1500/All The Wonders That They Do

All The Wonders That They Do
Date of Scene:	04 May 2020
Location:	Themysciran Embassy
Synopsis:	The interview finally goes down. Terry manages not to faint this time.
Cast of Characters:	Terry O'Neil, Kara Danvers, Diana Prince, Donna Troy, Caitlin Fairchild

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Terry O'Neil has posed:
"You'll love Troia, she's the nicest," the redheads says to his fellow Planeteer*, Kara, as they walk up to the Embassy- parking was almost impossible within three blocks of the place, and they finally had to settle for one fo the parking structures a few blocks away. The drive to the Embassy itself had been interesting, with Terry regaling Kara with his Swedish Sensations Playlist- ABBA, Roxette and Ace of Base, all groups he couldn't have possibly known in his childhood, but which were passed on to him by his mother** while growing up. He loved the music, it was evident, but it also gave him a special thrill to share it with someone for whom it was part of their national patrimony. If he only knew.

This was the first time he set foot in the Embassy itself, and as he crosses the threshold there is a dramatic change in him. His larger-than-life extrovert demeanor changes into something akin to a reverential, hushed-up, dialed back version of himself.

*Footnote: Yes, he's going with that.
**Footnote: Like all hereditary conditions.

"Terry O'Neil and Kara Danvers from the Daily Planet. We're here to see Troia." After giving their names, he waits for the message to be relayed. A few seconds of silence, and then he says to Kara, "IF you're hungry after this, I know a great little café in the area..."

Kara Danvers has posed:
"This is very good, Terry," Kara had said with a broad smile that made her cheeks hurt from how forced it was, "Yes, now I feel very much like I am at home again. Ah! The Dancing Queen! Yes, we often listened to this around a meal of ... kanelbulle." She did her research, at least.

Kara herself is dressed in the most retiring, wallflowerish way she can muster. A black hoodie over a grey t-shirt with the stylized black bat-symbol on the chest, a pair of faded jeans, and black and white Chuck Taylors. Her mousy brown hair is drawn back in a messy bun, and a pair of thick glasses magnify her eyes to an almost cartoonish level. She carries the recording equipment in both arms, high enough to cover her chest and the bottom half of her face.

She makes a point of grunting under the strain of how heavy it all is. Maybe putting it on a little too much and making Terry look like he should probably carry something, gosh.

"Food will be good."

Diana Prince has posed:
About two hours ago a giant rampaging man known as 'Rhino' had stormed past the Embassy with the Spider-man on his back. Diana had been returning to the Embassy after a day of public appearances in Central Park. She'd been in full armor when the Beastly Rhino had stormed past and threatened the lives of those on the street, thusly she'd helped Spider-man subdue the rampaging menace.

Thusly further down the block, Diana had used the Lasso of Truth to ensnare the Rhino while Spider-man used his webslingers to halt and pin the man to the ground. There is likely video footage all over the internet now of the Amazon Princess pulling her way up the golden rope to the Rhino and beating him into submission with the Bracers of the same name.

Diana is returning to the Embassy now after all of that, and a small meeting with Spider-man there-after. And she has a to-go bag with a half eaten Eggplant Parmassian at her side, a nice contrast to her shining armor.

Diana steps in to the embassy and starts to move toward those gathered within. Her lasso is coiled up and she's wearing it on her right shoulder, all casually.

Donna Troy has posed:
    There will be no more talk of national patrimonies in /this/ embassy thank you very much, Terry O'Neil. As the two interns enter the embassy they are greeted by thousands of years of cultural heritage with not a /pater/ in sight, if you exclude Zeus. There is enough statuary and decorative vases in the lobby alone to make most museum curators green with envy.

    The receptionist takes their names, checks on her computer, and asks them to take a seat to wait. She puts a call through, and a few moments later another woman approaches from the stairs. She's dressed in a sharp suit, but udging by her height, build and general looks she's probably an Amazon. When she greets them - "Terry O'Neil, Kara Danvers?" the accent confirms this diagnosis. "I am Princess Diana's assistant, Galatea. Welcome to the embassy, please make yourselves comfortable. Troia is in training at the moment, I will go and call her in."

