#Southern New Jersy

[undergroundmysteries]

Woodbine, NJ Man, John Dayton IV, Hasn't Been Seen Since January of 2022

John H. Dayton, IV went missing on January 25, 2022 when he was 55 years old. His last known whereabouts is Woodbine, New Jersey. #missing #missingperson #CapeMayCounty #CapeMay #FindJohnDaytonIV #WoodbineNJ #VinelandNJ #CumberlandCountyNJ #SouthJersey

November 7, 2023 — Underground MysteriesJohn H. Dayton, IV, 57, went missing in Woodbine, Cape May County, New Jersey on January 25, 2022.  On the day of his disappearance, he went to pick up his paycheck at Smokey’s Meat Market, on the 400th block of Washington Avenue, where he worked as a butcher.  He had been living across the street from the meat market in a boarding house, but he reportedly…

[secondgenerationnerd]

Princess

I’ve talked about this with a few people, but I just love it, so enjoy!

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With school out for the summer, Omega’d elected to stay at their tower. Milagro still leaves most days to work in the auto shop, Jon flying out to help Pa around the farm, but they keep to the tower. Training, patroling, catching up on paperwork. Needless to say, they’d run out of things to do within a week.

It’s been a painfully slow day for Omega. Colin stretches on the loveseat, dozing while the twins and Lian play a video game. Damian meditates in front of the open doorway. A summer breeze runs through his dark hair as he remains still. Jon and Milagro chat as they work on lunch. 

Non of them even flinch as a glowing portal opens behind Damian. Seven figures step through bickering amongst themselves.

“Ceridian, I swear to God--”

“People hated Jesus for telling the truth--”

“YOU LIVE IN ATLANTIS!!”

“OI!” Zachary glares at his teammates, “Unless you fuckers want demons joining us, shut yer traps!”

Ceridian and Matt ignore him as they continue arguing. Lucy skates passed them, Jania and Luca plopping down on the couch. Rolling his eyes, Zachary turns back to the open portal. 

“Nice quod et claude ostium aperuit stricta ad noctem.“ Bright blue eyes glow, the tempereature dropping for a moment as the portal closes. Damian had stayed seated, still in his trance. Lifting his hand, Zachary aims an ice ball at his friend’s back.

“Do it, Zatara, and your bloodline ends.”

To no one’s surprise, Zachary throws the ice ball, shouting, “Bloodline ends with me anyway! I ain’t having kids!”

“What are y’all doing here?” Jon asks, ignoring the fight by the door.

“Our universe is dead and we missed ya.” Lucy pushes Colin’s legs off the love seat.

“Lying’s a sin, Lu.” The redhead yawns.

“Even if I believed in God, alterboy, I’m Jewish.”

“I meant--Nevermind.”

“Epsilon’s coming over for dinner.” Mil looks at Connor, “In case you’re staying for dinner.”

“What are you making? Barbeque--”

“NO!” The lantern and half-kryptonian glare at Ceridian.

“Not until the diet southerner admits Texas style is superior--”

“Ma told me not to lie--”

“Says the kid of two reporters--”

“Hey!” Jai and Irey look back at Mil, “Leave reporters out of this!”

Matt snorts, “It’s what they get for using chicago style.”

The living area door opens before the twp sets of wests can argue....again. Mar’i fixes a sliver arm band as she strolls in, “Superbabe, can you help--”

“Woah!” Matt nearly falls off the couch.

Mar’i looks up and smiles at the other team, “Hey, guys!”

“What are you wearing?”

“Huh? Oh!” She runs a hand over the deep violet dress, Jon moving to her side, “New dress. Baby, can you make sure I’m laced up properly?”

“Of course.” Jon moves the cape as he finds the laces.

“What’s that for? Gala?” That’s all Luca or Connor could think of.

“No, bi-annual UN meeting. I’m the Tamaranean representative.”

“Why you?” Jania frowns, “Just being from Tamaran shouldn’t qualify you, right?”

“No, but being heir to the throne does.” 

YJL looks at Omega, expecting on of them to laugh. Instead...the team doesn’t react. Jon finishes the laces, turning Mar’i, “Perfect, Star. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, Superbabe.” Mar’i giggles as Jon kisses her cheek, wrapping his arms around her.

Lucy blinks, “Wait. Ya not about walk past--What do you mean heir?!”

Damian slams Zachary into the ground, glancing at the others “Surely you know what an heir is?”

“She’s from Jersy???”

Rolling her eyes, Mar’i adjusts the silver armbands, “Just because I’ve grown up in Jersy. doesn’t mean I’m ineligible for the throne. Also I was born on Tamaran?”

“So...you have a tile?” Luca guesses.

“Yep. In tamaranean, it’s,” Her natural accent thickens as she says something none of them understand.

“...Translation?”

Surprisingly, Jon answers, “Her Royal Highness, Crowned Princess Mar’i, Daughter of Two Worlds, Child of the Stars, X’hal’s Protected.”

“Aw, you remembered.” Their teammates roll their eyes at the couple. Jania clears her throat.

“If you two get married, will Jon be a prince?”

“Yep! Pretty sure the Earth equivalent is Prince Consort? I’ve been trying to convince him to make his title ‘Prince Superboytoy.’“

Jon snorts, “Easy, Princess.”

Zachary shoves Damian off him, flipping him the bird, “She doesn’t act like a bloody princess.”

“Oh? Then tell me, Mr. Zatara, how does a princess act?” Something in her makes the room go silent. “Does a princess sing and dance around, not a thought in her head? Marrying a prince to live happily ever after? My responsiblites, which I have been trained since birth to carry out, include representing Tamaran in the UN. I have to hope I am representing my people and their interests, which I’ve done since I was 8. Do not tell me how a princess should act.”

Everyone, except Jon, has shrunk back. The Tamaranean holds her strong gaze until it melts into a bright laugh.

“I hate when she does that fucking voice.” Colin grunts.

“The fuck was that?” Ceridian asks.

“Her princess voice. Fucking hate it.”

“Humans are fun to mess with.” Mar’i grins. 

Shaking his head, Jon pecks her cheek, “Behave, Princess.”

“Make me, Superboy.”

Jon raises his eyebrow. Leaning in to murmur in her ear, his hand slides around her throat. Whatever he says makes her blush and look at him. 

“Well, that is making me I suppose.” She kisses his cheek before turning on her heel. “I will return soon.”

“Jon, what the fuck--”

Jon waves Colin up as he walks back to the kitchen, “Don’t ask any questions if you can’t handle the answer.”