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[Mingle] The First Official Meeting of the Young Adult Club

WHO: Nida
WHERE: House 16
WHEN: Evening/Night Monday the 14th
OPEN TO: Mingle: Open too all young adults (22 and younger); Older may show up but expect a testy Nida.
WARNINGS: Young Adults Partying, Possible: Underaged drinking if people bring stuff. If your thread changes ratings, in subject line and DM me so I can update.

The message goes out over the Network Sunday evening.

'Young Adult Club, First Meet-Up/Party Monday night. First house after the Jail/Barn. Bring Snacks If You've Got Them To Spare.'

Invitation sent in general, The rest, now, came down to Nida. Good thing he had someone who knew how parties worked was right there too. Rinoa turned out to be a pretty good resource. He learned there were a few important things to do for a party. Three major things were needed: music, treats and games. Unfortunately they couldn't do much about the former, so instead Nida employed his housemates in trying to make sure the latter two were covered.

The Nibbles

The easiest person to go to about food turned out to be Seifer. Of the three of them the blonde had somehow ended up as the defacto chef of their house when it came to important things like this. What this meant was a variety of easily made food, things like a plate of half-dollar sized pancakes for easy munching or dipping into other things, fried potato edges, even a quiche that Seifer had managed to whip up, not that Nida even recognized what the whole thing was. While it wasn't as impressive a spread as the New Year Eve party had (or perhaps even the forge gathering) it was clear that the three had done the best they could with the skills two mercenaries and a formerly sheltered young woman had between them. Hopefully treats from other people would help with the spread. Personally, Nida was hoping to steal some of the fritatta Seifer had made in their cast iron skillet, but guests came first of course.

The Games

Games. What even were party games? For that one the center spotlight had gone to Rinoa's planning efforts. Nida had scrounged in the inn's shared supplies, borrowing a set of playing cards and a Jenga set. Not that he really knew what the latter was. The cards went to the dining room table with some extra chairs borrowed from an unoccupied house, the Jenga onto the coffee table, and Rinoa's peakitten Julia got shuffled into her room to prevent her from knocking over the wooden blocks yet again. Nida was tired of rebuilding.

Introductions

They're all new here, they don't all know each other, so Nida and Rinoa encourage people upon arrival to start out simple. And all you have to do is say your name and three facts about yourself. Or, if you're feeling mischievous, two truths and a lie. Can people guess the truth of the matter about you? Or do they already know you well?

Quite Spaces

Frankly Nida wasn't sure how he felt about opening their house to so many people, and with the living room, dining room and kitchen all prepped for use, he realized there was one other thing people could need. A place to talk quietly or just have group games. As he was the only one of the three of them that didn't have much in the way of property and could give up the whole concept of privacy for a bit, the back bedroom ended up having a note pinned on it with a kitchen knife.

'Quiet Space for Your Use - Do not have sex in my bed please'

With his staff stored in the basement and his tiny journal and pencils stored out of sight on top of the standing wardrobe, the room was perfect for anyone who just needed to cool down. Or have a private conversation. Good thing the house has electricity because that could be used long into the night.

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Steph just shrugs. She doesn’t want people freaking out over her just because she died, and she doesn’t want people getting all excited about going home and having to have it explained anyway. She has mixed feelings about the fact itself, and she doesn’t need everyone and their mother weighing in. Those mixed feelings have shifted from mostly ‘relieved’ to just ‘sort of accepting’.

"Not like we can do anything about it anyway."

Then she frowns, thinking how one might used to be a ghost. Or maybe just used to be a best friend, but it’s the ghost part that catches on a memory.

"You know... given Gotham and all, but I could swear a ghost tried to kill me once." Gotham and ghosts don’t usually mix.

Cissie can read between the lines. It's not hard to imagine how weird and awkward it must be to be in Steph's shoes, even if she knows she can't actually know how it must feel. She just knows that she wouldn't want everyone talking about and focusing on it, either, especially if she feels like it's a foregone conclusion. It's sad, but Cissie would hate any kind of sympathy or pity in her place, so she does her best to instead focus on the fact that Steph is here now and she can get to know her.

At least, she does until Steph mentions a ghost trying to kill her. Her eyebrows raise in surprise. "Seriously? Does that happen... a lot, in Gotham? I don't think I've heard too many ghost stories from there."

"No, as far as I know we don’t really get ghosts. Maybe she was playing a trick, or a metahuman or something. I dunno, I never saw her before or after that." She shrugs. It was a weird incident, vigilante or not. She doesn’t think it’s too revealing to share.

