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Themysciran Embassy Dinner
Date of Scene: 16 October 2022
Location: Entertainment Room - Themysciran Embassy
Synopsis: Diana invites a few people over for dinner and drinks, and chit chat!
Cast of Characters: Diana Prince, Monet St. Croix, Caitlin Fairchild, Jennifer Walters, Greer Grant, Donna Troy, Cassie Sandsmark




Diana Prince has posed:
The invites had gone out to a small group of people, anyone of them who wanted to come were welcomed.

The smell of good food is thick in the air within the Embassy tonight too, and a lovely fire is crackling in the entertainment room's fireplace. There's a nice soft classically beautiful bit of music playing on the speakers built in to the ceiling, and walls, and the dining table setup in front of the bar is filled with a wide selection. From Tacos and Burritos catered in by Harley Quinn's Taco Wagon, to food choices from around the city, there's everything a person could want here tonight.

Including Pumpkin Spice flavored everything!

Diana is here too! Maybe Pumpkin Spice flavored herself! She's wearing a nice warm sweater with a puffy collar, and a pair of blue jeans slim fit to her form, and a pair of leather shoes with two inche heels. She's got her hair tied back, a bit of makeup on, and her faux-reading glasses of thick black frames, worn just for style.

Diana stands next to the bar, and between the dining table, holding a glass of red wine and she's currently speaking to the Head Chef, the Kithotaur 'Ferdenand' who is tending the bar this evening wearing a nice tailored suit. The huge Kith is laughing at something that the Princess had just said to him, while he is preparing more drinks to set atop the bar for guests and visitors.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix is there over as a guest. She is but a trainee amongst the Amazons. However, the Embassy has for her been a place of sanctuary and judgement. Away from those that she could not face. A place to stay and a haven. Somewhere she could learn and be tranquil. The peace of it constantly called to her, adn thus she came and went as she needed it. But it would always be there for her. And so she would always come when needed.

Here she is wearing an exquisitely tailored purple outfit and gown that was as best she could matching non-royal casual Mediterranean wear of the time when the Amazons had been connected to Ancietn Greece. The purple being more of a Roman coloration of a completely different meaning..
    Had likely escaped her.
    Still she is there appreciating the pumpkin spice - if not actually saying so.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin's dressed with her usual sober sense of modesty; a knitted, sand-tone sweater dress with loose cable-knit sections around her puff sleeves, transitioning into a looser fit just below her ribs to a hemline just below her knee. Paired with brown cavalry boots with a sensible heel, it's a very simple outfit that nonetheless brings attention to the wealthy of healthy red hair framing her face. Caitlin's opted for cocoa instead of wine or other spirits, and stands in a corner chatting happily with one of the Amazons of Themyscira. Her mastery of that language is not quite complete, but Caitlin's comfort with casual conversation is clearly improving by leaps and bounds.

Jennifer Walters has posed:
    Jennifer arrives at the embassy in style. That is, if her 59 Dodge was named 'style'. Still, it's a classic, sporting fins, domed rear lights and the works. Why don't they put fins on cars anymore? Anyway, the style is her choice of clothing. She arrives in an elegant purple dress that's just casual enough to fit the mood of the dinner. She's also got earrings and a bit of makeup on that highlights her green skin. /And/ she has Greer in tow.

    "Have you been here before? I love the place. I've been spending a lot of time here training with the Amazons." She grins at Greer, "I think I've almost gotten to the point to where I'm somewhat competent!"

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra's dressed up a little bit for the occasion, wearing a dark red sweater and a pair of blue jeans that are teasingly snug about the hips and tailored for her tail. Toes are exposed by the pair of sandals she wears, even the feline thinking that barefoot's a bit much here.

She's been smelling the rich array presented by the food on offer since long before entering the room, enjoying a feast of smells as much as tastes to come. "I've been thinking about doing that, myself, actually," she says in answer to Green Jeans. "Or asking to, at least. "Always seems like there's some faster or better, and I'd like to narrow that window.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna is late! Not actually, /technically/ late, in that she is there before the appointed time, but late in that she was bringing supplies from Themyscira, and they arrived only an hour before guests were meant to be appearing. It's possible that she would indeed have been late for the party itself, but Caitlin had been there on Themyscira too, to remind her when it was time to leave. Donna is pretty good at being late for things, and Caitlin is pretty good at reminding her not to be.

