Shatterverse

[therighttime]

Steph is glad, on a daily basis, for how well-made her flak jacket is. Even if it's really too hot for it in summer woods of Colorado, there's plenty of pockets and a bandoleer that keeps the radio close to her jaw.

Which will make it easier to call in for back up, if whatever's causing all the ruckus on Babs' screen ever decides to show up.

In the meantime, it's a hell of a lot easier to take a hike through tumbled stone and beds of pine needles than it is to tromp through the Italian forest during rain, sleet, and stone.

Even if she'd prefer company in either locale.

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[tobeclosetohim]

Jo prefers a straight forward life, all things said. She always has.

Weeks and months where she's not think about the jackass who definitely isn't her boyfriend, nor any longer belongs to the category of isn't-maybe-or-maybe-is that looked so, somehow amusingly good once upon a time, before he was having a kid without someone else who, also, definitely isn't his girl friend.

Which is why she's sliding through the woods, tight jeans and clingy long sleeve shirt, quiet boots in the brush, a gun in her hand, and a knife not far from her reach. Because it's straight forward, and it's simple. Because she's fucking good at it, and it doesn't suddenly spin her upside down. No matter the world. No matter the job. No matter the creepy bastards she's ended up against.

Because, sure, civilization is still going on half the continent away, even though she's been gone enough weeks it could have burned down. Bab's would tell her if that happened. If anything worth anyone telling her was emergently necessary, and losing contact with her for another week or two was worth the cost, she'd know. But she hears nothin' but the rain, and the calls to send her new places. With the pauses that still consider breaking their tense, but managing, work truce.

Because she's got a job to do and she'd rather be doing that than anything else the pause could be suggesting she should.

[bestwehave]

Kara arrived suddenly in Iceland six hours ago, and was almost immediately distracted by a dragon terrorizing a few scattered groups of people on the east coast. She'd found it easier to fly each of those camping groups to Reykjavik rather than try and fight the dragon, and found that with its territory free of people, it seemed to calm down immediately.

Only then had she flown over to the States, where she could hear Barbara's voice coming over radio signals emanating directly from her parents' farm. Kara's been ignoring that for now, if only because this Barbara recognized her shape and spoke to her directly. Later, Kara will go to the farm and establish directly what's going on around here. But for now, she's been directed towards someone who might need her help, and she finds her in the Colorado woods.

"Hi there!" she calls out as soon as she's under the treeline. "Do you need any help?"

Kara's so used to being a feature in her world, that it doesn't occur to her that some people might not expect to see a woman in a white leotard and a red cape flying over their heads, much less be pleased to see her.