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Today was the day. All the new recruits, even those who would not be as interested in joining as others (Constantine was very much as Jay had said. Perhaps he should have been a bit more conservative with his choice and gone with the new Doctor Fate) had supposedly shown up and were talking amongst themselves. It's a great feeling to know that he, the doddering old man who almost had the Society fall apart under his watch, could be so successful as to assemble a team with this level of power, skill, and care. It's still a work in progress. But now it's time for the official meet and greet to start. Alan sent the general signal to everyone involved, and the doors to the main chambers of the Justice Society opened up.

Alan was sitting in the main room, the one that had been the Justice Societies main meeting room. It was a large room, with the table that held the JSA's insignia that had been a gift from Carter so many years ago, but for the exception of the original Green Lantern the large circular room was empty.

That's because he's waiting for some possible new recruits. With everything that had happened: Blackest Night, the Clearwater Massacre, the Battle of Coast City, everything was telling him that more people would help. Be they younger heroes in need of some training or older ones willing to give expertise. Some of the names he had known, others were recommendations for current members (and one name in particular Alan smiled at, because how blind he was for not thinking of it himself).

So now he waited. The invites he sent were very straightforward. This was their option. he's simply hoping they did decide to stay. Each one would be a valuable addition to the group.

High in the atmosphere, a small green flame glows, unseen except only by those with the exceptional vision granted to them by satellites or genetics. The green light is stationary, and within that green light is Alan Scott. He uses the ring to reach out, trying very hard to contact the man he had been trying to get a hold of for a long time. he had sent several invitations, and all had been sent back because of invalid addresses. the man he looked for loved to drift from place to place, and was harder to pin down because of his skill with magic.

Still, Alan looked. The man could be an asset to the Justice Society, if only someone could get a hold of the man.

So here, high in the sky above the Earth, Alan Scott looks for John Constantine.

The Justice Society of America brownstone is a large, well kept brownstone in the heart of Manhattan. It's caretaker, Abagail "Ma" Hunkel, had decided to live here as the caretaker, happily serving the organization she had been a member of so many years ago. As she has aged, she has seen heroes come and go, heroes die and be reborn, and things go from normal to chaotic in a half second.

But Ma Hunkel didn't once shirk on her responsibilities. She was a Riveter in the darkest days of World War II, lived through the lambasting of senators questioning the Societies patriotism (Ma could proudly say she never backed down from Joe McCarthy). ma had even seen the day when her beloved granddaughter Maxine had found her place on the same team she had been on all those years ago.

But Ma Hunkel was still getting older. her bones were brittle with age, and she ached at times. So, when the doorbell rang to the brownstone entrance, Ma was having an episode with her right knee flaring up in pain.

So she called to a hero that she knew was there, just in the next room.

"Billy, dear, could you get the door? Our guests have arrived."

Tommy was trying as hard as he could to get his act together for...well, everything. the attack on his apartment meant that Tommy now has a very large target on his head. Freakin' immortal-cavemen-supervillian-apartment-blowing-up assholes...

And it didn't really seem to get better for the young man. He had insurance on the apartment, but the insurance company was claiming it was his own "incompetence" (They were just calling him stupid) that the apartment was now ruined. he had to fill out quite a few papers at the place he was staying at for the time being (a tiny studio apartment in the same building) to show that there was indeed a "metahuman act" that caused the damage. It was annoying, and if he hadn't worked on the paperwork he would be out a lot of money.

And now he was going to another place he was trying to get used to (but was having issues with): Grants Gym.

Tommy sighed as he pushed the small door inward, seeing the gym mostly empty except for the receptionist and a few very large (probably 'roided) fools on the weights. Ignoring the Neanderthals, Tommy put down his gym bag and began to slowly stretch himself out, trying to work out the many kinks he had developed while staying in the small apartment.

Tommy was not having a good day...

Alan stands over the large round table, the legacy of earlier times. Carter made it for the Society by hand, using the knowledge he had accrued over his many different lifetimes. It was a subtle reminder as to what was going on with his own line and the life of the JSA. he was getting older, and he would need to move forward in order to made sure the organization he helped found continued on, and not just through his children like how Infinity Inc was founded. They needed new blood and a new way of thinking, so to ensure that it was time to expand the Justice Society of America, even if it meant expanding in ways that it had not before.

But before anything could happen. Alan needed to consult the current members of the Justice Society. Concentrating on his ring, he found the frequency that the JSA radios ran on and began to speak.

"This is Green Lantern to all Justice Society members. Please report to the group room."

It was such a strange feeling for Alan: indecisiveness. But with the days work over, Molly busy at the Youth Clinic, and Jennie and Todd away, there was little Alan could do but think. Since his time in the Starheart and fighting the Anti-Monitor, he had been hoping on taking the JSA in a new direction. He knew he wanted to focus on one major thing: legacies.

As many of the older heroes like himself and Jay began feeling age, they would turn to their kids to take up their mantle. Jennie had at one point been a Green Lantern (although of the space-faring kind), and Todd was on his way to truly making a new place for himself in the world, Alan found himself in an unusual predicament: He was starting to see even some of the younger members of the community getting old enough to have children of their own.  His children were hardly of the age to be called children anymore, and with Donna, Dick Grayson, and Starfire recently having children of their own there was now a new perspective on the world.

Alan is an engineer by trade, so he is used to seeing the parts and mechanisms that create a whole. And what he is seeing now is a rare opportunity to be proactive in the world. The JSA was a family, for certain: Jay and Ted were all but Alans' brothers, and their families as familiar as his own.Before their deaths, all the founding members, from Wesley to Carter to Charles, had been extended family.

Many of the other organizations that serviced the heroes unique community, but they never seemed to fit many heroes into a cohesive whole. The Justice league was very much "the big leagues" in the communities eyes, while the Outsiders were essentially a strike force and the teen titans a way for younger heroes to get a taste for the community as a whole.

But where did the Justice society stand? For a while, it seemed so clear where they were: a multi-generational group that had a unified past and a unified future. But now, it seemed to be more tenuous than that. Sand left to run the Outsiders, many of the younger heroes have moved on to newer things and teams.

So Alan wracked his brain, trying to find inspiration for the new course for the Society to take.