The first truth / long post is long
[The feed flips on to show the boring carpet of another apartment room, broken by a long expanse of tan thighs and a glimpse of gold metal panties. A few clicking noises are heard, and the video shakes a bit, alternating between visions of more carpet and then more leg. There is the briefest flash of something that should not be, on a bed in the opposite corner of the room, where Castiel is sitting. Clad in a gold bikini, he is wondering what is his life. And he's completely unaware that this is now broadcasting.]
[Suddenly the vid feed swings back and upward to focus on intense, ice-blue eyes. They narrow on the screen and those full lips purse unhappily, as Diana settles back to address it.]
To whomever may be receiving this signal-- I'm afraid I require some answers. Unfortunately certain local parties are proving particularly unhelpful.
[the feed swings back again to focus on the aforementioned man. He's looking up at the ceiling, and he mumbles in a rough, gravely tone:] I do not understand why You would have me in such an outfit. If this even is Your doing. What is the purpose of this?
[And back to an unamused Diana, who is just going to continue like that never happened.] I'm not sure where this is. I'm also not sure... why we all have to wear these outfits, or who put us in them. [The gold bikini doesn't bother her so much, but she does have to admit it looks rather odd on a man. And the thought of having been dressed by someone in her sleep is not a pleasant one.] Any information would be appreciated.
[Suddenly, she leans in close to the view screen, as if she can see to the other side through sheer willpower. Have a nice glimpse into bountiful golden cleavage, guys.]
If the person who is responsible is watching this:
I want you to know that whoever you are, this was a very unwise move. The Justice League will not stand for kidnapping, and I will find you. Whatever you hoped to achieve by this action will never succeed.
[There is a slight pause, and the vid swings to a view of half-ceiling, half-wall as a series of short, frustrated clicking noises filter over the comm. Then a voice is heard through the static.]
Who are you talking to? [It's the first time he's noticed what she has been up to. He approaches to stand near her side.]
[A surprised glance over; she hadn't expected him to move that fast.] This seems to be a broadcasting device.
Yes, I have one much like it. Have you figured out how to use it, then?
Yes. [A bemused pause.] In fact, it's working now.
[He stares at her, then the device for a moment. He then takes it from her grasp and places it against his ear. Enjoy the view of sideburns and cheek.] To whomever is listening, I do not find this outfit to be humorous. I would appreciate a return to more normal clothing as well as an explanation for why I am here. [He hands the device back to her]
[Diana just stares at him with a slight frown, then looks back at the device.] ...As the man said. [After a moment she manages to find the OFF button.]
[Suddenly the vid feed swings back and upward to focus on intense, ice-blue eyes. They narrow on the screen and those full lips purse unhappily, as Diana settles back to address it.]
To whomever may be receiving this signal-- I'm afraid I require some answers. Unfortunately certain local parties are proving particularly unhelpful.
[the feed swings back again to focus on the aforementioned man. He's looking up at the ceiling, and he mumbles in a rough, gravely tone:] I do not understand why You would have me in such an outfit. If this even is Your doing. What is the purpose of this?
[And back to an unamused Diana, who is just going to continue like that never happened.] I'm not sure where this is. I'm also not sure... why we all have to wear these outfits, or who put us in them. [The gold bikini doesn't bother her so much, but she does have to admit it looks rather odd on a man. And the thought of having been dressed by someone in her sleep is not a pleasant one.] Any information would be appreciated.
[Suddenly, she leans in close to the view screen, as if she can see to the other side through sheer willpower. Have a nice glimpse into bountiful golden cleavage, guys.]
If the person who is responsible is watching this:
I want you to know that whoever you are, this was a very unwise move. The Justice League will not stand for kidnapping, and I will find you. Whatever you hoped to achieve by this action will never succeed.
[There is a slight pause, and the vid swings to a view of half-ceiling, half-wall as a series of short, frustrated clicking noises filter over the comm. Then a voice is heard through the static.]
Who are you talking to? [It's the first time he's noticed what she has been up to. He approaches to stand near her side.]
[A surprised glance over; she hadn't expected him to move that fast.] This seems to be a broadcasting device.
Yes, I have one much like it. Have you figured out how to use it, then?
Yes. [A bemused pause.] In fact, it's working now.
[He stares at her, then the device for a moment. He then takes it from her grasp and places it against his ear. Enjoy the view of sideburns and cheek.] To whomever is listening, I do not find this outfit to be humorous. I would appreciate a return to more normal clothing as well as an explanation for why I am here. [He hands the device back to her]
[Diana just stares at him with a slight frown, then looks back at the device.] ...As the man said. [After a moment she manages to find the OFF button.]