    The aforementioned supplies have not been fully unpacked, and therefore in the corner of the room there stands a sizable wooden crate, of rather beautiful carpentry, the top and front opened to reveal an intriguing assortment of amphorae and bottles. Strong drinks had, after all, been promised - and it just would not do to run out of stocks of Themysciran wines and spirits.

    There was even time for Donna to change, so thankfully she's not spoiling the relaxed atmosphere by showing up in armor. She'd stopped wearing armor for quite a while and seems to be rarely out of it now that she's started again. Instead it's casual comfort - black jeans, baseball boots, and a red blouse. Not even a sword to accessorize it all. She comes out of her own room at the embassy, transformation done, just in time to greet Jenn and Greer with a wave as they arrive, and hold the door open for the pair of them.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
There is a decided void in Cassie's fashion reperetoir between 'full fancy' and 'dressed like she's going to the gym.' Ultimately, she goes with a combination of sleeveless turtleneck sweater (still red! but no WW-branding), and a dark skirt and tights. It's more or less adult! Good-enough!

That being said, her manner around the Embassy is definitely not one of 'guest here for fancy affair' but of 'I just wandered down from my room to graze on the fancy foods,' and she wanders up and down the buffet picking at things, piling them onto a plate. It ends up being pretty well-stocked!

At the end of the route, she ends up back near Diana and co, although it's Ferdinand that she seems more interested in. "This is such an awesome spread. But, hmm.... I can sense it. You got a surprise up your sleeves still, I bet. Some kind of grand piece-de-resistance dessert surprise, I bet!" Perhaps she's trying to get some kind of hint or preview out of his reaction, although the Kithotaur is known nearly as much for stoicism in the face of such things as he is for his cullinary skills!

"I'll find out eventually!" When she eats it!

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's eyes go over to Caitlin, catching a bit of what the redhead isd saying in Themysciran. She grins at what she overhears, and walks over to hand Cait a pumpkin cookie with a witch's hat painted in icing upon its face. "I made this one, just for you." Diana tells the redhead, not really being serious, just being her nerdy self.

"Oh. Monet, you look lovely in that outfit." The Princess adds, before she sees some other lovely guests arriving. "Welcome!" The Princess then says, still holding her glass of wine as she waves to Jenn, Greer, and Cassie.

She steps toward the table then, motioning toward its contents. "We have everything you could ask for, brought in by a number of friendly places tonight, to give Ferdinand the night off Even though he insists on tending bar." She seays, looking toward the seven foot tall Kitho, who is now eyeing Cassie.

"Three layers of chocolate." Ferdi tells the young blonde. "That is all I'll say..." He says, with a grin blossoming over his features.

"And!" Diana says then, toward the wooden crate that Donna had brought in from the courtyard after returning in the Jet. "We have some imports... from Themyscira. If... you're brave enough to dare the more ... potent of beverages from our island's brewers."

Diana steps over to Jenn and Greer then to offer them both a one-armed friendly embrace too!

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would smile over at Diana, "Thank you, Princess. It is a pleasure." Monet does her best to do a formal curtsy over to Diana. It's exquisite, of course. But likely a little stiffer than fully necessary. But she is in the presence of royals after all. And a literal goddess. One does best to give the courtesy that they are due. "A pleasure and a privilege to be here, thank you fro the invitation." A glance is given over to the redhead that Diana spoke to first; one of the rare women that was taller than she was and also smarter than she was.
    Oh well, there were always those better in the world at something. Part of things that she was in the slow process of learning from the embassy and all the hard knocks that came with it that she had to learn. An ongoing process.
    "It is a delight here. Ferdinand has gone well out of his way to make an amazing banquet."

Jennifer Walters has posed:
    "You should come!" Jennifer says encouragingly. "I'd love to spar against you. The trainers are really good at making sure you play with your strengths. I'll invite you next time I go."

    When Diana greets her she greets her back. "Evening, Diana. You look lovely today. The set is lovely, but I was hoping that there'd be some Themysciran cuisine mixed in as well."

    When potent Themysciran drink is mentioned she beelines toward the crate. "But! You've brought alcohol. That's good enough. I've always wanted to try their brandy. /And/ their wine." She finally comes up to Donna. "Hey. Give me a glass of something. I'm going to eventually try them all."

