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WHO: Diana of Themyscira and You!
WHERE: Heropa? Sure, let's go with that ...
WHEN: March 17, all day
WHAT: Diana's intro log, St. Patrick's Day edition ☘️
WARNINGS: Mild violence, and that's it!

one | morning

[ everything considered, diana of themyscira has handled her arrival well. even in this strange realm that is vastly different from her own world, where her search for ares must abruptly halt, there is slight solace in the promise of a new adventure.

she's explored quite a bit, and while some of her questions have been answered, many more have taken their place. in particular, a peculiar festival catches her attention, and her curiosity is piqued by each new sight. the color green is everywhere, and the voluminous crowds are a sight to behold. diana visits one of the stands, her eyes brightening at the vast selection of food.

with an intrigued smile, she accepts a shamrock shake that is offered to her, bringing the straw to her mouth. taking a sip, she widens her gaze at the taste. ]

Amazing. [ not quite like ice cream, but sweet and delicious in its own way. she glances at the vendor, her grin growing. ] You're very talented.

two | late afternoon

[ perhaps you encounter diana while she's out and about, sampling the various types of food on display. or perhaps you bump into her later during the celebration, when she lives up to her legendary name. "wonder woman" is certainly no misnomer, which she proves as the sun begins to set.

diana never surrenders a fight, nor will she abandon others in their time of need. a masked supervillain intends to crash the party — quite literally. an immense explosion erupts in the air, causing a giant decoration of a four-leaf clover to collapse on a nearby building, and her brow furrows in alarm. there's not a second to waste.

stepping forward, she dashes in the direction of the wreckage, swiftly pulling out one civilian after another. once she rescues them, diana charges after the panicked culprit, retrieving the golden lasso that rests on her hip. while she is also armed with the eminent god killer, that weapon won't be necessary.

the lasso of truth encircles the criminal's shoulders, and with a gruff groan, he's sharply tugged back before his body collapses to the ground. ]

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[The vast selection of food is also pretty much a hundred percent of the reason why Dustin's here, and also why he brought a sizable bag with him. He's now stuffing the bag full of shamrock cakes, green donuts, and anything else that even looks vaguely tasty. Occasionally he feeds free samples to this tiny creature sitting on his shoulder, and the two of them are having a pretty good time at the moment.

Then he hears a voice, and looks up at the woman standing next to him enjoying a shamrock shake. Is that...?

Dart trills, mostly just because he's pretty contented with his lot in life right now.]

I haven't tried those yet. [Dustin says, looking up at this tall woman like he's pretty sure he's seen her somewhere before.] Are they any good?

[ her gaze falls, drifting to both dustin and dart, as her warm smile widens. ]

They're wonderful. [ it's a simple, yet sincere, answer. diana lowers her hand, tilting the drink towards him. ] Would you like to try?

Uh, yeah!

[He takes the drink from her hand, and takes a sip. His eyes widen just a fraction, and he grins up at Diana as he hands it back to her and pulls out a few dollars from a jacket pocket, so he can get his own drink. And also a cookie.]

Hey, if you're looking for any more food, [and he waves a hand in the direction of a shamrock-bedazzled booth] they're selling four-leaf clover cakes over there. I bet it'd pair well with that shake.

[ diana's eyes widen slightly, and her expression brightens even more in enthusiasm. ]

We must taste those next, then.

[ she's a big fan of cake. well, all sweets, to be truthful. taking another sip of her drink, she turns a bit contemplative. something about the appearance of the numerous booths, as well as the various products they offer, piques her curiosity. ]

What an intriguing tradition — to have your food emulate plants.

[This weirdly familiar lady is his favorite person now.]

We do that a lot usually, but it's more special today 'cause it's St. Patrick's Day. [Also known as the day everyone wears lots of green and eats as much green things as they can. And also gets drunk, although Dustin steers clear of that.] It's not as big a deal back home as it is here, we don't make shamrock shakes.

[Judging from his tone, he's annoyed that it took him until now to find out these exist. Great job, Hawkins. Great fucking job.]

[ For the record, Overkill did NOT cause that shamrock-related incident. He's not at the stage here where he's up for causing mayhem. But he is, despite what AEGIS says, a hero, so he swings down from the rooftops, because it is time for action, which means finding someone to beat up. And sure, he pulls out a few victims in the process, but they're secondary. He's after the bad guy. Which means there is conflict time ahead, as this woman has the dude lassoed. ].

No time for your Wild West show. I'm taking him.

[ wild west show? while diana doesn't quite grasp what that means, she discerns his intention well enough. standing firm, she narrows her gaze at the stranger. ]

Where?

[ Overkill's jokes are only funny to himself, probably, even if she did get the reference. ]

For interrogation. He knows things. [THINGS. What things? Well, uh, something good. Just look at that guy.]

[ diana shakes her head, unyielding and protective. the culprit remains on the ground, the golden lasso tied securely around his arms. ]

He doesn't. [ believe her, buddy. she already checked to see if he knew anything about ares. she has her priorities in order. ] No harm will come to him.

