17306/Uninvited Coyote Invasion

Uninvited Coyote Invasion
Date of Scene:	01 March 2024
Location:	Diana's Office: Themysciran Embassy
Synopsis:	Diana and mercy have a late night visit for tea and gossip!
Cast of Characters:	Mercy Thompson, Diana Prince

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Mercy Thompson has posed:
    The time is a bit more then usual after hours. Most of the women are either asleep or doing their own entertaining that stay here. Because she was at work later then usual, Mercy helped herself to the courtyard to do some spear training and also to kind of try and shield out some of the city a bit more. This also means she is able to notice a certain light in a window. That's when an idea comes to the mechanic smile wide.
    Mercy goes to her car, puts her spear away, and gets out her 'crash bag' and the sweets she backed today. Now it's time to do Mission Impossible style 'break into my friends office!' The dark skinned woman doing her best to try and find the princess wherever she is at and listen in near a door. Not to spy, but to be sure she doesn't interrupt something to private or important.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana was not one easily snuck up upon.

tonight, she is standing near the windows behind her desk, looking out at the side yard of the embassy grounds, where a small walking garden winds around the walled-in property. The Princess is wearing a black top, with slits up the sides of the sleeves to show of a hint of the skin beneath. Her hair is tied back, and she has a pair of loose-fit slacks in a white hue upon her lower half, with simple black shoes upon her feet. She's in a casual state of being, with her phone up to the side of her face, held in her right hand.

"Mmm hmm. We have already updated the security for the eastern platform, and its adjoining spaces. We do not want the shields coming on without a clear indication for nearby people to evacuate the dangerous locations. The new warnings should help prevent such accidents in the future." She is saying in to her phone, her voice calm and collected with that non-American accent.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy smiles and tries to see if the door is locked. She is good at being quiet, but no master ninja. She is patient and just is looking to sneak into the room... for now. Course she has a not small bag with her that she clutches with one arm to keep from moving or rattling. If she didn't have the stuff she could cheat and go with her other form, but that defeats the purpose of the fun. Everyone needs to be snuck in on every now and then. Safe friendly sneak up, not bite and murder you sneaking.

Diana Prince has posed:
As it so happened, there was no lock on the door handle to the office at all, just a simple brass handle that easily twists to open.

With it open, it'd be easy to see Diana standing behind her desk, one arm crossed over her stomach, with her back mostly facing the doorway, as her eyes were fixed out one of the windows. Outside a little squirrel is standing on the shoulders of one of the marble statues along the garden pathway, its bushy tail twitching as it runs in a circle around the statue's neck. Diana observes this, while talking quietly in to her phone.

"I am sure that Miss Boyd will be happy with the results of your effort." She states, before she glances over her shoulder at the sound of the door opening.

Mercy is given a smile upon Diana's red hued lips, acknowledging the woman's presence, and that she clearly has detection skills superior to the amateur sneaking type!

"I will have to let you go." Diana says in to her phone, "But I'll be back out at the Starport by mid day tomorrow. We shall talk then." She states to whomever was on the other end of the proverbial line. A second later, and she's setting her phone down on her desk, as she now stands beside her chair. "Mercy. How was your training?" She asks, clearly aware of that which the mechanic had been doing minutes earlier as well.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    BAH! Foiled! Mercy does the mature adult thing. She waves a hand like a Jedi while mouthing, "This is not the coyote you are looking for." Then goes back to sneaking almost comically as if she wasn't just noticed. Doing a bad spy movie tuck roll to get to the desk and hiding purposefully with the top of her dark hair showing.
    At least until she is addressed at which point she stands and pouts. "Oh it wasn't bad. I needed to get that workout burn and don't want to get rusty. It didn't sound too top secret so hope you don't mind me coming in. NOT that your door would stop my ears if I really wanted to drop some eaves." She sets her little Tupperware case on the desk. "I come baring gifts. Any comments on my form if you were watching?

