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[themysciradiana]

Diana touches down just inside the front door, coiling up her lasso and attaching it at her waist as she does so. Her hair is windblown and as tangled as it ever gets, and she runs one hand through it as she strides across the room toward Bar

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[makesthings]

Sameth looks up when she enters and smiles, she's one of the people he's missed talking to.

So he puts away his work and walks over to where she is, "Hello."

[themysciradiana]

"Sameth!" Diana says.

His arrival prompts the removal of her hand from the lasso.

"You're doing well, I hope?"

[makesthings]

"Fairly well, yes. How about you? Its been a while."

[themysciradiana]

"I've been keeping busy most of the time. It's not difficult."

This is accompanied by a quiet laugh.

"I'd say I lost track of time, but that wouldn't strictly be true."

[says_the_booyah]

Cy is beat from another long day as temporary team leader. He's taking a break to eat a double Whammer with cheese. But isn't very hungry.

And then he sees her. Hard to miss her. She's so famous. One of the adults. The ones that Robin or Speedy or Aqualad know. Word is she even has her own sidekick. But he's never met her.

"Er, hi."

[themysciradiana]

Diana looks over at him, smiling more than faintly.

Any and all puzzlement she might feel at such a greeting from Cyborg is hidden, and hidden well.

(He is, among other things, older in her world.)

"Cyborg, hello. You're looking well."

[says_the_booyah]

"I am? Thanks?" He's very confused. "You too?"

[themysciradiana]

"I -- hmm. Would it help if I said you're looking remarkably uninjured? It's good to see."

It's difficult not to worry about the younger generation, especially after --

Well.

It's difficult.

[ever_noteful]

. . . okay, option the first, the woman who helped her the evening her necklace broke is on her way to a costume party.

Option the second, the woman who helped her the evening her necklace broke is delusional.

Option the third, the woman who helped her the evening her necklace broke is . . . is . . .

Well, huh. How about that?

It takes Meg a second longer than it usually would to greet someone she's met before, but maybe that can be blamed on the fact that she wanted to get to the end of the row in her knitting?

"Good evening."

[themysciradiana]

"Good evening," Diana says, smiling more than a little.

"Meg, isn't it? You were able to repair your necklace, I hope?"

[ever_noteful]

She nods.

"Yes, Meg.

"And you're Diana."

It's not quite a question.

"And, yes. Well, I had to restring the beads, but it amounts to the same thing, really.

"How are you?"

[themysciradiana]

"Diana, yes."

Diana's eyes are bright and blue and sparkling with a close cousin to mischief.

"I'm well, all the better for being busy. I don't quite know what to do with myself when my hands are idle. And you?"

[puckishly]

At some point, a small, slim figure appears perched on the bar. He cants his head to one side with a curious smile.

"God grant you good even."

[themysciradiana]

Diana barely startles, turning to smile at her unexpected visitor.

(For a given value of unexpected. And visitor.)

"Master Goodfellow. Good evening to you, as well. I trust your days have been markedly more pleasant of late?"

Which is to say -- everything their last encounter fixed remains present and accounted for?

[puckishly]

"Dreadfully pleasant," Puck confirms cheerfully.

His legs kick back and forth.

(He avoids mentioning Satan for the moment.)

"And your own?"

[themysciradiana]

"Dreadfully?" Diana asks, arching one eyebrow.

She does, however, rapidly follow that question with an answer of her own.

"As for myself, I find it much more pleasant to be busy, which means at the moment -- at home, at least -- I can't complain."

[trustydriver]

She doesn't lack for the showt costume either, ofcourse if you asked the girl in a grey catsuit walking along the underside of the rafters, she wouldn't be able to throw any stones herself.

They in glass houses after all.

"And what brings a high-classed dressed capebearer to this joint in tha middle of the night?"

[themysciradiana]

Diana looks up, focusing on the catsuited girl.

"Isn't Milliways frequented by several equivalent variations on that theme? I've met a few before, at least."

Some from her own world -- many from her own world -- and some not.

"If by capebearers you mean something like superheroes."

Not least because Diana is not wearing a cape.

[trustydriver]

"That's exactly what I mean." Definitely not from her world. The Flying Squirrel's reasonably certain that if this lady was? There'd be a few choice 4-letter words being exchanged about her boss's policy.

"And on that note, you're the first one I've met in the year and a half I've been comin' here."

It hasn't occured to her yet that there are heroes who actually take their downtime in here in real and true plain clothes. Most of the ones she's met usually live in their capes 24-7.

[themysciradiana]

"Is that year and a half on a regular basis, or are you at the mercy of the door as so many others are?"

Which is to say, Diana has been coming here almost a year, herself, but it only adds up to the merest handful of visits.

How very strange.