Karla's Voicemail

[glacial_witch]

According to the explanation I have received, you will now leave your voice on this machine. Maybe I'll even give it back when I'm done listening.

Kiss kiss.

Or you can just contact me on a distaff thread which will be much quicker than this bloody thing.

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[blondecanary]

Left on Karla's voicemail, probably while she was at the beach:

"So did you survive all seven dwarves? Give me a call, I want to brag about crimefighting!"

[glacial_witch]

Karla laughed when she got that and immediately dialed back. "Nope," she said as soon as Dinah answered. "I didn't. And now I'm lounging on a tropical beack drinking My Ties. I don't know why they're called that, but they're delicious. This world's afterlife rules."

[blondecanary]

Dinah chortled, and settled into a seat in one of the student lounges near her Shakespeare class. "Poor you. Was it a nice funeral? I'm sure the kids are very sorry, and their moms are very glad to have them back. They'd probably pay for a nice flower arrangement. Or pour you a libation over your sunny grave." She shivered and sighed wistfully. "Your kids were so cute."

Which was even truer when Dinah didn't have any to make her crazy.

[glacial_witch]

"How come they couldn't pour me a libation when I was still alive?" Karla grumbled, leaning back on her lounge chair. "Maybe I would have survived. Cute yes, but I was not ready for seven. Not at all."

[Thanks for the notif, LJ]

[blondecanary]

"Awwww," Dinah teased. "Didn't their multiple fathers pick up the slack sometimes? Deadbeats." She grinned and sipped her mocha, putting up her feet on the coffee table. "I know that wasn't so much an option with Della or Rookie, but the others needed to take their turns."

[glacial_witch]

"They did," Karla promised. "But still. Small children everywhere. I nearly took to my bed with a headache and the vapors. So how are you, my dear? Other than childless and not in Hawaii?"

[blondecanary]

"Triumphant!" Dinah said, grinning happily. "And make-up free. We caught the saboteur last Wednesday night. No one got killed. And aside from one very angry Lithuanian model, no one else got hurt, either."

[glacial_witch]

"Congrats!" Karla cheered, raising her My Tie to toast Dinah from a million or so miles away. "I knew you'd catch her. Okay, truth time! Are you happier to have caught her or happier you don't have to spent five hours a day in a chair getting made up?"

[blondecanary]

"Happier to have caught her," Dinah said promptly, then admitted, "But not having to sit still five hours a day runs a very, very close second. As good as I looked, I don't know how anyone doesn't go crazy doing that for a career. Even if you do get to pose with tarantulas."

[glacial_witch]

"Spiders are pretty awesome," Karla agreed, "though not five hours of makeup awesome. How'd you catch her? Details, Dinah! How can I brag about you without them?"

[blondecanary]

"It's almost stupid, although at least I was looking in the right places, thanks to you guys helping out after the accident on the set," Dinah said, settling in to the cushions of the couch. "Most likely a girl, most likely someone really close to the competition-- I thought it might be one of the models, but there was no way to be sure. Then one of them, Eva, started acting weirdly out of character before we headed onto the runway for the final judging." She shrugged a little deprecatingly. "I wanted to be sure she wasn't on drugs, but when I did a little brush of a mind-check, it was very very much not Eva. The shapeshifter had already grabbed her and taken her place."

[glacial_witch]

"Ouch," Karla said, frowning. "What did you do? And where was Eva?"

And then another, Very Important thought struck. "How'd you do, pageant-wise?" she teased.

[blondecanary]

"I got to keep the boots?" Dinah laughed. "And who knows, I skipped out before the end, as soon as we found Eva and arrested the shapeshifter. She was stuffed in a closet in the basement, right next to the boiler. With an explosive," she added, more soberly. "I called Helena, she went looking for her, found her, told me, then I... um. Kind of had a girly fight with the saboteur, who really wasn't ready for it. I handcuffed her to the Craft table so Security to have their crack at her, and went off to eat burgers and kiss my boyfriend."

[glacial_witch]

"I can't believe you spent a million hours preparing for this thing and then skipped out before the end," Karla complained good-naturedly. "I was looking forward to telling Emma that you were a beauty pageant winner."

"Though I suppose kissing your boyfriend and burgers is an acceptable way to celebrate anyway," she added, not mentioning how much she'd like that option.

Her boyfriend. Not Kyle.

"What's gonna happen to the saboteur?"

[blondecanary]

Dinah snorted. "Modeling competition. And you can tell her I won 'most photogenic', at least. For what that's worth. I'm sure she'd just get more fodder for mocking out of me winning the whole thing." She grinned, then said, "It's especially nice when you can be honest with your boyfriend about what you were doing in the competition in the first place."

She sighed. "The shapeshifter is being held at Arkham, pending trial. The evidence is pretty overwhelming, and she's-- seriously unhinged. She wanted to be Eva Porizkova; just take over her life, and become her. So she'll probably end up in the asylum long-term, partly so they can hold her, and partly because she needs mental help." Dinah was quiet a moment. "I hope they manage to do it, but..."

[glacial_witch]

"Does Kyle know everything, then?" Karla asked. "I thought he still thought you were in it on a dare from Helena or something."

Karla was really looking forward to getting to break Kyle's brain a little bit when the time came. It was like the Fandom version of being the annoying little sister to Dinah's boyfriend.

"But?" she prompted. "You sound dubious."