    Galatea goes through a side door, and as the door swings open in her passing, the distant sounds of metal-on-metal can be heard. The receptionist smiles at Terry and Kara, and returns her attention to her computer.

    After a few minutes voices can be heard approaching the other side of the door, words unclear - but the tone clearly playful and punctuated with laughter. The door swings open and in walks Troia, accompanied by her training partner of the day - Terry's own team-mate Caitlin Fairchild.

    Troia is, unsurprisingly, dressed in her Troia gear. Her martial appearance is something of a contrast to more typical superheroes, and even her sister's more colorful appearance seems quite a bit more typically American Superhero in style. She wears almost classically ancient Greek style armor with a breastplate and greaves, the metalwork painted black but for a row of stars on each side exposing the silvered metalwork beneath. A round shield is slung over her back, a sword on one hip, a lasso on the other.

    "Terry!" she calls out. Her accent is less pronounced that Galatea's, but shares that smoke-and-honey characteristic the Amazons all seem to have. She removes her helmet, tucking it under one arm, and walks over to where the two interns wait. "And this must be Miss Danvers. Terry has his own intern now? He must be coming up in the world. I see he makes you do all the heavy lifting, Miss Danvers."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin's dressed like the other Amazons, and looks comfortable enough in the garb that it's clearly not unfamiliar to her. Split skirt, armor, boots, and her hair's tied back in a particular manner popular among the Amazons, to keep it out of her way.

Mostly. Even with conditioner, that red hair of hers is master escape artist material. Tendrils frame her face and stick to her neck where she's been perspiring slightly.

"I still don't love the sword," Caitlin admits to Donna, and undoes the baldric around her shoulder so she can hand the weapon off to one of the women attending the training. Murmured pleasantries are exchanged with a sisterly affection and the redhead-- taller than anyone else by a matter of some inches-- turns back to her friend Donna. "I mean, I get it, it has a place, but I just don't like poking people with a-- oh hey!"

Donna's greeting gets Caitlin's attention, and she beams a smile at Terry. "Terry, didn't expect to see you here," she tells him. Caitlin glances at his friend and smiles with a friendly expression. "Hi, I'm Caitlin Fairchild," she offers the mousy brunette, and extends her hand for a gentle-fingered offer of a handshake.

Diana's spotted hot on the reporter's heels, and Caitlin's polite friendliness turns up to a few megawatts and she waves more enthusiastically at Diana when the Princess joins them. "Hey Diana! Did you catch Rhino?" she inquires. As if it were no more remarkable than the New York weather!

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Troia! Doctor Fairchild!" Terry is all smiles and professionalism. He is the cub reporter, intent on getting the story. He is definitely /not/ a team-mate of any Titans whatsoever, no siree. "Thank you for seeing us... why, no, Kara is decidedly /not/ my intern, she's a colleague..." and he gives her a curious side-glance, "and she's pretty insistent on carrying all of that. I think she heard about that interview Mister Kent did on your sister where he basically brought a small studio's worth of lighting equipment by himself and she's adamant to follow in her cousin's footsteps."

A pause, "Oh, Kara is Mister Kent's cousin- and she's from Sweden!" he positively beams.

And then that beam turns into a laser when Wonder Woman walks through the door. Wonder Woman, whom Terry knew was /not/ in the Embassy because the news reports had her fighting the Rhino.

Breathe, O'Neil, you are /not/ going to faint in the Embassy. "...sister," he suddenly says to Donna, and it seems like it is the only word he can utter on the limited breath he actually managed to take. He was trying very hard not to ooh and aah at all the remnants of antiquity on display, even though he wanted to whip his phone out and record every angle, exhaust his memory card's reserves on everything he could snap. And then the daughter of antiquity herself steps through the door. When Caitlin calls out to Diana, he almost wants to say 'No, she'll come over here and /talk/ at us,' but he can't possibly say /that/ to Caitlin, who was an absolute dear. And a redhead afflicted with the same type of Houdini hair. Gingers had to stick together.