Greer Grant has posed:
"I'll take you up on that," Tigra proposes Jennifer. "Definitely could use the practice." Greer will slip an arm around Diana's waist for a quick snug up against her. "Thanks for having us here," she says. "Definitely nice to see you and Donna somewhere other than the underworld," she grins. "Only Themyscirans would make a shipping crate that's more exquisite than anything someone else could put in it," she says in praise of the crate of spirits. "And pick me out something, I'm daring tonight."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin looks up when she spots Cassie and Donna entering, and smiles and waves at the two other Amazons her age. The redhead's not a total wallflower but she is the sort who keeps a very small company, and there's visible relief at two more people arriving whom she knows as well as she does.

"Hey!" she greets them, stepping out from the wall. "Thanks again for covering the unloading, going cross town was going to be a nightmare for me," Caitlin thanks Donna. She looks at Cassie and flashes a smile. "And how's things going with you, Cass?" she asks with a ebullient, friendly tone.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Cassie's smile goes wide. She knew! There's always a super secret grand dessert. "OoOOooh," she coos back at Ferdi. "Sounds absolutely decadent. Sinful chocolate goodness..." It's a part of the meal she takes seriously!

All drooling over would-be chocolate aside, she turns from the giant man-bull toward what is a quickly growing assembly of guests. "Hey, hello," she offers in here-and-there kinds of greetings, all big friendly smiles herself. "Welcome, make yourselves at home, try the little uh, the pistachio thingers..." She gives a try at hosting. A very grown-up activity! But perhaps not her strong suit. "You been by the Art Center for more training lately?" she wonders at Monet, before catching Caitlin's own hello. "Pretty much the usual. School's on, so I got that when I'm not busy being intentionally swallowed and then regurgitated by giant mutated swamp creatures." There is probably a story behind that one!

Also, Donna brought booze, and Di's kind enough to highlight it. "Ooh. The good stuff. Gimme gimme."

Donna Troy has posed:
    "For once Ferdinand doesn't get the credit," Donna tells Monet. "Diana banned him from doing anything for this party, so he only did some of it. He is however the world's greatest tauroid mixologist, so ask him for something fancy and then you have a better excuse to praise him. That or wait for the dessert." She leans in, smirking slightly, to add a conspiratorial whisper: "I hear it has three layers of chocolate."

    Donna smiles at Caitlin and gives her arm a squeeze. "It's like I keep saying, Cait. Flight is really useful for avoiding traffic. We must get you that jet pack some time soon. Maybe TWO jet packs." Donna's grin widens and she steps away from Caitlin quickly before any elbows can be sent in her direction.

    "Don't worry Cassie," Donna tells the young Amazon with a wink. "There's another crate in my room for later. I mean I had to plan for the possibility that Di's planning to get scandalously drunk, now that you're old enough to drink legally yourself and she doesn't have to follow any misguided and naive notions of setting you a good example. "

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana ends up back at the corner of the bar, her left hand resting atop its polished granite surface, while she holds her wine glass in the other. She grins at Greer, and Jennifer. "Hey. We can have a traditional Themysciran meal for Thanksgiving, if you are interested in coming by for that holiday." She tells the big green law machine.

A warm smile is sent to Greer then. "I am glad... that ... adventure, went as well as it did, admittedly, I was getting worried about that one. Quite a lot in fact. But yes, you are more than welcome to come by any time, and to the Arts Center as well, we would love to have more varied fighters within the training there. It helps us all to share what we know with one another, to make us all more robust in the art of fighting."

Diana then sips her drink, before she overhears Cassie and Donna, which makes her look down at her wine. "why am I drinking Pinot when Donna has ushered in the spirits that will have me dancing upon the rooftops tonight? That is a fine question..."

Diana grabs up a new glass, sets the wine glass down, and then walks over to the crate that Donna had brought. She pops a bottle out of it, and twists it open, then glugs glugs it in to her glass.

"Caitlin wants to fly?" She asks while pouring. "Perhaps we can get her... what do they call it? One of those 'squirrel suits'?"

She tips her new drink back then and closes her eyelids a moment later, those closest to her know what that facial expression means.

