#deoalexdanvers

[phoenixtouched]

just tell me what you need.

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Rachel's breath hitched. Tension in every part of her body - this woman, as nice as she seemed, had the same posture as the police she had met in the future. That same determination in her eyes. Rachel had to remind herself that this place was different. This universe was shaping in a different direction - it had to be. Even if Miguel still existed. Even if she still had the same nightmares behind her eyes. "Safety." The single word felt like the worst kind of confession, but it was raw and honest. The word pounding in the forefront of her mind. "Can't say I've ever felt that with any authority figure," she added, trying to brush it off as a cheeky comment.

[impulselantern]

“Do not make a sound.” // @deoalexdanvers

The fact that this wasn’t even the stickiest situation Simon had been in this week probably said a lot about his day to day life. Being pinned down in a DEO holding center he’d only come to in the first place to facilitate the transfer of the very prisoner who’d escaped to pin them down was, all things considered, a pretty bad hand to draw. But for Simon? It kind of felt like just another day.

“Oh, I’m glad you said that. I was going to start singing karaoke, but since you warned me...” His voice was a harsh whisper, low enough to avoid attracting the attention of the escaped convict but loud enough for Alex to catch it. Taking a risk, he peeked over the desk they’d ducked behind to catch sight of the alien. It was across the room, sniffing at the air and not looking in their direction... yet. Simon ducked back down with a sigh, gently banging his head against the desk in frustration. “Okay,” he said, “the bad news is, I don’t think it’s going to leave without eating one or both of us. The good news is, I have a plan!”

(You having a plan is more bad news, Simon, muttered the voice in his head that sounded a little too much like Jessica for his liking. Simon silently told it to shut up.)

[immortalweapon]

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(✉️ ➡️ Alex D.): Hey, I’ve got to ask (✉️ ➡️ Alex D.): What did Dylan think about the flying broomsticks?

[sharcarters]

(CARVED): for an action starter based on the newly animated decorations.

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Sharon was holding her side, feeling a bruise blooming on the side of her body where the last plastic come-alive decoration had hit her. "What the fu-" She hissed in pain, forcing herself to stand up as another group came into view. "Do you think they have a hive mind or some shit? How do they know where we are?" They had gone through two groups already - it was starting to feel ridiculous. "You get any decorations for Dylan?" Wondering if this was going to scar Dylan from loving Halloween when she was older. "I'd offer to bring over the talking ducks...." Sharon gave Alex a look as if to say, yes, that was exactly what she heard. "But they're assholes."

[sovietavenger]

“Do you think the spider decorations came alive too…?”

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Natasha had thrown out a few of their decorations out the window the second they spurred to life in their living room. She hadn't been much for decorating anyway, but Dylan was living with her and she deserved to have a normal holiday. Natasha had struggled with that before, trying to give a show of a normal, modern holiday. She had tried with Yelena and she had tried with Wanda - and Natasha wasn't sure if she was ever able to capture the magic that the television displayed. "Why do you-" Natasha sighed, leaning against the counter in the kitchen before shrugging. "Did you buy any spider decorations that we need to worry about?"

[anxietylanterncruz]

(THEY SPEAK): for OUR MUSES to find a talking animal of some kind.

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Jessica was exhausted. Every time she turned around, it was another pumpkin that was trying to hustle someone or kids, refusing to back down when one of the skeletons tried to take their candy. (Were kids always this savage?) "Do we get a break tonight? Can't the DEO just say stop?" Jessica was joking, but she wished that anyone had that kind of power so that she could go back to bed. "I get discounts at the bar three blocks away - if it's still open." But as she tried to convince Alex to take the rest of the night off, a bird landed next to them, hopping on one leg and looking at them expectantly.

"French fries?"

"Are you faking being hurt for food?" Jessica didn't pause to think.

"French fries or I'll peck you."

"Oh, my god!" Jessica took a large step back.

[firstxman]

(CARVED): for an action starter based on the newly animated decorations. // @deoalexdanvers​

All things considered, this was not the strangest situation Scott had ever faced. It was more unpredictable than he might have liked for it to be, but as far as strangeness went... He had been an X-Man since he was sixteen years old. His definition of strange was hardly on par with the average person.

Still, he could admit that pumpkins staging an armed robbery at a bank was far from mundane.

It had been natural to intervene, of course. He just... might have miscounted the sheer number of forces the pumpkins had amassed. Luckily, he had an ally of his own. He glanced towards Alex with a grimace, taking out a nearby pumpkin with an optic blast. “My wife is going to ask why I’m late for dinner,” he said. “I’m not sure how I’ll explain this.”

[impulselantern]

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There was probably a routine for this kind of thing. Simon was sure the Guardians of the Universe were anal enough to have some kind of book somewhere with every possible scenario that might ever take place written out in big, bold letters, and there was probably a whole chapter dedicated to ‘Halloween Spooktacular Bullshit’ or something along those lines, but he really didn’t want to get the Guardians involved here. He was pretty sure they already thought the Lanterns of Earth were doing poorly, pretty sure they were especially critical of his performance, and the last thing he wanted was to give them more ammo. 

So he looked somewhere else for answers. The DEO seemed like a safe place to start.

He pushed himself off the wall as Alex approached, meeting her halfway and gesturing to the city around them. “So, uh, what the hell’s going on? I fly in from ---” He cut himself off, not wanting to drop the ‘from my probably-illgal mattress in the Lantern Sector House’ bomb just yet. “From an important off-planet mission, and I find... All this shit? Does the DEO know what’s happening here? Because I’ve heard nothing from the Lanterns.”