[This is why Overkill works alone. People. And opinions. The worst. ]

He does. He didn't do all this for no reason and without help. [Come on. This level of mayhem calls for resources. Maybe not henchmen, but definitely resources.]

[ come on, overkill. you have to admit you'd both make one dynamic duo. ]

His heart has been corrupted. [ by the bloodlust of warfare. ] He's not in control.

[His eyes drop over the the guy, studying him. ]

His heart's fine. [Seriously. It's still beating, at least.]

Wait. Are you saying he's being mind-controlled? Hacked? [Now we're getting somewhere! ]

You should try their corned beef hash.

[Beth's one of the people all done up in green--a dress, a slouchy sweater, and cowgirl boots. This is The Best Holiday Ever, even if she's not a huge fan of the drinking aspect. She's got a little bowl of food in hand as she speaks.]

It's almost perfect. [And then, to the vendor.] No offense. Everyone likes their mom's food best.

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[ diana lifts her brow at the suggestion, her nose wrinkling as she offers an amicable smile. ]

Corned beef hash. [ she repeats, intrigued by the idea. yes, she must try it. ] Is that your favorite?

[She shrugs one shoulder.]

Not usually--but it's what you eat on St. Patrick's Day. It's a special occasion thing.

[ a special occasion, with such interesting traditions. yes, she's witnessed quite a bit of that here. ]

Is it green as well?

[ so much of the food at this festival is, after all. diana practically expects it by now. ]

Nah. Green meat is gross.

[She laughs. Some experience in this area, nbd. Beth tips her bowl so Diana can see what's in it--or what's left of it, at least.]

It's just meat and potatoes. It's really good.

[ her smile widens, and she nods her head in response. meat and potatoes, a familiar dish reminiscent of what she ate back home. ]

I did not realize they offered more than just sweets.

[ she's having a sugar overload here, not that she's complaining. ]

Yeah. There's probably soda bread around here, too. You just gotta find the people who're making Irish food, not just candy and beer.

[She nods her head toward the vendor she got the food from.]

Here, I'll show you. I'm Beth.

[Terry had also seen the explosion, but even with all the tech in his suit, he could only get there so quickly. He barely has time to land next to the building before Wonder Woman catches the culprit.]

Holy...

[It's Wonder Woman.]

Looks like you already got this handled.

[ he's not the only one who's surprised. even in a world where superheroes roam around often, it's not every day that you see a man dressed as a bat. however, diana simply tilts her head, regarding him with an amused smile. ]

Yes, though I appreciate the concern.

[She doesn't make a comment that he's wearing Bruce's symbol.

Interesting.]

Now that I know you're taking care of it, I'd say I'm more concerned about him. He's completely out-matched.

[ her expression softens, and diana shakes her head as she stifles a laugh. ]

There is no need to worry. He's safe now.

[ perhaps the criminal would dispute that statement. while the man appears unharmed, he lets out of a groan of discomfort. kneeling down, diana joins him on the pavement, then places a gentle hand on his shoulder. ]

Let me help you. Where is Ares?

[The man looks pretty confused at the question and starts babbling that he doesn't know any Ares.]

Uh, are you asking about one of your old villains? He's not here.

[At least, Terry didn't think he was...]

[ in the early hours of the morning, elektra's gym opens its doors and the woman herself goes for a quick walk around the city to her favourite bakery. no one can blame her for wanting to get in early, considering the lines this one's been procuring over the last couple of days for its chocolate croissants and chicken pies since winning some prestigious award in some unknown magazine. ]

[ with her phone out and a croissant in hand (pie for lunch, clearly), elektra's walking along the streets of maurita falls before she's almost sideswiped. isn't this the reason why people tell you to watch where you're walking? she steps out, slightly unbalanced but exaggerating it just a touch, and then back in to stable herself. ]

Oh, sorry. [ it's so fake your teeth can rot. elektra's never sorry for anything. she laughs, like she's embarrassed, ] I should've had my eyes up rather than down.

[ diana offers a polite smile, noting how something seems ... off about this stranger. not in an ominous way, but it's unsettling nonetheless. her brow furrows in both mild curiosity and concern. ]

Those devices are quite distracting. [ in contrast, sincerity shines in diana's expression. ] And the croissants do not help either.

[ she's been distracted by far too many pastries to count. ]

[ elektra isn't the kind to share a croissant she's half-eaten, so she doesn't. she simply smiles, and it seems to alleviate any tension. she carries so much on her shoulders that more often than not it's akin to one of her finer coats. ]

Distracting in the best and worse of ways. [ there's a lot of bullshit on there, for one. but with an easy glance toward her phone, elektra pockets it one-handedly, croissant remaining in the other. ]

There's a nice bakery two streets away. It's a little hole in the wall, but their pastries have a nice crunch to them.

[ that, ladies and gentlemen, is the equivalent to her offering diana her croissant. ]

[ meanwhile, diana misses this crucial love confession due to her momentary lapse of comprehension. ]

How can they sell pastries in such a confined space?