Diana Prince has posed:
With her phone down on the desk, and Mercy playing up her Hamburglar impersonation, the Princess is left to just fold her arms lightly across her stomach, and smirk big huge at the other woman on the other side of the desk. She starts to grin then as Mercy rises up, and approaches the desk to set her plastic box down upon it.

"I saw you out there a few minutes ago, when I went to check on something with Greta." Greta Candy being Diana's assistant who has a office just adjacent to her own. "And nothing too important, merely checking in on the status of some updates to our security protocols following an incident at the Starport a few days ago..."

Diana's eyes glance down to the tupperware, and she purses her red lips for a moment. "Did you just bring some manner of treat in to my office?" She asks in her smoky toned voice, a playful flow to the words as they are spoken.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy of course has to respond to the tone as she mock pats her heart and does her best to look flushed. "Why Diana," doing her best to offer a pale echo of the tone. "You know how much I yearn to be able to offer you something sweet for your tongue." She is all smiles and opens up to show the soft cake like cookies with some kind of dark filling. "A variant of a very very old recipe. Maybe even older then you, but I updated it a bit." Mercy admires the woman a moment. "I just though someone should try and do something nice for you for a change."

Diana Prince has posed:
The playful banter has Diana showing a larger smile over toward Mercy, before the lid is removed, and the baked treats are put on display. "Oh my." She responds, as she uncrosses her arms from her stomach, and now navigates her way around the far side of her desk. Coming to stand on Mercy's right, she peers down at the cake-like cookies, and bites down upon her bottom lip. "I do not imagine the recipe could possibly be as old as me, but... you never know." She states, her eyes going up and to her left to fall upon Mercy again. She offers the side of the woman's arm a light touch and squeeze, "Looks delicious." She says in a sincere tone.

Separating herself, she moves toward the small kitchen area in the corner to the right of the entry doorway, "Would you like something to drink with it?" She asks, glancing back over her shoulder toward the other as she moves the few steps it takes to reach the kitchenette area.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I have a friend that is older then recorded history, and I don't think you are quiet that old. Either way it isn't something you'll find in Yancy street." She motions to the items in question, "Help yourself. I was a bit frustrated a few days ago and over baked. So save me from living in sweat pants."
     Mercy watches Diana go and is glad she got the woman to do an honest smile. "That sound great, thank you." She moves to set her bag on a a chair that a guest may use. "Glad you aren't upset about someone who you met by fixing your car throwing some calm chaos into your night life."

Diana Prince has posed:
At the drink counter, Diana prepares them both a cup of tea, pouring and dripping a bit of honey in to the cups. With little spoons sticking out of either cup, she walks back to join Mercy at the seating area, offering her one of the cups, warm to the touch. "As for the skill you were putting on display out there in the courtyard, I would say I would need to see you in a sparring match to truly offer you pointers. Beyond that, the little I could say is work on speed, and tighter footwork." She says, smirking ever so softly before she settles down on the leather sofa's right hand side, and leans forward to pick up a napkin off the table's wooden container, then she is soon to scoop up a baked cookie treat.

With tea in one hand, and treat in the other, Diana swaps her eyes back up to Mercy. "I hope you haven't been too burned out. With work, I assume?" She asks, before biting in to the treat, and utterly melting at the taste.

It is known that Diana has a sweet tooth, and seems to really enjoy the deliciousness such as this gifted delight!

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Thank you," as the tea is taken in both hand with a small smile. Mercy doesn't even notice letting her fingers brush along the hand offering it. "Smells very nice, and I love a bit of natural honey in tea." She's not used to being told to work on her speed, that's one of her stronger suits normally. "I was trying to get the basics down but maybe I was being too slow and cautious. I'll focus on that, but I was here to try and make you do less work. So my bad on asking."
    Mercy settles into the seat as she sips her tea and savor the taste for a long moment. "Winter is always busier. More fender benders, people that didn't winterize their cars and more. But that's good for business and keeps the lights on." She tucks up one leg after kicking off her shoe and says. "I also was going to offer you a chance at a silly American tradition that I never got to do, and not sure you have either."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana continues to enjoy the treat, easily consuming half of the first cookie within a couple bites. She takes a sip of her tea to chase the bites, as she dabs at her lips with the napkin. Her eyes refocus upon Mercy then, and she nods her head a single time. "Business busy is the right kind of busy to be." She states in a warm tone. "I was worried it was a more negative stressful burden, but am glad to hear otherwise."