Happy Diana.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's an 'ah' of appreciation given over to Donna, "Well, whomever you had prepare and cater this has done an excellent job. And there is almost nothing that cannot be improved by the addition of more and richer hcocolate. I have a personal chocolatier in Belgium that does excellent work." The way the upper one and one tenth of a percent live after all.
    And probably more than three layers.
    Cassie is given a wave; M has interacted with her the least of everyone around teh embassy. A curious look over as 'adventure' is spoken of by Greer and the gregarious green woman that shows it's easy being green.
    "I.. Was not aware you could get heavily intoxicated." To Diana. That's a unique thing to know! She would smile, "If life permits I will look forwards to attending the banquet." Thanksgiving.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
A little friendly ribbing from Donna is one thing, but Diana's just drunk enough to turn it into a round of Caitlin getting teased en masse. Her eyes widen at the boisterous outburst and she takes a half-step back, lips thinning into a line and her ears immediately going pink. The redhead shoots a look of mute appeal at Donna, silently begging her to derail THAT particular line of conversation, and takes a step back again towards the wall decor to see if, like the mighty T-rex, Diana's vision is based on movement instead of shapes and colors.

After all the princess *is* hitting that Themysciran wine, it might have a useful impact on her ability to actually detect gingers in her area.

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra slides into a seat at the bar gracefully, looking Ferdinand over curiously, and appreciatively. "Don't want to spoil tonight by talking about business, but I'd like to follow up with you about that...adventure later," she says to Diana with a quick grin. "I'll definitely come by. I'd love to learn some of your techniques." An eyebrow goes up at talk of Diana on the rooftops, and she looks to the Kithotaur. "That happen often? She usually wearing much when it does?" she asks him.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna joins Diana at the crate, to pull out a rather smaller bottle with a wax seal on it. She breaks the wax seal and pours out a tumbler of golden liquid which smells faintly of apples. Notably, it smells faintly of apples even half way across the room, which is never a good sign. She hands the glass over to Jenn with a wink. "Drink slowly," she warns as she hands over the glass. "Or you may risk being too drunk to enjoy the one of everything else you plan for later." It's a small exaggeration, but it's a very potent Themysciran brandy.

    She gives Diana a smirk, waiting her turn to pour herself a glass from the same bottle. "She'd make a very big squirrel Di," she counters. "Jetpacks are definitely the best option. I think you just want to see Caitlin with a big bushy tail." Derail request denied!

    No, not quite. Just deferred. Without waiting for anyone to respond, she quickly flips it around. "No, I think this is projection. It's you who wants the squirrel suit, am I right? You think you'd look cute yourself with that big bushy tail. Dancing on the rooftop dressed in a fursuit. You'll scandalize the neighborhood, Di. Don't forget the complaints we got from the Estonian embassy across the road last time you did that."

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Since Diana has officially broken out that good stuff, Cassie quickly queues up to get her fair share, stepping in to (over?)fill her glass as soon as she finds an opening. There's no holding back on the good stuff. As she's pouring, though, she laughs a bit at Tigra's inquiry. "Pfft. Diana makes like she's a huge lush party animal, but she's really pretty much a mousy nerd when it comes down to it. After a few drinks, she'll settle in with a book and fall asleep before she's two pages through. So the rooftop dancing is rare! Naked even moreso!"

She doesn't say unheard of, though...

...and there is a little caveat to the whole thing, since they're talking squirrel suits. "Come to the island on the right holiday, though, and there's definitely some drunken dancing and animal costumes to be had!" One of the scandalous secrets of the island... "

Also, she never said anything about what SHE does when she gets enough Themysciran booze in her! Sip sip, glug glug.

Diana Prince has posed:
There comes a soft bit of lilting laughter from the Princess as she hands off the bottle of Themysciran wine to Cassie. Her eyes go over to Caitlin though, apparently not fooled quite so easily as a movie T-Rex. "I only tease, because I love." She tells the young Amazon warrior. "If a Jetpack truly is something you desire, we should look in to it. Perhaps Stark's people would be wise on such a thing. Surely he would be the one to see for rocket based technology, yes?" She asks before stepping around Cassie, and Donna, and ending up at the bar again where Ferdinand smiles to Greer, then hands Diana a plate with two of Harley's tacos.