[ taking "little hole in the wall" too literally there, diana. ]

[ elektra's not the type to show and tell, just fyi. ]

[ she observes diana for just a moment, for once easily tapping into how she's feeling ... she smiles. it's amusing how she feels so genuinely confused as to what elektra has said. it's been so, so long since she's had any sort of "lost in translation" situations, and, rarely, are they ever fun. ] I don't mean literally. I'll show you, if you like. I don't need to be anywhere important.

[ everything that's important is elektra natchios jsyk. besides, walk trip! ]

[ when it comes to reliving the same day over and over again, raven's not a fan. when tomorrow finally becomes today, she's so fucking elated she's close to calling up all her friends and telling them yes, we fucking made it! but she's not that type of person. instead, raven goes to work at t-wrecks, and finds a friend she made over and over and over again stumble upon her. ]

[ huh. diana themyscira must remember she broke her phone and raven reyes promised she'd fix it over and over and over and over and over — ]

[ ugly brace still wrapped around her leg, raven gets up from where she sits in the little workspace she's renting. it's dirty and it's cluttered, but raven appears like she's at home with all of the mess. ]

Hey, Diana of Themyscira. You remember me?

[ it warms diana's heart to see a familiar face, even repeatedly by now. she never expected to call this realm her home, and the word still isn't apt. however, raven reyes has a kind soul, in addition to being brave and clever, which are admirable traits as far as she's concerned.

despite their numerous, repetitive encounters as of late, diana finds herself enjoying the prospect of spending more time with the young woman.

with her broken phone in hand, diana steps forward, as her gaze drifts around the room before falling on raven. ]

How could I forget?

Good answer. [ like a bird, raven puffs out her chest. how could anyone forget the marvellous raven reyes? even those up in space had to have missed her presence, the way her ego inflated the room and sucked out all of the oxygen. when she plummeted to earth, it'd shaken by the fact that she was finally here. ]

[ the stories raven tells herself are beyond legendary measures. having a healthy ego never really hurt anyone, even if it's secretly posturing for something else. ]

[ raven holds out her hand, fingers wiggling in a give it. ] You'd think Rewind Day would have been nice enough to fix what it broke. Good to know it lacks manners like this shithole.

[ "this shithole" goes beyond the shithole of her work space. ]

[ "shithole," just one of the many words that diana has recently learned from raven. contemporary colloquialisms never cease to intrigue her.

she hands over the device, lifting her brow. ]

That would have been far too convenient. [ she agrees after a moment, pausing to consider her leg. ] Are you healing well?

[ raven's grateful she has diana's phone in her hand, as she uses it as a distraction for the moment. she lifts it to her face and clicks at some of the buttons. although she's more accustomed to radios, space stations, and creating bombs out of nothing, it's a nice change of pace to feel like she's needed for something she's not entirely familiar with, not like she is with being a zero-g up in space. ]

It's healed. [ closed off is how she appears. having regenerative healing is great when it actually works on what she wants to heal. ] The best it's going to, anyway. Not like your phone which is going to look and operate like it's brand new.

[ she catches the change in subject, sensing raven's discomfort. it's not enough to stop her line of questioning, though diana does proceed with more caution. she won't shy away from a difficult topic, yet ... similar to how she handles everything else, she continues on, only with compassion. ]

I trust your capable hands. [ she steps forward, gently brushing her fingers across the top of raven's arm. it's intended as a gesture of reassurance. ] May I ask what happened?

[ raven doesn't jump, but she sure as hell feels like it. this place, despite being here for a couple of months, still has her on edge. when's the shoe going to finally drop that'll destroy the serenity this place has brought her? she wishes it finally would. meeting people like diana of themyscira is a happenstance she waits to implode. ]

[ negativity isn't a nice coat to wear, but raven's prepping to build a brace for each and every single negative thing that can come her way these days. ]

[ she looks at the phone in her hands, but her attention to it is gone. instead, it's in the crawl space beneath a drop ship. ] I got shot trying to save my friend.

[ she shrugs her shoulder. ] I deal with it.

[ her eyes widen, and diana recalls with vivid clarity that battle on themyscira. several of her sisters wounded by those strange weapons, and antiope — that moment, cradling her body within her embrace, still haunts her, even now. ]

I'm sorry.

[ her voice softens, though a part of her realizes that raven doesn't desire pity. ]

But you survived. Risking yourself for a noble cause. You should be proud.

[ she doesn't appear too proud. raven may puff out her chest and posture, but her injury has left her feeling permanently depleted. surviving that bullet wound, the surgery, the mountain men's drill, and then a.l.i.e. ... raven's beginning to wonder if she really did survive. ]

You need to build a brace and suck it up, right? [ she looks to diana, another shrug ready to brush it off. raven doesn't appear like she's going to fall into a depressive, moody slump over it. far from it. she'll rise above it, and she intends to right now. this won't be a moment to pity raven reyes, just as every moment that has introduced itself as a challenge hasn't. ]

There's worse things to turn grey over, like never being able to communicate to the idiots here again.

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