"Well, that's rude," Cissie says, frowning. "But I guess in a city like Gotham, you must run into a lot of people--or things--that you only cross paths with once or twice."

"Right? It's such a weird freaking city." She huffs a sigh. The Greta thing wasn't really that traumatic. Getting tied up and left in a building scheduled for demolition was worse, and that was just another kidnapping.

"Sorry, you were talking about your friend?"

Cissie blinks, and then laughs awkwardly, spreading her hands as she shrugs. "Well, that's pretty much it. She used to be a ghost, then she pissed off Darkseid and he turned her into a real girl and she wound up coming to school with me. But Wonder Girl came to my school too, so it's a weird place. Not as weird as Gotham, of course..."

Steph raises an eyebrow at that.

"That's an odd choice for revenge." Darkseid is usually about making people dead, not making them alive again.

But all that aside, she has a weird feeling about this story. It isn't hard to put her finger on- Cissie couldn't know that Wonder Girl went to her school if she didn't know the girl personally to start with.

"Wonder Girl, huh?

"Yeah, she told me she thinks he thought he was punishing her by removing her fancy ghost powers, but instead he gave her her life back." Cissie shrugs. She wasn't there herself, but heard the story afterwards from Greta and their friends.

Cissie smiles, thinking about Cassie. It doesn't occur to her that it would be strange for her to know Wonder Girl. After all, Cassie only came to St. Elias because her identity was outted and no school would admit her until Cissie threatened their new principal, using her fame and status as an Olympian in an idle threat--of course, the principal didn't know it wasn't possible for Cissie to change schools, which was why it worked. And eventually, Cassie left the school to create a new secret identity for herself.

"Yeah. She was actually my roommate for a while, but she had to change schools again. I mean, like I said, it's not Gotham, but... collateral damage can really suck. It always takes a lot more time to rebuild stuff than it takes for it to get knocked down, right?"

Steph keeps her expression only mildly interested. She doesn’t want to say anything outright that might raise the hackles on her new friend.

"Roommates seems like a risky choice for a vigilante superhero. Unless you were staying with someone who already knew your secret ID, I guess."

Cissie blinks, taken just a little aback on the secret identity comment... Until she remembers that Steph is from before her and Tim's time in the completely screwy time-space continuum, and realizes that maybe Cassie's ID wasn't known yet. There's also the fact that even with a known ID, some people just don't care about who's behind the mask--or in Cassie's case, the W. Still, the fact is that Cissie... knows. More than she probably should, and it's not fair to pretend she doesn't. So she shrugs, trying to think about how to approach this without freaking Steph out and making an enemy out of a friend.

"Well... Probably, unless your new boarding school doesn't have any single rooms. Or your secret ID is not actually a secret. Which was the case with my friend. She tried seventeen schools before St. Elias let her in, because no one wanted that kind of liability. To be fair, they didn't want it there either, but... I may have convinced them otherwise."

She's impressed, at least.

"Wow. I guess you have all sorts of connections, huh?" Explanations for which are not forthcoming, so Steph thinks she's probably right. Cissie is a vigilante too. If she knows Wonder Girl, does she know Tim? Not that she'd probably know his real name. He doesn't even share that with his girlfriends.

"You ever meet Robin? I heard he and Wonder Girl hang out sometimes."

Cissie opens her mouth, and closes it again, biting her lip for a second, considering her options. She feels like she's messing this all up, and that's the last thing she wants. She doesn't want to lie, or ruin a friendship because she didn't admit what she knew, but she also wants to respect Stephanie's choices and the decision to share her secrets with the people she wants to share them with. She shifts a little uncomfortably in her chair, and sighs, leaning forward to rest her arms on her knees and look at Steph. The least she can do is try.

"...It's possible I've met more than one," she admits slowly, watching her face carefully. "Here's the thing. Where I was, before? Wonderland? Secret IDs were basically useless. For one thing, everyone knew--or assumed--that no one remembered anything about our time there when they left. People left and came back and said they'd forgotten everything, so we didn't have any reason to doubt it, right? And Wonderland itself had a tendency to... take our worst memories and project them around, or revert us to younger versions of ourselves, or otherwise find ways to make it impossible to keep secrets from everyone. There was also... So, Wonderland pulled in people from all kinds of worlds, right? Some of them were fictional. And there was a library where you could read the books or comics or see the movies that were about the other people there with us. One of the first conversations I had there was with someone who knew of Superman as a comic book character, and she just... blurted out his secret identity, like it was common pop culture knowledge or something! It was so messed up!"

"I'm more wondering about before Wonderland." Answer the damn question, Cissie. Though the point about reading world history in textbook detail is pretty interesting.

