17133/Uh oh

Uh oh
Date of Scene:	08 February 2024
Location:	Upper East Side
Synopsis:	Wade W. Wilson comes to the Themysciran Embassy to hug the Justice League.
Cast of Characters:	Wade Wilson, Diana Prince

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Wade Wilson has posed:
    01:07 PM, Upper East Side!

    Outside the Themysciran Embassy there's almost always steady foot traffic. Only in the long hours of the night does it slow down, but during the day there's the brisk rush of a crowd moving past with that sense of feigned purpose that only New Yorkers can maintain.
    Tourists, travellers, and locals all wander past the majestic building. A series of Food Carts are often set up on the edge of things along the street nearby, doing a steady business during the lunch-time hour. Though now as foot traffic slows some of those carts begin to close up shop in preparation to moving to better hunting grounds until the dinner rush.
    Amongst the controlled chaos, however, appears a costumed man. Not uncommon these days, considering there are quite a few who are dressed so for serious purpose in the city. But also normal people wear costumes as well to offer autographs and make what passes for a living doing that.
    Wade Wilson is here for none of those reasons. He is here out of love.
    Or something approximating moderate starstruck affection that inspires a man on the edge to continue on!
    He rolled on up and not that many people paid attention. One tourist piped up as he passed, "Hey, Spider-Man, how much for an autograph?!"
    He was ignored.
    No, Wade had a true purpose. A calling. Dressed in his red and black, but wearing a brown trenchcoat and carrying a 1982 Sony Chordmachine Mega Bass AM FM Radio Cassette Player. He also had a goal. Standing outside the embassy he took up a position sort of in the middle, under the largest bank of windows area that seemed suitable.
    It's there that he raised the boombox over his head, and hit play.

    "I like big butts an' I can not lie."
"You otha brothas can't deny."
"That when a girl walks in wit' a itty bitty waist an'"

"A round thing in yo' face. You get SPRUNG."

Diana Prince has posed:
Needless to say the Embassy has an impressive facade that alone draws tourists to stop by to take photos, selfies and videos of the place. there is a smattering of them out in front of the green grass lawn in front of the embassy who are trying to enjoy the afternoon atmosphere of the building with the ancient Greek elements to its decor.

They enjoy it less when that music starts pumping and thumping out of that massive radio that several of the younger people are not even sure what the HELL it is!

It's about half way through the song before life stirs in the embassy, as well, and a pair of women in modern clothing appear down the side pathway, both of them carrying very unmodern long spears with golden tipped pointed blades at the end of the poles...

One of the women is a pretty redhead, the other a more muscular brunette, who still has a pretty face. They approach Wade, and stand between him and the Embassy.

"Can you turn that down?" The redhead asks, her voice mildly meak, in comparison to when the bulkier brunette beside her tilts her head at Wade. "Can you shut that off?!" The woman shouts much more loudly and more audibly.

Both of them plant their spears on the butt-ends, blades pointed up toward the sky, for now.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "What?!" Is the single word answer they get at first as Wade leans forward, boom box now resting on one shoulder. The other hand cradles his ear as if augmenting the volume of their words. "No, otherwise she won't be able to hear it!"
    Which has him leaning back and then lifting the boom box again as if to accentuate the bridge.

"So tell em to shake it (SHAKE IT),
Shake it (SHAKE IT)
Shake that healthy butt.
Baby got back."

    Though he does twist the volume knob a little as he leans forward, "Or hey, you guys got walkie-talkies in those things?" He motions with an upnod at the spears, "You could just tell her that Wade's here. He's doing a very thoughtful romantic gesture and offering her the siren song of his people? Something like that, but be poetical and junk."
    That said he gives a quick firm nod.

Diana Prince has posed:
Across the street is a elderly African American man who has far more white in his beard than the brown that had been there in his youth. He is laying down a nice dance to the beat from the song coming from across the street, even adding a full twirl that spends him around three times before he continues his hip thrusts and leg kicks! Clearly some New Yorkers are enjoying the show.

The two Amazons in front of Wade are not, however. They both frown at Wade's response, exchange stares with one another, before they look back toward the masked man in unison.

"princess Diana is not here!" The brunette shouts. "You are wasting your time!" She adds, as the redhead just swipes some of her fiery hair out of her blue eyes.

