[ The eyes staring into the feed are not pleased, not pleased at all, and a sharp shade of green - they're all that can be seen of a freckled face under a golden helmet. The rest of the outfit that can be seen is rather ornate, in shades of gold and navy blue, complete with a golden cape.

When he speaks, the voice might just be recognizable to some as that of Wally West, even through the depth that came with both age and the overlaying rumble of Nabu's magic. ]

Fate does not appreciate tampering with the natural order of space and time. Whatever chaos is interfering with the chain of events is also interfering with my magic, preventing me from otherwise ascertaining the nature of and correcting this error.

The fact that my host does not remember these events occurring already suggests that history is changing. Such damage to the flow of time must not be allowed.

[ IE. Wally's currently sharing his head with a pissed-off Lord of Order. ]

[Hey there, New Moore. Some of you might recognize this face. It looks a bit older, but this is Zatanna, from five years into her future. She is now part of the Justice League, she's come into her own powers, and she's pretty hot.

No, that first shot from her feed is not her boobs, be quiet.]

So, who's running the party around here? I can't find a definitive magical reason as to why I'm not back on the Watchtower. Not that I mind a change in scenery.

All I know is that I shouldn't be here.

[ she sets up the device and there's some oofs as she trips over something before she appears before you ]

Hey, like not to be a bother or anything, but is there any place around here where I can get a job or something? I can't exactly shop till I drop if I've got no moola, y'know?