TITANS - "Something's Not Right"

[Supergirl]

This did not smell as it should. She reached an orange-skinned hand into the fridge and pulled free the baggy cultivating the odd sensation in her nose. It wrinkled loudly as she opened it and peered down into the contents. It wasn't recognizable as food. It was a mass of some sort of semi-solid, watery mass of multiple colors and shapes. Pulling the box out of the bag and setting it on the counter, she opened it and pushed around the contents further. Hm. There was no true way to know until she tried it.

Starfire plucked up a fork, stabbed a mass of dark brown onto it's spear head and took a bite. 

Raven, standing just at the other end of the kitchen, wrinkled one nostril in disgust and stared in mute horror. Or, what would have been horror. For someone like Raven, it was a minute feature that barely registered as an expression unless you knew her well. The pale faced young woman stared at the alien and slightly lifted her set of thin brows. "I think the last time someone got chinese was a month ago." She watched Starfire chew the tough chicken around and her expression seemed contemplative, yet appreciative. Raven could swear the girl got more alien the longer she was on this planet. She shook her head, her stomach revolting it's once demands at a snack, and turned, heading for her room.

The redhead tipped her head this way and that, swallowing and taking another bite. This was an acceptable meal, perhaps it needed mustard. She turned, hovering to the fridge and taking hold the beautiful yellow bottle and squirting a hefty amount on the meal before taking her new found snack and heading to see if the TV was taken. Beast Boy had recently taught her that she should learn to play a game of volleyball more like the girls on the TV. He promised her it would make her a better player.

[looker]

Donna sat back in her her chair after placing the last strip of film in the CineStill chemical treatment. She had been in the darkroom for at least three hours. "Hera, help me." Her schedule had been botched after the last mission. The adopted Amazon no longer slept, but rather took long naps. It was straining her body, but luckily there was enough company to at least show off her new photo album to. "I'm starving. I wonder if the others have started lunch without me?" Donna huffed hoping that she could at least get a bite to eat. The rest of the Titans were always ravenous compared to her. She stepped out of the dark room and flipped her hair over to braid it into a ponytail. "Is anyone else hungry?"

[Raye Wayne]

Sitting down on the couch in the living room area with a open book held open in her left hand, and then with her right hand would reach into her snack from her bag of chips with a calm expression "No I'm fine," Says with a wave of her free hand after she heard the question. With her attention on her book in front of her, and obviously has not taken control of the TV while she quietly eats her bag of chip slowly. Lower her book down onto her lap for a moment as she turns her head to look at the female known Starfire with her snack in hand has made her way into the living room area. In her casual clothes of a black t-shirt that's covered over with a blue jean vest, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of mid-thigh height boots. While she has her raven black waist length hair tied up into a ponytail, and then wears a pair of black sunglasses for the whole identity thing.

[Dick Grayson/Nightwing]

Dick Grayson, known by the others formerly as Robin and now Nightwing, was not eating lunch with the others but rather focusing on incoming crime waves for the Titans. Leaning back in his chair with a narrowed expression he looked at the incoming crime waves, looking for anything out of the ordinary that the Titans need to focus on. He winced at the noises everyone was making, but kept his focus on the crime computer.

"A seemly ordinary day...not a fan of it." Nightwing muttered to himself. He would look over his shoulder every now and then to make sure no one was trying to fight each other in the Tower. "I'm good thanks."

[wallman]

The red headed speedster was, of course, always hungry, although he had enough snacks to last him for now he walked into the main computer room with Nightwing, crunching on a pack of chips. “What’s up Dick? I guess you’re too used to nothing being okay right?” He asked his best friend, standing next to the current leader of the titans. “I mean I get you’re used to constant problems in Gotham, but come on, for once, be happy that we can actually relax?” He suggested to the grown up Robin.

[Supergirl]

Starfire made quick work of the retired and now, mustardy Chinese meal and returned the contatiner to the trash before gathering up the volleyball and bouncing it off her elbows, knees, then to her head, and back down to her ankles. Once she'd made herself into a giggling, happy mess of doing so, she kept at it and floated around the tower, finding Donna first. "Donna! Let's play a game of volleyball on the roof, hm? The weather is kind and the sun is going down some, it won't be too hot! What do you say?" The ball made little smacking noises against her skin and she almost expertly kept it aloft. Games were a good team-builder, she knew. And this team, while having its goofy side, worked great in battle, but in anything else, they were not so well practiced. It wasn't that they didn't get along, it was merely that, in Starfire's opinion, they didn't do a whole lot together besides eat and fight. Most of them kept to themselves, reading books, practicing martial arts, sharpening something already sharp, planning defense strategies, playing video games...it just wasn't a whole lot that they actually did together. A team should have more to them than fighting, shouldn't they? Besides, this was a very large planet in some respects, there were more people on this planet that she'd never met. So those that she had, she'd tried to be friends with. It didn't always go great. But this team, these people, they were her friends. Her only friends. And more than that, she was an alien to this world. Friends went a long way when you're that isolated.

[looker]

Donna picked up Wally's voice before Starfire's. His mouth ran faster than his feet. "That's a great idea! Wally why don't you leave Dick alone and come join us. I think we all could use a little team building exercise. If you're too busy though, Dick, you're welcome to bring your work outside." She was pushy, but she knew she was doing the right thing. Her feet picked up and off the ground as she flew over to pull Wally away before he started a fire. Those blue eyes of hers intently looked at Wally's bag of chips then at Kori's volleyball. Why did she have to be such a goody goody? Diana was rubbing off on her more and more. "Let's see...two...Hm. Maybe Wally would like to score keep and Raye and Raven could have a team of their own? Does that work out?" Donna's stomach growled in agreement. How miserably embarrassing.

[Raye Wayne]

Close her book with her left hand to set it down on the couch next to her as she pick up her now empty bag of chip with her right hand. Stood up on the couch to reach over with her left hand onto the back frame of the couch to help support her hop over the couch. Walks over to the door to exit the living room area into the hallway to lead her to the kitchen, and then now over hears the other talk about volleyball game. Stops to hear her name mentioned “A what team?” Questions about what would work as she looked over at the female known Donna while she heard a stomach growled “Maybe you should get something to eat first, before you start a game,” Says kindly as she softly smiles and lets out a gentle giggle.

[Dick Grayson/Nightwing]

Dick paused for a moment as Wally spoke, his eyes half taken off the screen. Gotham and Bludhaven had constant problems, no one could deny that. For Gotham it was midnight that the worst happen, for Bludhaven it was different: it was twilight. When the sun was just starting to set over the small city is when the heaviest of crime tends to happen. Bludhaven was weird like that. Both cities have taught him constant vigilance. However, listening to the two of them talk he realized that in this moment he was Bruce. It made him clench in his chest. The whole idea of Nightwing, it's very existence was to be one thing:

Not Batman.

Dick sighed and switched off the monitors, rerouting emergency calls to the Titans handheld alert system and stood up. Stretching a bit from inactivity he turned to the group. "I suppose I could use some time off. What did you guys have in mind?"

[wallman]

It was the moment Dick stood that Wally patted him on the shoulder. “Good choice bud.” He said with the signature smirk before turning to Donna and Kori. “Why do i have the be the one who sits out and has no... wait, all girl volleyball, definitely happy to play referee.” He said, playfully winking at Donna, then Kori. “So, rooftop? Nightwing plays ball boy if it gets hit over? I like it.” He said, looking into the bag of chips he held, before holding it out in front of Donna, offering to share his snack with her.