"You'd think if she was paying attention she'd be more respectful than that." Of course Stephanie knows his secret identity. Can't know who any of her teammates are but the rest of the world is fair game, apparently.

Cissie can't help but laugh, even if it's a little humorless. "You would think, wouldn't you? She was a journalist. I may have chewed her out," she admits. "I guess the reason I brought up Wonderland is that... I'm used to secret identities being a Really Big Deal, but then there they really weren't, and now here I'm... not sure where we are on that spectrum. If that makes sense." She's really not sure it does, and she shoves her hair back from her face, and decides that the better way to go about this is to just say it. "As for before... Did you ever hear of Young Justice?"

Now what does that mean? She's not asking for anyone's names. She blinks for a moment, then shrugs.

"Depends on the person, I guess. I mean, I'm dead, so it doesn't really matter much to me." She doesn't need to know, is what she's trying to say.

"Yeah, I've heard of Young Justice."

Cissie gives an unladylike snort and spreads her hands in a shrug. “Yeah, I guess. But I can think of a few people who would care even if they were dead. I mean, care about keeping their IDs secret, regardless. Like—Superboy. There was the big, public funeral and then a private family and friends funeral, but the friends were just masked friends, and retired masks weren’t invited.” She clasps her hands together between her knees, and gives Steph an awkward smile. “...Young Justice was my team. A long time ago. I was Arrowette.”

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There are two bombs dropped in there, and it takes Steph a moment to decide which to address first.

"That... explains more than it doesn't. I'm sorry, Superboy is dead?" God, poor Tim. First his girlfriend, then one of his best friends?

Cissie grimaces. She should have remembered that Tim’s girlfriend died before Kon, not after. “Well—he was. But he’s not anymore. He came back, after a few years. So did... well, he was Impulse in Young Justice, then he was Kid Flash, and then he was the Flash for a while before he died, but. They’re both not dead anymore?”

Is this helpful? This is probably not helpful. What is this conversation and how does she fix it.

So Impulse's career really took off, then. Not surprising, if you're a speedster. Steph grimaces too.

"Right, I forgot. Big names never stay dead." Meanwhile the little people drop like flies, and nothing in the world will bring them back. Not her, not any of the people who died because of her.

Cissie knows and recognizes that bitterness. She’s felt it herself often enough. She thinks of her dad, and Tim’s parents, and Marcey, and she just shrugs. “We didn’t know they would come back. But... sometimes they’re not the only ones who do,” she says, watching Steph’s face.

Steph recognizes enough in that expression that she turns away from it. That's what people keep telling her. Maybe you aren't dead. Maybe you'll go back. Maybe everything will be sunshine, rainbows and unicorns. She's not sure that she wants to go back, but she sure as hell knows she doesn't deserve to.

"Sure, I guess there'd have to be others."

Cissie watches her, and her heart aches. She doesn't want to hurt her, that's the whole point of this conversation, but here she goes, putting her foot in her mouth and screwing it all up, like she always seems to do. She scrubs at her face, and makes a frustrated noise.

"I'm sorry. I'm messing this all up. I just wanted to... I'm not good with first impressions, my best friends all basically hated me when we met... And that also has nothing to do with anything, and I'm babbling like an idiot." Cissie shakes her head, grimacing.

"Steph, I'm sorry. I just wanted you to know... I know some things. That I probably shouldn't. Some of it because of Arrowette, and a lot of it from Wonderland, honestly, but some of it because if you didn't know Superboy died, then you're from a few years ago, from my perspective. And--Tim Drake was with me, in Wonderland. And he was still about fifteen, there."

Steph doesn't turn back to face Cissie until she apologizes a second time. It's not like it's that big a deal, getting all weird about Steph being dead. She's hardly the first.

But then her eyebrows rise. Cissie knows things? It doesn't occur to her what exactly Cissie might know until Tim's name is mentioned. Him being fifteen isn't important, he is fifteen. Something else makes her frown.

"Wait a second. Did he tell you? Because that would be so like him." She will withhold her rage until she gets an answer. Mostly.

Cissie blinks, her own eyebrows rising in surprise. Steph's reaction surprises her, for several reasons, but it's what she says that really catches her by surprise and leaves her confused.

"...Who, Tim? Tell me... what? Anything? ...Do we know the same Tim Drake?"

She huffs, but lets the annoyance pass. Tim hasn't been as bad about her secret ID lately as he used to be, and this new Tim is nice. Even if they aren't together...

"It took him ages to stop calling me by my name on the streets."

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