Being a superhero is amazing...

( House of M aftermath retrospect )

[Action]

Most of her day's been spent doing the normal activities. Taking Lucky for a walk, dragging him around with her as she staples advertisements for nightclub positions on trees all around town. She's already recruited Elrich to build the place - a decent sized building right near a couple of the stores. And when Billy's better, she'll recruit him to help do the interior design rather than dare let him slip into a depressed slump. She's had enough of that already from him back home, thanks all the same.

But there are other jobs - permanent jobs - that'll be needed in order to have things run smoothly.

Around lunch, she'll stop at the coffee shop (still with Lucky in tow) for a break. She stretches out on one of the booths by the window, people watching rather than reading the book on the table in front of her. That evening, Kate can be found at the Battledome, testing out some of the bows Clint left behind.

[Video]

It's not until night that she opens the journal again. Sitting on her bed, dressed in a white tanktop and purple pajama buttons, she absently scratches the mutt's head. The feed is set to video and she forces a grin on her face.]

Bored? Looking for a little bit of gainful employment? Then I've got the job for you. [Grin, grin, grin. She's absolutely trustworthy, Luceti. Not to mention determined and stubborn.] For all those of you I haven't had a chance to meet, my name's Kate Bishop. I hail from one of the many Earths represented here. The same one as Billy Kaplan and Teddy Altman, in case you've met them.

[Because it's always good to have people who can vouch for you. She lifts her hand from Lucky to wave it in dismissal, earning a mildly irked look from the dog.]

But that's all beside the point. I mentioned jobs, didn't I? With all the crazy space opera drama going on lately, if there's anything this place needs, it's a little bit of fun. Yeah, we have a bar. But what good is a bar if you can't dance? Since Cloud Nine's fallen into disrepair, Wanda Maximoff and I have taken it upon ourselves to offer you - the lucky citizens of Luceti - a brand new, even better option. Cloud Nine 2.0. Or something. We're still working out the kinks in the name.

So, this is where you come in, Luceti. There's only so much Wanda and I can do on our own. And though we've got some great people helping us now, we're going to need permanent staffers. I'm talking DJs, soundguys, bartenders, waiters and waitresses. Hell, even a bouncer or two if things get rowdy. Think of the perks. Free alcohol, a chance to give back to your community in the most entertaining way possible. A break from the ennui that doesn't involve war and death.

Interested? Contact either myself or Wanda for more details. There are signs posted all around town in case you need the reminder.

[She places two fingers to her forehead and gives a quick salute. Lucky glances up at her and then at the journal, before resting his head back on his front paws, disgruntled by the lack of attention.]

See you there. Hawkeye, out.

action - for Zatanna Zatara and Billy Kaplan;

( Okay, to say that this so wasn't what Kate expected to wake up to was an understatement. )

video/action - A Shot in the Dark;

[Sometime that evening...

Showered and cleaned, dressed in normal clothes, and finally clued in, Kate sat at the counter in the coffee shop sipping at a vanilla latte as she stared at the book. It wasn't exactly Ninth Street Espresso but hey, at least it contained caffeine. For what seemed like the umpteenth time, she flipped through the journal pages yet again before finally giving in and turning on the little camera.

She held up the mug in a quick salute and gave a quick, wry grin.]

Y'know, as prisons go, this one's definitely going to extremes to keep up the masquerade of resort village. Shops and restaurants and night clubs, oh my.

So... what exactly do people do here for fun?