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edit: Because of the history manipulations of a LMBP villain, the ruined clubhouse that was destroyed by yet a different super villain is now a largely abandoned building instead of a dusty old pile of rubble. Long ago left behind for bigger and better headquarters the old hangout gathers dust.
from the rubble of the old Clubhouse.. - Early posts in this thread were made during the era where the clubhouse no longer existed.
the old Clubhouse thread.. - Later posts come during and after the adventure when a timeline was created where the building is intact. ________________________________________________
Next time we'll have an even BIGGER bathroom! With a sauna, showers for four, TWO massage tables and a small laundromat! Supergirl robots are included in the budget (for staffing purposes only) and a wet bar for those who can show proper ID.
Any color scheme suggestions? Just what should the showcase bathroom of the millineum include for the Legionnaire with everything?
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Let me see....A huge yellow L should go in the centre, the rest of the building should be orange. On the lower centralised roof there should be a model of a fusion powersphere (with outward sticking global "wands") and a funky new LSH flag fluttering skyward on the roof near the cruiser docking bays....
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A huge yellow "L" stands in the center of a shallow reflecting pool surrounded by a carefully tended Winathian garden.
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<as he had when he had arrived at Shark Lad's tank he feels a distinct crispness, a clarity that signifies he is in his natural present>
<he ponders the significance of this place for a moment>
Why here? All of my other stops, with the exception of Shark Lad's tank and this place were places I had a personal connection to. There is something out of place with these two...
<shakes his head>
Figure it out later, Ex... you've got to get past just one more of these and you're through.
<searches through the garden and finds the spot. He digs up the ground at the base of a patch of Imskian violets and finds his target... the eleventh timepiece. He winds it and places it back in the dirt>
<he closes his eyes and calms his breathing>
All right, Nihil, it's now or never... focus... you can set the final destination... everything depends on it...
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Under the ground an electronic lock receives a signal and snaps open. A hidden panel slides open in one of the Thoonian anti-gravity Oak trees exposing a ramp that travels deep into the darkness.
A shadow slides over the entrance and moves downward joining the deeper blackness below.
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<departing from his Orrery, Phineas fades into the garden surrounding the clubhouse rubble, one femtosecond into the future>
<he closes his eyes and senses in his mind's eye the eleventh chronometer, buried under the Imskian violets. He focuses his will and projects his energy toward it... and, again, projects it backward in time. He opens his eyes>
Another wrong has been righted.
<he scans about for a sign of his quarry, and suddenly spies the anomaly, TripleG. Phineas relaxes, lets the wave function collapse and emerges into the present. Feeling like having a bit of sport, he shouts across the rubble>
Ho ho ho... Gay Green Giant!
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His bike parked on the grass triple G stops at the underground entrance. He hears his name called out and looks around to spot a fellow dressed in antique clothing, well cut and fit from quality material. Turning away from the secret entrance to the underground he waves his hand behind him and the door slides shut.
"Nice. Is that a genuine Shirtwaist? You must have a great tailor, I don't recognize the work must be somebody new in town."
He moves carefully but non-threateningly toward the newcomer who had called out to him.
"I see you know me but I don't know you. Do you need some help? I'm a little busy right now but I'll do what I can."
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But the true irony is that... in this new world... the one of Phineas' making, I'm the only who does.
<closing his eyes, Phineas lets forth a mental blast, imparting to TripleG the new reality>
That's right, Bob... take it in. Let it wash over you. In this reality you are not the renown Gay Green Giant. The Primary Color Gang has never even heard of you. All that you've done, all that you were... never happened.
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He narrows his eyes as he watches the actions of the stranger, watching every move, constantly scanning the area for signs of trouble.
"What's your game buddy? You know this area's restricted to members only. You wanna see the LMB Clubhouse you have to come by during standard business hours like everybody else. Move along before I have to call the cops, ok?"
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<phineas looks at the suddenly restored clubhouse, grins, and speaks with a just the slightest hint of facetiousness>
Oh... heaven forfend, good sir... I shall be on my way. I just wanted to catch a glimpse of the great heroes who risk their lives daily in defense of our Legion World.
<phineas turns to go, but just then the doors of the clubhouse open as a meeting adjourns. A throng of LMBers exit, none of whom have ever existed prior to this point>
<he can't contain himself, and begins laughing manically>
Ha, ha, ha... DARK LARD, you are a genious... it worked!!!
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Iron Dog walks up to Mike, "Hey, you up for a plate of ribs?"
"Yeah sure. I'll be there shortly, I just got signaled for a meet up."
The noisy heroes file past chattering to each other. He smiles at them as Mini-Kramer, Stone Hopper Kid and Wealthy Lad all load themselves into a limo.
"Leave me a space to park will ya?" With that he shrinks out of sight and rockets skyward.
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