At the rest of what Mercy says, Diana tilts her head in curiosity. "Is it fly a kite? I have never flown a kite before, and always meant to..." She grins openly after admitting that. "If it is bake a pie, I have never successfully pulled that off either..." She jokes, surely!

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "No the negative stress came from some," Mercy pauses as she searches for the words, "extended family stuff." She stays curled up there and sipping the tea, leaving Diana to enjoy all the cookies she wants.
    "Those are great ideas, and not sure I ever did a kite myself. Obviously I have baked a pie and if you like we can see if you got what you need and try and bake a pie." She nods to her bag and then Mercy offers, "I was thinking 'have a sleep over' as a thing. You know, paint nails, brush each other's hair and all that. I am sure your busy and all. But just kind of think you may enjoy something.... I don't know... immature?"

Diana Prince has posed:
the first cookie is finished off, and chased again with another sip of tea. A second cookie is snatched up out of the container, with a light smile visible on her lips at the action of it. Diana is soon to bite in to the second as well, but this time with a more nibble-esque approach, pacing herself on the second go around. "I am sorry to hear about family issues. Those are always challenging..." She quietly says, in a more subtle tone of her voice.

The following suggestion, and offer, of a adolescent way of passing a night away, has the Princess smiling openly, and there-after laughing softly. She glances down at the tea in her hand, her stare going a bit distant, before she looks up to Mercy again.

When I was a child, I was desperate for other children my age. It was a challenge to find someone to relate to, when surrounded by only adults. I got by, of course, but ... I yearned for such a connection to share with another. So you are right, I have never done that. It could be fun though, who knows." She says in a more cheery flavor of her voice. She then has to grin, and lightly shake her head.

"I am not allowed in the kitchen here, to cook, nor am I allowed to try in the Themysciran Palace. I ... make a mess of it, so they say... any time that I try."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy's dark eyes are bright with silent laughter as she rests her chin on her knee and sips her tea. The woman giving her focus to Diana, while they sip and snack. She's a pretty good listener as she lets Diana talk without doing anything to try and interrupt the woman.
    "Well you'd have me to help you in the kitchen, and I won't tell if you won't. Lasso not withstanding. Which I am not even sure it work on me." She shrugs a bit and then looks a bit introspective herself.
    "I can relate about that childhood. I had no children around me either, and most adults were also powerful murder machine werewolves. So I never had one either, and not sure if I'd do it right. But if we both have fun, who cares right? I promise I have no fleas." Offering a big wide grin with her comment.

Diana Prince has posed:
A bit more of the cookie is nibbled upon, as Diana listens to Mercy's response. She does glance to her left, at the bookshelves there, where a niche is built in to the middle of them, and her armor is fully on display beneath a warm spotlight. The lasso is afixed to the leather harness that hangs across the gold and crimson bodice, its golden length of coiled rope glinting beneath the light. "Few have ever been able to resist its insistent demands." She fires back with another small smirk for the other woman.

"I would be happy to take you up on the offer too." She replies, another sip of her tea taken, before she glances at the cookie in her hand. "A good excuse to get further cooking training. Though I warn you, I have had many Master Chefs get utterly exasperated with my ... take on baking, and cooking in general." She smirks more openly there, before she shakes her head lightly.

