomorrow, remember, I am just a call away, Jon. And as far as Michael goes..."

He clears his throat, "In the words of that great Greco-Roman orator, Epictiddies: Futuantur si iocum de se ipsis non tolerent!"

And this is why scholarly bricks in Themyscira don't want to let Cheshires spend too long in the library.
Tim Drake     "The Roost's manufacturing lab can start knocking out units as well once I get the specs uploaded." Red Robin's hand drops to hang by his side. There's no tapping from his end, so whatever communication he and Damian are sharing must be one-sided.

    Of course, no one can see the keyboard displayed on his HUD, and the rapid-fire movements of his eyes as he composes his replies. It only took him six months to train the system to minimize typos.

    At Hank's departure, he nods and calls out a "Be safe," before pushing himself up straight, away from Damian's chair. Terry's the next one out, and after, Red Robin clucks his tongue. "Feles mala."

    His brother gets a parting nod, and then as an aside Red Robin says to Donna, "We'll keep in touch. Thank you for everything the Titans have done." Not quite an outright refusal to the idea of sticking around for a meal, but it's there between the lines.

    He looks back as he approaches the door. "That bad kitty is our ticket back to grandcentralstation," he calls out to Jon, and then off he goes.
Jonathan Sims     Jon shakes his head to Donna. "New wards are already up," he says with a smile. "You saw me working on them, in fact. They're not visible, though. My style's quite different than Zatanna's, so there's little worry about overlap or interference. If Michael has those sorts of plans? He is, I hope, in for /quite/ a nasty suprise." He /did/ say he was a competitive sort, himself. The idea of getting one over on his opponent is exciting, even if he doesn't want to see the archangel dead.

    He nods, and stands, taking the one box Donna handed over and sticking it into his cardigan pocket. "I'm going to evacuate the civilians, except for the militia. Probably starting after they've had pizza. It'll take a while to evacuate that many people, I know, and the teleporters will need breaks; that's why I want to start soon. Let Michael think we're convinced the wards will fall."

    He looks around. "Thank you for... everything, yes. I'm sorry; I know how hard this is for all of you. I'm going to make sure Caitlin survives this, I promise. One way or another."

    He smirks at Donna, then raises a brow at Terry. "We deliberately translated the Bible into English because a King wanted a divorce," he says, deadpan. "What on /Earth/ would make you think I could speak /Latin/?"

    Then he breaks into a grin. "A few of them /can/ take a joke, though. You'd probably like Uriel, and Raphael. Michael, well." He rolls his eyes. "/Ihiye asher ihiye/ indeed. One hopes he can change."
Damian Wayne      "Alright, back to Gotham then." Robin chimes in, before standing and beginning to leave. "I will be on standby tonight. Call of you need." Of course, splitting his to,e between the two cities is a little chore, but also gives him an excuse to leave when he wants to.

  He raises his hood as he walks out. "Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love, Grandcentralstation." as he passes the doorway.