Avoiding Past And Future

(61) Intermediate

October 28

If anybody thought team relations would be any better after the previous training meet up, they successfully deluded themselves.

They had another round of sessions with Dinah today. Nearly all of them had decided to leave pretty much as soon as they were done. All except a few. Kaldur had stayed to 'make sure everybody was okay'. Right. Sure. He most definitely wasn't staying because their resident trouble makers were staying.

They had made it their own personal game to see how far they could push Dinah until she called their session quits early. It was probably not the best thing to do, but any time she would not so subtly ask something that was either just plain insensitive or obviously just an attempt at getting personal info, they upped the ante. This time she managed a full 30 minutes before she ultimately gave up.

One day she'll learn she can't help those who don't want her help. Much less so when the 'help' provided wasn't what they needed.

Right now, Wally was in there with her. They knew he would bolt probably the second his session was over as Barry had a case for the both of them. At least Barry was still on the mend like expected, so there wasn't too much worry about him still running around with a wound to his leg. It did, of course, mean more duo patrols so he had back up just in case. Really, the wound was giving Wally more responsibilities he had been craving so it wasn't all bad.

They still hadn't managed to ask Frostbite about it in person. After sending Cujo over with a message, the chieftain had promised to make an ointment to help clear the wound of ecto-residue. Just as they suspected, Frostbite, too, figured it was the ambient ecto attaching itself to things it shouldn't.

Apparently that was quite an issue for ghosts, especially those who can't quite control their ecto-output. Danny had had issues in the past with other ghosts being oddly attracted to not only himself but also his friends. It was pretty likely that the ambient ecto from the portal and all the fighting in Amity was just like crack for Realm dwelling ghosts. High emotion situations are quite dangerous in terms of having such volatile ecto floating around. With Danny's recent re-use of his powers, and Cujo hanging around him so much, chances were high it was another situation like that.

The level of intent was up for debate but it probably wouldn't matter to anybody already hating them.

Conner was in the lounge, listening to his favorite sound. Tv static. It was somewhat of a surprise he was even out right now, all things considered. But with his room being right next to M'gann's, and with the Martian resting at the moment, he would make some sense he would give her space as to not accidentally awaken her telepathically.

Kaldur sat on another couch, not so casually keeping an eye on the time. It was quite obvious he, too, had somewhere to be. Yet, he remained in the lounge. Every so often he would pointedly stare into the kitchen as everybody's favorite boys were making a mess.

They had decided to try and make some homemade snacks for during their telepathic training later. Alfred would have never allowed it to be made in his kitchen, so the communal Mount Justice kitchen it was. They had a few trays and two bowls already prepped.

Phantom was hovering around the kitchen, kicking and throwing about a few bags of Doritos, much to Conner's annoyance. It really did seem like he was purposely being obnoxious about it, but it had to be done. Robin, on the other hand, was lining the trays with baking paper.

Once the Doritos were properly crushed, he circled back around to Robin. Pouring a bit of the crushed chips into one of the bowls, he snuck a handful into his mouth. Pouring a bit more out, he gave Robin the second handful.