"To stem off at least SOME of that Island Ambrosia." The Chef chides the Princess who accepts the plate and eyes the tacos.

"Well..." She says at them. "They do looks delicious, and soon enough she's gathered one up, crunching in to it.

Nodding her head at the taste, chasing it with a drink of that potent wine, Diana spares a glance to Monet.

"I can indeed get tipsy, as the others have noted, if I want to. Though I was much more 'in' to it when I was young, a long time ago, before Cassie and Donna were even a tiny clump of life anywhere." Was that a Clay joke?

"It /is/ Fur suit weather now too." She adds with a little grin, before sampling the taco again.

Greer gets a thumbs up from the Princess who is pre-occupied with chewing for a moment now....

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would lgance at the booze somewhat cautiously, then go to take a step forwards, "Why not?" Then over at Donna. "And what is this particular concoction? Honeyed ambrosia?" She would query very, very cautiously. No, that's reserved for special occasions. Tonight probably doesn't qualify. She goes to take a small glass and a smalla mount of the lacohol, moving to take a sniff of it cautiously as if from a decanter.
    Complaints? Oh, yes, the jibing amongst the two. Sisters. There's a silent pining in her heart for just a moment as M things of camraderie and siblings. QUickly buried and moved along from. The past is the past. The Amazons.. Certainly do party hard. And strangely.
    As Diana goes to say she -can- get tipsy, Monet goes to ahh. "I had not thought so. Does this mean that you'll be doing so regularly then or is that not a way you prefer to get involve din negotiations?"

Greer Grant has posed:
"I come with my own costume, any chance I could get an invite to one of those parties?" Tigra asks with a slightly toothy grin, and swishing of her tail. "Certainly sounds like an ...interesting time." She looks Caitlin over, briefly trying to picture the tell redhead with a squirrel tail as suggested by Donna, and then turns her thoughtful gaze to Diana, picturing the same. And to think, she hasn't even started drinking yet.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"It's not--" Caitlin stammers. "I don't *want* a jetpack," she insists, trying to steer that whole topic away. "Donna's just saying she had to cover for me because I had to run home so I could wear something other than my scrubs," she tries to clarify. "I rushed out of the hospital, came home, and came straight here. That's all," she says, fumbling her way to try and answer the question no one asked.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Since Diana is bringing up her vast degree of seniority, Cassie responds with a very typical ribbing for her oldness: "Yes, SO long ago. So, so, so very, very long ago. Lost to history, practically. A forgotten, mythical past. I've heard tell she had dinosaurs as childhood pets." Afterwards, she takes a long siiiiip, peering across the rim of the glass at her mentor, a little red-cheeked as she imbibes deeply of this ancient brew.

Or maybe it's the talk of the suit!

"A jetpack is generally considered pretty awesome, according to the universal rules of the internet and whatnot," she opines, on this other very tangential topic. "Its like, how can you have a jetpack, and things not be awesome?"

Donna Troy has posed:
    "AAAANCIENT," Donna adds, a chorus to Cassie's song. "We found some of Di's old childhood toys a while back. They were fossilized. Mom says she slept with her mammoth stuffy right up until her forty-fourth century."

    "This one's an apple brandy," she explains to Monet. "A little like a Calvados, but a bit stronger. About fifty five percent alcohol, so nothing too dramatic. But one of the herbs that are added is a bit psychoactive, so it should be treated with a little more respect than typical spirits. The one Diana's drinking is a lightly fortified wine, part resinated. Very tasty."

    "Greer. There's so much Diana is not telling you about those parties. There are Themysciran traditions involved which... well. Honestly you'd probably find highly scandalous." Donna's smirk is broad, but it's not clear whether she's just enjoying the subject or making things up. "I mean there's the stuff with the ropes. And the pie. And then of course, after sundown, there's the... Cassie! Try some of the brandy. Did you try the brandy yet?"

Diana Prince has posed:
After enjoying that tastey taco donated by the (in)famous Harley Quinn's Taco Truck Service, Diana is just dabbing at her lips with a napkin handed to her by Ferdinand, and then she's swigging at her drink of apple deliciousness. Her eyes dart over to Caitlin who gets a wide smile, then a light laugh. "Okay, fine, we will relent. I would like to help you though, Caitlin, but you are ever-so-busy with trying to hide from me, I believe..."