"You are disturbing the peace of our property, and we kindly ask you stop!" She further adds while the redhead is starting to show some smirks and contained amusement expressions at some of the lyrics of the song, having never heard it before, and slowly starting to understand its message.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "Are you sure?" Wade asks, still shouting over the volume of the song, which really is an accomplishment. And he can't help his head bobbing along at certain points of the song, less punctuating the rhythm and more the lyrics, even doing a little whip-cracking motion with his hand at the appropriate point.
    "Maybe she's just in the back?" Which is when he _CRANKS_ that knob up and really the peace is being super disturbed then, like for reals. Enough that some of the passersby are visibly wincing and doing that partial lean away from things as they walk past.
    But it gets toward the end when he says, "Are you positive, not here at all? Pinky swear? Like is she in space or is she somewhere reachable with like a strong work ethic and a discount second hand HYDRA teleporter device?"

Diana Prince has posed:
Both women take a step back when the masked man cranks up the volume. The redhead even reaches her free hand up to tap at her ear before shaking her head. The brunette looks much more displeased than her counterpart, however, but she just pulls her smart phone from her black leather jacket and flips it on with a press of a thumb. She turns it around to show a News Headline about Diana of Themyscira giving a speech to a young audience of aspiring astronauts at the Atlantic Starport.

"She is out at sea!" The redhead explains over the music, now raising HER voice to shout over the music.

The door to the embassy opens up, and a pair of women in armored Amazon attire step out, their attire much more traditional than the two in front of Wade. Armed with smaller spears, they stride out on to the front steps of the building, and glare across the yard toward their morr New York-contemporary dressed sisters.

"You can leave a message, and we will give it to the Princess when she returns!" The brunette shouts loudly again!

People are taking video of the interaction, and the regal looking Amazons that have appeared outside now.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    "WHAT?!" He shouts back again, but then those white eyelets narrow into a crinkly thin line as he reads, the hidden lips behind the mask moving slowly as he spells out the headline to himself. Then he blinks and abruptly...

*CLICK*

    Silence. Or as much silence as there ever is in New York, distant honking is still there, the murmur of the crowd, the rumble of passing cars. But more something akin to silence than it was moments ago. He lowers the boom box and tucks it under one arm, expression clearly grumpy as he rests a hand on his hip. "She didn't tell me she was going on a trip!"
    Which, was true. She did not indeed tell him.
    Then his nose crinkles again. "Well, alright. I'll leave a message, but you need to jazz it up a little. Not just, 'Oh by the way some guy named Wade stopped by.'" Deadpool nods his head a few times, "You tell her that... this super cool dude named Wade came by and did this hype romantic gesture. He bought a trenchcoat and everything and then tried to serenade her from afar but then he was stopped by..."
    A sudden break, "Well, two babes of a babe-like persuasion. Do you guys... like how do you guys get so many like _really_ attractive Amazons? Is it something I shouldn't ask about? Like exposing the boy childrens at birth." He claps a hand over his mouth, "Sorry, sorry. But you know what I mean."

Diana Prince has posed:
The man across the street is still grooving to the beats, when they suddenly shut off. He continues to dance for a few moments longer, before suddenly stopping and glaring across the street at the two women that clearly got his song shut off. "Let the music play!" He shouts in a gruff voice with one hand held up to his face, but soon is headed back toward his shop and grabbing his broom stick from the door jam beside the entrance.

"Exercise is the key to beauty, and longevity. We maintain both by keeping fi--" The brunette cuts the redhead off with a sidelong glare at that response to Wade.

The brunette looks him up and down, before she smirks. "It is a lovely coat, Mister Wade." She says in her Themysciran accented English quite similar to Diana's own. "We will relay your message. The Princess travels in her personal jet, and it can get anywhere in the world within an hour, thus she travels often. Her public appearances are scheduled on our website, which you are welcome to sign up at for the weekly newsletter sent directly to your electronic mail."

The redhead smiles brightly at this declaration from her sister, as though she is very proud of her people for having an automated newsletter system on teir website.