"But really, I would just enjoy to hear more about your family history, and history in general. Every time you speak of it, it sounds... more and more enigmatic. So pick a time, and I will do my best to be there."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "It's a sleepover. You're suppose to do dumb stuff. If you want to try, we can. I'm a pretty honest person truth be told, but magic stuff doesn't like me. Sometimes it gets weird." Mercy totally sounds game though. Who knows maybe she can lie with it, or maybe it will make her skin pink.
    "Baking can be about precise measurements but there are some others that we can always try. I don't mind. I'm pretty sure the risk of serious fire damage is low." That won't stop Mercy from having an extinguisher close by though.

    "I'm happy to talk about it. You want to do it here, or get comfortable while I yammer at you? I think you know the broad strokes. But I can happy start over. I grew up in the back wilds of Montana for the most part in one of the largest werewolf packs on the continent." Figuring that may be as good a spot to start as any.

Diana Prince has posed:
The topic of the sleepover has the Princess smiling softly throughout it, as she finishes off the second cookie, and uses the napkin to dust her fingertips with. "I am sure we can find the time to test it at some point." She says of the lasso before she indulges in another sip of the warm green tea.

At the talk of Mercy's heritage, Diana holds her tea cup between her hands, her forearms touching the tops of her thighs, as she watches, and listens closely.

"I will admit, I have had some dealings with werewolves in the past, but not here in the United States. Overseas, in eastern Europe. They were, not friendly, and I had to put several of them down that were terrorizing a small town in the region. I imagine there is much more nuance to being a werewolf, than the typical minds might believe, but in my experiences, I have not seen the good side of the species. I do hope there are ones who would fall within that, and I am guessing you might know some who would." She states with another little smirk at herself.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy doesn't seem bothered by Diana's statement of killing werewolves, "it needs to be done sometimes. Not everyone can handle what that does to them. I don't really know because I was born as I am. Mom suddenly had a coyote pup in a diaper in her crib and not her daughter, and mom had me when she was a teenager. Fortunately she knew someone in this pack and they took me in to be a foster kid of sorts." Mercy will sip her tea again.

    Settling into the seat she takes off her other shoe then and sits on the chair half hiding behind her legs. The posture looks relaxed and comfortable, not born of shyness or shame. "I can always see if you can come visit that pack. The alpha keeps most of the others in check, holding onto problem wolves as can be. He has a few sons that are rather old, handsome too. They work mostly to help go out and police other packs that are under this packs purview. I don't think anyone was really ready for the terror that was me. The alpha's wife hates me. Pretty sure she tried to honestly kill me a few times too."

Diana Prince has posed:
Tales of 'monsters' were the kinds of things that Diana truly did love as a little girl, but her understanding of such things had drastically changed in to her adult years, and especially so after leaving Themyscira for the first time. In the mortal world, Diana was presented with such creatures on a far too regular basis. She'd spent a hundred years traveling the globe in the cover of a secret identity, and often helped those in need when whisperings reached her of troubles in the shadows, or otherwise.

She gently nods her head to Mercy's story, and smirks at the 'handsome' bit about the sons.

When it gets to the wife of the Alpha potentially trying to kill the woman across from her, Diana tilts her head to the side. "I could find out for you." She offers, obviously referring to the lasso, and the ability for Diana to get people to 'spill their guts' on a topic, so to speak!

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Find out what," then Mercy realizes what Diana is offering and breaks into a laugh. Waving off the offer as she keeps smiling and laughing. "No no no. No need. I'm sure she was but it was because I represented something she can't ever have. Besides I got her back and eventually her mate told her what would happen if she DID kill what he considers semi his adoptive daughter."

    Mercy shrugs and says, "Weird family trees right? I got a mother who was a teenager when she had me, a biological dad who died before he knew mom was pregnant. Then you got my werewolf foster father. Then I got the werewolf alpha." Mercy jokes, "No wonder it's hard for guys to measure up and keep up with me." Mercy will snag a cookie as she nibbles it and get to her tea again.