Instead, he quickly resorts to WWTCCD* and takes a deeper breath, and /smiles/. As long as you're smiling confidently, you can't make a fool of yourself, right**?

*Footnote: What Would The Cheshire Cat Do?
**Footnote: Just ask Booster Gold.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Å nej," Kara mutters to herself, trying out a little of the Swedish she's been frantically learning to keep Terry convinced. It's in response to the appearance of not one, not two, but three people who know her reasonably well in her more 'super' identity. She'd expected only Donna, and even then she'd worried about how she'd pull it off.

Caitlin's hand is taken and timidly shaken, her grip so loose as to be almost 'wet fish' territory without the wet part. She bows her head a little, like someone only coming to grips with royal protocol after watching Downton Abbey on Netflix. When she speaks, her voice is like a whisper and her accent pushed down to the point where the American twang seems a little forced: "Kara Danvers."

Her own reaction to the appearance of Wonder Woman is decidedly more understated. She smiles politely, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor and her hands buried deep in the pockets of her hoodie. It's when she noticed (or hears, or sees) Terry's response to her, that she seems to become a little more excitable about the whole affair. Taking her cues from her fellow intern - even if she doesn't say anything and just attempts to melt into the background a little more.

Donna Troy has posed:
"Sister!" Donna calls out to Diana, echoing Terry rather more emphatically than the poor intern's near whimper. "You have been making the news today. Showing off to the Americans again I see!" Her grin is pure tease, and her words can't deny the obvious pleasure at her sisters deeds that her eyes show.

    "Why don't you let me carry that heavy equipment for you, Miss Danvers," Donna offers with a friendly smile. Does she not recognize this Kara as the Kara with the very similar - if in that case not supposedly Swedish- accent who she was introduced to as Supergirl only a few days before, or is she just playing along with the secret identity? Or perhaps subtly teasing Kara for boasting about lifting cars?

    "Remember Cait, a sword can end a fight quickly. Sometimes a little poke means less actual damage." Donna grins and clasps Caitlin's upper arm. "Terry and Kara are here from the Daily Planet to interview me. Gods know why. I think Terry wants to quiz me on ancient history. Would you like to sit in? You too Diana, I am sure they wouldn't mind at all."

    Donna turns her smile on Terry. "You wouldn't mind, would you?" she asks. "It wouldn't be... distracting?"

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana first looks to Caitlin who approaches and she offers her a soft smile and a light nod. "He is in the hands of the NYPD Containment Unit." She replies quietly. A glance is given back the way she'd come but she lowers her stare and sweeps her gaze back over and up to Caitlin's eyes. "Though I hope he is treated as good as he can be. I have learned a bit about him and I feel a great deal of sympathy for his plight. But still, he chose his path in life and further choses to put others at risk because of his own lack of good judgment."

To the others, Diana offers a smile and a nod. Terry gets a noteworthy smile as she recognizes him from the Titan's tower. "How is the cloak?" She asks him. "I hope it is serving you will?" She's tall right now, well over six feet due to the wedge-heeled armored boots she's wearing. "Do you like Eggplant Parmissian?" Diana asks Terry then, now offering him the bag with the arm take-out she'd had. Wonder Woman leftovers! Eat them, or face her ire.

Over to Kara and Donna, Diana gives them both a grin. "Something like that, Donna." Diana tells her younger sibling before she nods to Kara. "Are you doing well, Kara?" She asks the cousin to Superman. "It is so good to see all of you here, feels like life has been breathed in to this home. What is the plans for today? Hanging out here or out for a big adventure?"

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
"I definitely don't want to tangle with him, either way," Caitlin tells Diana. When the Princess nears, she ducks her head in a respectful semi-curtsey to the princess-- observing a little formality, even in the casual moment.