Wade Wilson has posed:
    Without looking away from the two Amazonian women, Wade turns the boom box to the side and points it now in the direction of the dancing man who had his jams so cruelly cut off. He then hits play again but now the music is directed in his direction and so the cacophonic soundwaves are less... egregious. Allowing conversation.
    But Wade's looking between to the two of them with an open curious look in those wide white eyelets.
    When the redhead mentions the key to their rather impressive good looks he gives a sincere nod as he replies, "You do, you really do." But then when the brunette starts giving him the spiel he gestures with a hand to the side, "Oh c'mon don't gimme that. That's the stuff you say to tourists. It's me, Wade Wilson here. Deadpool? Me and Diana are like this..." He holds up fore and ring finger, then glances at it... then at the Amazons... then those fingers. He slowly lowers his hand before he does anything that gets himself killed.
    "Don't tell me she never mentioned me to you guys? We hung out! At the Arby's the other day. And... that time at the Tech show? That was me! Lassoed me and everything. But in any case, tell her I need a hug. Like..." He leans over a little as if trying to look over the brunette's shoulder at her phone then back up into her eyes. "Don't pawn me off on that email news letter thing. That's what you do for the tourists. I'm almost like family at this point."
    He then pauses and his tone shifts as if he was starting an entirely new conversation, "By the way, guys. I really need to know your names because... Damn. I mean I've been kicked out of tons of places, but never by such... lovely people."

Diana Prince has posed:
The man across the street is back to his jive dancing ways with his broomstick being used as part umbrella twirling effects, and part air guitar for specific chords. What appears to be his grandkids come out of the store, and begin recording their grandpa as he puts on a show like few others!

The brunette seems very displeased at the music coming back on, while the redhead raises a hand and points a finger at Wade. "He's the guy that was waving a spear rifle around at the fast food place. I told you about him. Diana also brought him aboard to question him at the summer tech convention down in Atlantic City this past summer."

Clearly the redhead is ontop of her knowledge game. The brunette raises an eyebrow at her, before she looks back to Wade, her free hand now going to her hip. "I will let the Princess know that you came by, Mister Wade." She says in a gruff tone.

"We are Adrastea." The redhead chimes in again, her free hand touching fingertips to her chest, before she motions then to her left. "And Galatea." She indicates her larger friend, who gives another scowl toward her sister for sharing their names.

"We do hope that you do not wave a spear gun around at us, or any of our people while you visit, and should the Princess acknowledge your friendship, we will happily see you in next time that you stop by." Adra says, quite cheerily, while Gala falls quiet now, glowering at this exchange.

Wade Wilson has posed:
Wade Wilson says, "Adrastea." He points at the redhead, then to the brunette. "Galatea. I have names to go with faces now. I'm walking on air." His voice shifts ever so subtly British with those last few words.
    He backs up a bit, body language signalling his departure. Though he does arrest it as he suddenly steps forward, though the music still churns ahead hitting those last few beats before silence returns as the song hits its finale and ends. Which is when Wade clicks the stop button.
    "I promise, no spear guns. Pinky swear." He looks between them, "I don't suppose I can get some digits to go with... no no... I understand. Too soon." Perhaps intercepting one of those Galaglares.
    "And it's Mr. Wilson. Or really just Wade. That's my name. Wade Wilson. You see." A few more backward steps. "Maybe you can give me some of those beauty and fitness tips Adrastea... I mean you can come along too Galatea? Yes, no? I'll mark you down as a maybe."
    He backs up another few steps, raising his voice as he continues the conversation despite the distance growing. "I'll see you guys later. Heart emoji. Byyyyye.""

Diana Prince has posed:
The two Amazon women have a real good cop, bad cop dynamic going between them, but as Wade begins to make his departure, Gala simply continues to lightly scowl, while Adra smiles and waves her hand rapidly in his wake. "Goodbye, Wade." She calls after him.

Across the street, the elderly man continues his dance up to the finale of the song, and at its end, his grandkids fire up some sick beats on a cell phone, encouraging their gradfather to keep up his moves! "Mom says you need to exercise!" One of them calls out to him, as he waves a hand dismissively at that comment.

As Wade strides off, right as he's making a turn to another street, the glimmer of white forms over the Embassy as the 'Invisible Jet' suddenly shimmers in to place, making its final approach over Wonder Woman's New York home.

timing is everything.