Diana gathers up her drink then and starts toward the seating area near the fire. She hears Donna, and Cassie, chiding her age which just has her grinning, and shaking her head. "I have had so much fun too, over that so, very long timeline of my youth to now." She says, carefully taking a seat on the edge of the sofa seat a few paces away from that crackling fire. Her eyes go to its flames, then to the others just a small distance from where she is resting now.

"The more you talk about all of that, the more you are going to get so many innocent people invested in the very idea of diving straight-first in to our Island's oddest traditions." The Princess warns both Cassie AND Donna.

"But. I suppose you are at least, if nothing else, doing a service to our burdgeoning tourist economy..." She adds with a wry smirk.

"Look at poor Monet though, she looks utterly confused by all of this." Di says with a sly grin adorning her visage.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Everythign is deliscious. There's so much to smell and to experience. There's still a very, very tentative sniff given the drink as Monet glances over at Cassie. "They are also messy, smell horrid, are prone to leaving horrid scortch marks on clothes and malfunctioning quite readily. I would suggest a stabler flight platform. Anti-gravs are useful, even if they cannot match the speeds. They give far better control in flight."
    The teasings of Diana's age seem to be in jest.. The Princess really isn't that old! Is she. But there's also the 'only child on city' bit that M has yet to investigate further on. "So the Bacchanalias or merely indulgences?" Yes, she knows what that means.
    And a small, small sip is taken over and Monet staggers a bit and blinks. "What.. Is this? I tis most, most potent." Even as she makes sure she didn't take more than almost just a small dap of her tongue onto it. Moving to if allowed join and sit with the group.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Cassie is drinking the wine that Diana was, as it is probably among the most standard of the Themysciran selection, a sure-fire thrist quencher when facing such a wide variety of deliciousness. The abundance of food, of course, necessitaties a similar abundance of drink. Glug, glug, glug. "I dunno Di, had they even invented fun back then? Did people know what dancing was? How'd they ever do it without Tiktok songs?"

The last, at least, adds a dash of self-awareness to her humor! She is always bothering Diana with her YOUTH MUSIC.

Evntually, when she's finished a generous glass of the wine, she will relent to Donna's suggestion when retrieving another glass. "Mm. Not tonight yet. But I've had it before, I think. Or maybe something similar." The Amazons have invented a lot of booze in thousands of years, so she can't positively say she's sampled everything they have to offer. After she's poured some, she takes a tentative sip. "Does have a nice little... something to it!"

Not further encouraging discussions of sticking her in a deersuit, she instead decides to debate cool factors with Monet. "All of that's just part of the *style* though. It's like how, you know, motorcycles are kind of death traps. Practicality isn't necessarily the main concern. Just think of how all those jets of flame will intimidate your enemies!"

Donna Troy has posed:
    "There are markets for tourism we definitely don't want to tap into," Donna says to Diana with a laugh. "I suspect that's one of them. Let's concentrate on luxury hotels, spa treatments and eco-tourism instead." The queen would go mad. It's lucky that of the various 'advancements' Donna is so keen to see Themyscira making in its gradual opening up to the world outside, those are not in fact on the list.

    "Motorbikes are not death traps if you're an Amazon," Donna disagrees, grinning wide. Of course she would -- Donna loves motorbikes. It is not clear whether she's referring to the fact that any of the Amazons here could walk away from the most serious bike crash without much thought or the fact that Amazon reactions are great for driving a bike in a fashion that Donna's passengers, depending on temperament, variously describe as 'reckless', 'fun' or 'aaaargh what the... Donn... YAAAH! Donna let me off RIGHT NOW, I'm too young to die!' "They're really very practical. Much better for getting through traffic than a car, go more places, and a whole lot easier to find a parking place for."

    She tilts her head sideways in thought. "Which is not to say they aren't also very stylish. Cassie's right there. So Cassie, you're proposing a rocket bike with flaming jets coming out the back? I like the way you think."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana motions for a spot on the sofa for Monet to take up if so desired. She then sips at her drink as she hears Cassie talking of TikTok for like the 15th time today. It still makes her smile though. "You know I still haven't look at your little Tikker channel thing yet." Di tells the young blonde. "Oh, by the way, I replaced your shoes from the Everglades incident. I believe I got the exact same pair you were wearing, but... it's hard to be positive, after the level of filthy... destruction that was brought on to them..."