The redhead glances sidelong at Donna, and while Diana's grilling the two reporters, Caitlin talks out the side of her mouth at her friend. "Look, you find a sword that can hurt me, then we'll talk," she mutters at Donna. "But considering how many people we run into that laugh at anti-tank weapons, I'm not seeing a huge advantage in using a sword over using jiu-jitsu," she says. "What am I gonna do if Rhino shows up? Poke him with a piece of metal until he tells me it's not tickling him anymore?"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry takes the leftover bag as if in a haze. He manages to keep his smile, and he even hears himself say "Why, thank you, yes, I love eggplant!" his green eyes flit over to Donna and he says, with slightly wider eyes than normal, "Why, no, miss Troia, I wouldn't mind in the least."

He turns to face Diana again.

"Er... the cloak /is/ serving me well. Us. What I mean is. I've put it in my home in a place of honor." This is technically true. However, it's not the right time to tell her he's thinking of donating it to the tower for a room where such things can be displayed for all to see and be reminded of what it is the Titans are striving for, and in whose steps they are following.

Because he's just the attached reporter following the story. And Kara musn't know of his secret identity.

"We were coming here to interview your sister, as she pointed out. You can join in, of course..." and then a little of the Cheshire bleeds into him across the metaphysical boundary, "... maybe you have awkward baby pictures of her you can show us. Or stories." Glance back to Donna.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Oh, please, it is okay," Kara tells Donna with a shake of her head, keeping her face partially hidden behind the stack of technology, "It would not be acceptable for the special guest to be carrying the machinery, would it? Let me."

All of what she says comes through as muffled behind what she's carrying, and she shifts a little awkwardly to look at Terry. The mention of baby pictures, however, makes her eyes beam from where they are visible.

"I looooove baby pictures," enthuses the brown-haired Swede.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Precision," Donna argues with Caitlin. "All the force coming to a single point of impact, targeting a weak point in the armor. A sword is not always the answer, but it often is. As for one that can hurt you, I suspect I know where one could be found, yes." She flashes a grin in Diana's direction.

    Donna loosens the straps on her armor, but doesn't take it off. You can learn to find just about anything comfortable, if you spend enough time wearing it. Besides, the reporters might want to take a photo or something.

    There is no mention of baby photos. Diana's a big sister and big sisters do as big sisters do. Donna's not going to try to discourage her, as that would only encourage her.

    "As you wish, Miss Danvers," Donna says with a smile. "A meeting room has been made available, please go on in..." She takes a few steps over and pushes a door open. "If anyone wants some refreshments, do say so. Drinks, snacks, whatever. We don't normally serve eggplant though, it's not really a thing in Themyscira."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana glances over to Caitlin and reaches a hand over to place it on her friend's shoulder, she gives said shoulder an affectionate squeeze and a light pat. "No finding swords that can damage you." She replies to the other even if that statement hadn't been said to her explicitly. She then places her stare back over on to Terry and gives him a soft grin, before Kara chimes in on the subject of baby pictures as well. "I am afraid Themyscira is not one for photography. Though my mother did have a number of paintings commissioned to be made of Donna throughout her upbringing."

She gives Donna a direct grin before she looks back to Terry. "I am afraid I must go deal with a few things, my return home has been delayed by the Rhino and then an impromptu meeting-there-after. So must be on my way, but you all enjoy your interview."

Diana turns toward the central hall of the embassy then, but before she goes she puts an arm around Donna to give her a quick squeeze. Her arm drops moments later and she offers a wave of her half-gloved hand and her bare fingers! 'Bye bye' she mouths to the group as she starts to turn and go now.

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
At Diana's admonition, Caitlin gives Donna a smug look-- and then sticks her tongue out at her friend, making a face. Thbbt! So there! But she's grinning all the same, and as Diana breaks, she squeezes the Princess' hand with a fond affection before she steps away from the crew.

Caitlin moves to help escort Kara and Terry, at Donna's direction, and she gives the dark-haired Titan a bemused look. "Baby paintings? How come you didn't let me see -those- before?" she quips, mischeviously.

Oh yes, there will be some ribbing about this in the days to come.

