Kara's JamJar Dressing Room Retroactive Resolutions Skips Day One Say What

[iamsupergirl]

[ Hello, Star Labs. Welcome to a new day. A new year.
Plus one bright bubbly smiling Kryptonian face. ]


Good morning everyone, Kara here.

So, Barry and I and Alex were having this conversation last night -- and you know Barry and I are the right ones here, right? About how everyone makes resolutions, and-or should, because new better year, new better you? What with it being the new year and all of us getting to be here, I think we should share our resolutions.

And then we can help each other keep to them, too! And if you don't have some, you can make retroactive resolutions right now, or we can help you find one or two.






(OOSL: Feel free to take this how you like. It's handwavily into everyone being used the being here, getting to come back and forth, know the fourth wall is not a thing. Leave lists. Leave comments. Threadjack at free will. Come have all the fun everywhere. I might not get to be around much until tonight, but have fun.)

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[thishouseisbitchin]

[ He's had visitors, but none of them have stayed more than an hour or so beyond Joe, and he thinks (somewhere in that temporarily altered brain of his) that he is probably frightening them. There is not, really, a lot that he can do about it.

So he continues to draw, to chat at people in the room. And people not in the room. Eventually something will snap him out of it. Right? ]

Red. Dead. Fred? No. Don't let him turn you into a little wooden doll.

[bringstheheat]

[Mick sits down with his beer, elbows resting on his knees, drink held loosely in one hand between them.] No kid, I ain't nobody's puppet anymore.

[thishouseisbitchin]

[ He frowns, drawing another 4 box-square. Then a starburst. ]

No strings.

[bringstheheat]

[His eyes flick to what he's drawing.] No strings.
Like Lenny used to say.