Diana glances over to see Greer and Jennifer talking to one another as she smiles at this sight. Her eyes then dance to Donna...

"Eco Tourism. I enjoy the sound of that. I believe this should be the angle we pitch at the Queen when we next ambush her with our plots..."

A second after she says that and the towering Kitho arrives with a tray of triple chocolate cake on plates. "My ladies." The Kitho says with a rumbling deep voice as he sets the tray down upon the coffee table before the sofa.

"Oo!" Diana sharply emits in a squeal of a noise, setting her drink aside and gathering up the plate, along with a silver fork that she instantly slips in to the gooy chocolate confection of dreams, or nightmares! Both! Definitely both!

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would just shrug, "Well, if you would like. There are a few places which specialize over in motorcycles. I don't ride them but I can understand the appeal. Perhaps you could always buy out a couple of them. Dealerships would enjoy the advertising and I'm sure that you would find the high end ones have plenty of stock. I do not quite grasp why you would wish to tkae them to your island but I'ms ure it would be of high amusement." Which is perhaps in fairness ag ood reason.
    She would listen to Cassie over about 'it's cool'. "I suppose it is. However, there are -smoother- was to be appreciated, stylish,a dn stand out. Impacting the ground at high speeds on fire tends to not lend that reputation unless one enjoys having videos put up on the Internet of them set to 'Yakkety Sax'."
    She would hmm over. "I would enjoy visiting the island sometime.." Any sort of comment is sidetracked over by the presence of chocolate worthy of a goddess. Drool. Stare. Want.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Yeah but like, I'm pretty sure statistically ninety-nine point a lot of nines percent of people who ride motorcycles are not Amazons. Since it's pretty much just you. Does Artemis have one? She seems like she'd be a biker chick." It tracks! "For most of the rest of them? Totally a death trap! Check the statistics! Like when I ride with Ka-Hawkperson, I'm always like 'well, if we crash, I won't be the one who's dead!' But still: Major cool points. Especially when combined with a leather jacket. Or like one of those tight jumpsuit things. There's stuff that just transcends good sense! Which is to say that you should -definitely- put rockets on your bike."

Unassailable logic!

The arrival of the cake is probably what Cassie has been waiting on, the thing that's kept her from inevitably being drawn back to the siren call of her phone and its 'Tikker channels.' So when Ferdinand reappears, it's no surprise she becomes even more brightly animated. Quickly she hurries to grab hers, jabbing at it with one of the cute little dessert forks and enjoying a mouthful of layered chocolate. "Ohhhhhhmmmyyygawddess. So good. Ferdi I could kiss you." That might be the Themysciran brandy talking! Shoes? "Oh yeah? Thanks." A mere afterthought, despite Diana's extreme thoughtfulness. Sorry, sneakers lose to pretty nearly literal beefcake (cake-bearing beef?) chefs bearing chocolate, every time!

Donna Troy has posed:
    "There's a simple answer to that Cassie. We just need to redress the balance a little. I mean don't you think it's about time there was a Wonder Bike? You wouldn't have to rely on me or Hawk to drive that way, and you don't have to worry about what happens to Hawkeye that way. Unless you crash into her bike with yours, that is. I can give you a few lessons though, if you like. HEY CAIT!"

    Caitlin winces a little at Donna calling to her across the room, but looks over anyway. "Bike. Rockets. This needs to happen."

    "Donna, no."

    Donna ignores Caitlin's repudiation. "Wonderbike. With rockets," she states.

    Thankfully, Ferdinand makes a cake of such exquisite quality that it derails Donna's rocket bike ideas and successfully shuts her up for a few minutes. Chocolate is definitely one of the lesser-known Amazon weaknesses.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana just continues to feast upon the overload of chocolate that makes all the neurons in her brain fire off in the most happiest of ways. She sits, poised on the edge of the sofa, with her knees together and the drink she'd had now resting between them.

She listens, and eats, and listens...

Finally though, Diana just shakes her head, disappointedly at her sisters.

She takes a second to clear her palette of cake and icing, then just speaks up.

"look outside." She flatly tells them.

...