"So... you're Swedish, huh?" Caitlin asks Kara, trying to entreat some conversation from the Swede. "Your English is really good. Much better than my Swedish. I don't know any Swedish," she clarifies. "How do I say 'hello?' to someone? Like, politely, I mean," she clarifies.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry is relieved when the Princess takes her leave. He wasn't sure he could do the interview like that without worrying about making a fool of himself at every turn. With Donna, he didn't need to worry about that- she already knew he was a fool. "I think it would be great if we could get a hold of a copy of one of those paintings. You know. For the article. I think Miss Lane would greatly appreciate the thoroughness."

The redhead, visibly more relaxed, makes his way to the room. "I've already asked Kara to give me some lessons when she has time. Maybe she can come over to the Tower when I'm there doing interviews and we can have a collective lesson. You could cook some of your delicious cookies for her for her time. And you'd get to meet the rest of the Titans!" this last is to Kara, grinning, "You'd like them. Except for the dorky cat dude. Anyways, I think we're ready!" he reaches over into his jeans and takes out his phone, after carefully setting the leftovers bag on the nearest available surface.

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Well, it's afternoon right now," Kara tells Caitlin, craning her neck around to peer at the wristwatch she wears, "Sooo .. you'd say ... god daj. A little later you would say ... god kväll."

She really did do her homework. To be fair, learning languages was not all that hard for the supercharged Kryptonian brain and she'd already learned how to speak a number of them badly. Swedish had just been shifted to the top of the 'priority' list given her newfound place as the Planet's lovable Swede.

"Oh, I do not know about that," Kara says shyly at the mention of visiting the Tower and teaching, "I have many chores at home. My parents are very strict."

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna gives Diana a jokey warning glare as she returns the squeeze. Baby paintings indeed! "See you later Diana. Don't worry, I am sure I can handle the press just fine. This press, anyway. Terry will be very polite as he owes me for accusing me of being a paparrazzo when we first met."

    Donna watches her sister fondly for a few moments as she leaves before turning back to the vistors to usher them into the meeting room. "There are no baby paintings!" she lies to Caitlin.

    The meeting room is a little plainer than the lobby, but not much. The floor is marble, the big table is burled cedar wood brought to a high polish, the chairs comfortably leather-finished. Unfamiliar paintings hang on every wall in a style that's evocative of late Italian rennaissance Mannerist style in composition and lighting, but with a more vivid brush handling that is almost reminiscent of the 20th century expressionists. Themysciran art has provoked an intense debate amongst art critics in the past three years - some considering it dated and derivative, others describing it as an alternative path from the art of the classical world that never suffered from the academic niceties the Western art world suffered and rebelled against.


    Donna seats herself comfortably in one of the chairs, swivelling it almost side-on to the table, and puts her feet up. Heavy metal-shod leather boots on Diana's lovely table. Tut. "So, shall we get straight to it? " She flashes a smile to Terry and Kara. "What did you want to ask about? No questions in Swedish though please Kara, you should save those for when you interview Thor."

Caitlin Fairchild has posed:
Caitlin stops on the threshhold, and lifts her hands. "I'd just be a third wheel," Caitlin says. "I'll head downstairs and help tidy up the arena. Nice meeting you, Kara-- er, god kvall," she says, trying with a swing and a miss to pronounce it properly. "Don't let Terry push you around too much. He's a big softie once you get to know him."

She grins dazzlingly and wiggles fingers at them, and at Donna. "See you back at the tower, Sister," she informs the Amazon. "Don't let him lead you around by the nose too much. There's a reason I refuse to do press interviews."

With that, Caitlin backs out, closing the door behind her.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"You get a pass this time, but remember- I'm coming for you next, and I'm not taking no for an answer." Terry says to Caitlin, gesturing at her with the pen he just extracted from his satchel, ready to write on his notebook.

"Alright, better get down to brass tacks or however the expression goes, 'cause I don't want to take up too much of your time, since you need to remember your system to get those pictures. Which indubitably exist." He smiles.

Leaning back on his seat, he nods to Kara, "And don't let my blabber mouth overwhelm you. Interject any questions you want at any time."

With that said, he says "Well, let's talk about the big reveal here. The world has known you in a certain light for some time, and now... well, the cat is out of the bag, so to speak. Or rather, would you like to let the cat out in your own words?"

Kara Danvers has posed:
"Oh, yes, okay," Kara says with a nod to Terry, setting the equipment out on the table. She squints at it a few times as she sets it up, muttering under her breath in 'Swedish' which, to an actual Swede, does not sound like Swedish at all. When she's finally done, she puts the microphones where they should be and settles back into one of the fancy chairs.

She doesn't interject at all in the first round of questions, instead occasionally glancing at Donna while otherwise taking an extreme interest in the floor and the back of her hands.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "If you're sure Cait. And don't worry, if he tries pushing me around, I'll lasso him." Donna stops thoughtfully. Imagine a reporter with Diana's lasso. It could be a might force in the world of investigative journalism.

    "Yes, don't be intimidated by his blabber-mouth," Donna tells Kara with a grin. "He talks far too much. Just kick him under the table if you need him to shut up. "

    Donna settles back comfortable and takes a few moments to think how to answer. "I'm sure nobody would like to see a cat in a bag, yes..." she prevaricates. "But I feel this is lazy journalism. You want me to ask the question and answer it too!" She gives Terry a teasing grin. "I suppose what you are referring to is the question of who I really am. Until three years ago I was known here in America as Troia of the Titans. I left the team a little before they broke up, but now the Titans are back and so am I. I first came to America and joined with the Titans ten years ago, and when I was here before I wasn't able to really tell people a lot about myself. My people were keeping our presence a secret from the world at that time. However shortly after I left America that policy changed when Diana - Wonder Woman - became known to the world, and the Themysciran Embassy, which is where we are holding this interview, was opened up. Yes, I'm an Amazon. Like Wonder Woman. To be more accurate I was adopted as an Amazon, but I was raised and trained on Themyscira, and the source of my power is very much the same as Diana's. "

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry grins, "Think of it as putting the subject at ease. That's quite a thing- how does someone become adopted by the Amazons? And by no less personage than Queen Hippolyta of legend herself? It does sound like the beginning of a mythic hero's story right out of the pages... er, scrolls of old Homer, doesn't it?"

Donna Troy has posed:
    "It's weird hearing you call her 'of legend' like that," Donna says with a wry grin. "I mean I generally think of her as 'mom'. It's true that if you read Plutarch or Pausanius you'll get a rather corrupted version of the history of our people, and her name was prominent in those stories. Less prominent than it should have been. But remember she is a real person, not a myth."

    Donna swings her feet off the table and sits a little less casually, hands folded on the table top. "As for how I got adopted... I was very lucky. I can't recommend you try, even putting your gender aside. From time to time there have been children washed up on the shores of paradise island, and if they are young and have been orphaned by Poseidon, we do not send them away. They are raised to our ways, instructed with our wisdom, and when they reach the age of twice twelve twelves of lunar months - that's about twenty-three years old - they are sent back to Patriarch's World with our blessings, to help to spread the wisdom of the gods than mankind has long forgotten. That should have been my fate too, but for some reason Queen Hippolyta decided she would adopt me as her own, to raise me and train me as an Amazon."

    Donna smiles vaguely. "Perhaps she missed having a child. She had not had one of her own for almost a thousand years, after all."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Just a weee bit of time. You realize, of course, that it's an inconcievable stretch of time. But tell me... what was it like, growing up in Themyscira? Your sister was the first child in Themyscira, sure, but you were the second... the youngest," Terry smiles teasingly, "The baby. Were you treated with the more lax indulgence that most parents treat their youngest? What was Hippolyta like, as a mother?"

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Lax?" The notion seems to amuse Donna, and she leans forwards, grinning at apparently fond memories. "Far from it! Hippolyta is kind and loving, but she always made it clear that she had high expectations of me. From the age of six, my training was intense. My sisters have been learning for centuries... millennia. I had a lot of catching up to do! Yes I enjoyed the luxuries of the Themysciran court, but I had to work for them too."