There's a pure snow-white motorcycle resting out there, with double-thick tires, and a seat that would lead the rider to lean forward over the bike. IT's huge, it's intimidating, and... wait, is that the 'Jet'?

"Mine has plasma laserfffs." Diana now says, with a mouthful of cake again.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would look from Donna to Cassie to Diana and then back again. "There are easier and more stylish ways to fly that gets as much attention and leave an impression without the crater." Can't all of the girls present here fly? Never mind, going in style is always important. Just jet packs are -so- nineteen thirties pulp. There's a light folding of her hands together as she goes along distractedly she's.. Cut off by chocolate.
    Then she goes to take bits. Longingly. Of chocolate. Drool sets in. Happy, happy drool as everything else becomes secondary. Not being cool. Not being smug. Not being better. All just for this moment Monet has hit total fulfillment and Nirvana, and nothing else matters in life. Whatever religion there is, she will convert. So much. So much more. It's not polite to steal large amounts of cake.
    Then she looks outside. "You prearranged this in advance, didn't you?"

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Oooh. Wonderbike. Now there's an idea I can get behind!" Cassie is not a detractor by any stretch. She believes in the rule of ultimate cool! And regardless of her tiktok'ing generation, motorcycles are always cool! It's a physical constant in the universe.

Mouthing another forkfull of chocolate and looking like she's barely keeping from just floating off to another, higher plane of existence in pure joy, she's distracted back to the mundane world when Diana makes them look outside. She stares for a moment. If Diana had a bike that looked like that, she'd definitely have noticed...

"Yours is a shapeshifting alien AI!" Cassie objects. Yep. Busted. Or maybe the plasma lasers were a tipoff. "It has like a gajillion different safeties and fallbacks. So it's also practical because it's state of the art across multiple planets! Pfft. This is just like you. Always cheating with the special fancy powers or whatever!" She takes a disgruntled bite of chocolate.

...

Muttered: "Still cool, tho."

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna looks out at the Lansinarian bike as Diana draws their attention towards it, and replies with a good-natured roll of the eyes to her sister. "Cheat," she announces, clearly in full agreement with Cassie on this one. "Show off! Now you have poor Monet thoroughly confused too." She gives a quick nod to Money. "It's not a /real/ bike," she says. "Diana's invisible plane can transform. Which is totally cheating. "

    Wonder Bike though! Donna waves a chocolate-covered fork in Cassie's direction. "Wonderbike. Yes. We can do this. It needs to happen. You've got some serious thinking to do about color schemes, Cassie. And we have to consider what kind of things it needs to be accessorized with. EMP grenade launcher, machines guns, rockets boosters, things like that. But color scheme first." Yes she's definitely buying into the rule of cool too, here.

    "Best of all, if I help you make this happen Helena's gonna give me such a look. It'll be fun."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana is just smiling around her chocolate treat, letting the other two explain to Monet before she will add anything in. Once she wipes that last bit of icing up with her tiny cake fork, she cleans it with her lips and then sets the plate back on the tray.

Ferdinand looms large nearby, having ruffled Cassie's hair when she approved of the cake too. "I am glad you all enjoy it. There is more in the kitchen, waiting for later." The Kitho teases before he moves over to serve Cait, Jenn, and Greer, all talking with the other Amazons now, Adrastea and Galatea explaining some of the Arts Center activities.

"I will relent that the Lanis bike is not solely a motorcycle. However. It has served me well when I need a ground vehicle." Diana says then, taking a second to sip her drink.

"And when you are gifted a Lansinarian morphing disc, they perform a ritual to 'bind it' to you, and thus... Lanis is bound to me. It is up here with me." She says, tapping the side of her head. "And waits for me to call it in to what I need it at any given moment. Though it does have limitations on how much it can change in to, how large a object it can become... Roughly the size of a standard house. I just... most commonly use it as a Jet, so that is what people are used to believing is the extent of what it can be..."

More sipping of drink, Diana stands up then and walks back to that crate to look around in it. She picks out another bottle. "Awww. Kaffa's wine. She barely makes any of this anymore. I am surprised she had some for you to take, Donna." The Princess idly speaks before looking to Cassie.

"So then, you wish to be the beacon of this Wonder Bike then?" Diana ask as she cracks open this new bottle of rare Themy wine, pouring herself a glass of it, it too smelling of apples, but something else too, a little more flowery...