    "Being raised on Paradise island - ah well, it is a good name for it. There is perhaps nowhere in the world so beautiful, so peaceful when you are not on the training fields, or so inspiring. Every day was a mixture of hard work and joy. But also - yes, different. There are very few children on Themyscira, and for much of my life there was nobody even close to my own age. "

    "I was indulged far more by the other Amazons than by my mother. Even now, most of them forget that I am no longer a child. Diana of course... she knew what that was like when she was growing up, and tries to remind the others that her sister is all grown up now. She has always been very supportive."

    "When I was sixteen, it was her example I wished to follow by leaving for Partriach's World, to come to America. Mother was very much against it at first, but Diana helped to persuade her."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"And here you are now, free to let the world know you are an Amazon, and there is an embassy. What does that change for Troia- the Troia the world knew as part of the Titans? You are still, of course, part of the Titans, but you no longer need to keep the secret." Terry taps his pen on his notepad, and looks at one scribble, remembering a question.

"Also, there are many things Patriarch's World can learn from the Amazons, that is in and of itself rather evident. You and your sister have lived among us longer than the rest of your sisters, so I have a question for you: in your experience living among us, would you say there is anything that your sisters could learn from us, or are we really that far behind the curve?" He grins.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Pizzas," Donna replies promptly. "We have a kind of pizza, but we don't bake it with tomato. That is an Italian innovation we would do well to borrow. Also Wi-fi. Themyscira is not well connected to the Internet, though we do have our own national domain name now. "

    She drums her fingers for a few moments, thinking about a more complete answer. "Certainly there are areas of technology where you are ahead of us. Because there are things we have been able to rely on enchantments to do for us, there are things we have had no real need to understand in the way your scientists do. Culture, too. Ours is fine but limited. That is inevitable with a small population and so little... cross-polination. We have wonderful composers, but never invented the blues, so your music is definitely more danceable. You have much great literature - even if Shakespeare took my mother's name in vain, I can't deny that A Midsummer Night's Dream is a wonderful piece of fiction. Film, of course. Cartoons. Video games. There is much that you can offer to us in exchange."

    Donna tilts her head thoughtfully. "Hopefully in terms of ethics and philosophy, it will be mostly a one-way thing. In that regard you are far behind the curve, yes. All of you see things on the news that make you sad to see, yet the collective will to repair those tragedies is weak. You feel compassion for your fellow humans, but do not put sufficient value on that compassion. No Amazon would sit by while her sister suffered. "

    Donna sits back again, relaxing as she addresses the easier question. "Personally - I don't imagine there will be much change for me. I suppose now I am something of a spokesperson for my people. It is a relief to me that I can express those feelings and thoughts more freely. It is an even bigger relief that I no longer have to hide things about my life from those I call my friends. That was a considerable burden to me, when I was here before."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Fair point on all of those. I think we should do a follow-up to speak about the Amazon ethics, but for now I think we have enough for an article regarding your revelation... oh," Terry thinks, and then looks at Kara to see if any questions are forthcoming, and then he looks back at Donna. He taps the corner of his lips with his pen, and smiles a little, "I actually have an idea for a follow-up already, but let's close with something else. Do you hav any favorite anecdotes from growing up with Diana as your big sister? Or, you know, any times you got into trouble?" he asks, eyes twinkling with mischief a little.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "It's a subject I could bore your readers with all day long," Donna says with a grin. "Though perhaps we can find some way to make it more compelling. I am a little surprised you did not ask more challenging questions though, Terry." The grin broadens. "Are we anti-Christian, do we really hate all men, am I jealous of my sister's fame..."

    Donna bursts out laughing, and shakes her head. "I know, I know! The Planet is a reputable newspaper, not like those muck-rakers from your rival. You told me already. Besides the answers to all those questions are 'no, of course not.' So it would be a boring set of questions.

    "Favorite anecodotes... oh so many, but really I wouldn't like to spread stories about my sister. Besides, you should keep that back for when you interview her. And me? Getting in trouble? Of course not. I was always a perfectly well behaved child."

    Donna leans forwards with a mischievous grin and eyes a-gleam, and switches off the recording equipment.

    "Though there was this one time..." she begins in a conspiratorial whisper.