Diana Prince has posed:
When the offer is turned down, Diana just shows a soft smile in response. She understands, as such a thing could cause a number of ripples to spread out across the family following Wonder Woman showing up to get answers to past drama. She just quietly sips her tea again, and nods her head once toward the other woman across from her.

A smile blossoms upon her red lips at the family tree topic. "I can go toe to toe with you on this one, I think." She says, her smile turning in to another grin playing across her sculpted facial features. "Most of it is public record now, though, so you may already be familiar with my unusual story. You know, when I first became a public figure, I received a lot of doubtful comments, from those who believed I was lying about my past, my origin, and my people. It was not until I was able to confer with my mother, that I could truly prove the existence of my home, and put to rest much of the conspiratorial commentary I had to deal with in the early days of yester-year. 2017." She smiles again then.

Diana takes in a light breath as she droops her shoulderes a little, her elbow going to the top of her thigh as she puts her chin on the back of her hand, her eyes upon Mercy. "These complicated family tree issues, are what have lead you to be here, yes? You needed a break from it all, a place where you could decompress some, as I believe you have told me in the past?"

"All the same, should you ever venture back, I would be happy to accompany you. Perhaps your family would be on better behavior if I were there to intimidate some of them, just a 'bit'." She says, clearly joking around in a light hearted fashion.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Hey you wanna talk about yourself, go for it!" Far be it from Mercy to deny Wonder Woman talking about her family tree or past. She is just happy to snack and drink tea. "You think for being a history buff, I'd look you up. But since I know you the woman, I rather learn about you that way, and not in a book. But I can only guess the skepticism you got hit with. Oh and the mansplaning."

    Her head shakes some as the braid flips behind her shoulder with the motion. "Not really. When I got old enough I wanted to see more then the pack. My foster parents were dead, my mother head remarried and I had three step-sisters. So I went to college. That's what got me out to the 'real world' as it were. Sounds a bit like you, being ready to fly the nest and just see more then ONE mountain valley's area. I swear I knew every tree, trail, rabbit home, bear cave, and waterhole around that home for a dozne miles." She pauses to sip tea before continuing, "From college I tried to get a teaching job and failed miserably."

    "You wouldn't have to intimidate anyone if you came home. Long as you didn't try to put the alpha down. Werewolves are a lot more about body language, and most would be in awe of you. I go back rarely these days. Though the alpha did ask me to look into something for him not long ago to spy for him. The good news is that having ties to him keeps most strays from trying something." She winks," and I'm a hell of a shot."

Diana Prince has posed:
Another smile touches Diana's lips, followed by a small laugh. "I have to admit that the world has changed a lot in my century of exploring, and experiencing it. Much of the change truly has been positive, even if I know the negatives are often what garner the most attention from those living in the 'now'." She calmly responds as she folds her napkin upon her lap, getting it in to a nice and small triangle. "I think it important that I say these things, though, to let people know that there really is positive strides being made across the planet. It is far from perfect, as we all know, but it has gotten so much better... in so many ways..."

She trails off there, letting her words linger for a moment, along with a sincere expression following them, but soon she is smiling again.

"Honestly, I would rather just bring you to Themyscira sometime, to let you experience my homeland first hand, and let you hear about me from the mouths of those who raised me." and with that said, she is grinning again.

She does curiously tilt her head at the bit about the Alpha asking for help. "Anything serious?" She inquires of it.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    Mercy makes sure to be patient, she's content to hold her tea and just watch Diana. Letting the woman have her moments of introspection without worry of being hostess. "I agree," she states about how the world is going with a small hopeful smile. Hopefully it will keep getting better.

    "If you want me to go to your home island I'd love to do it. Long as nobody shoots me when I'm on a 'run' if you catch me," as Mercy makes a little scamper motion with one hand. "Or mind if I hunt a bit of the local wildlife too. The bit I catch of scents from some of your sisters when they come here is amazing. Talk about intense." Mercy considers a bit and then adds, "Though I may be willing to play bed canine. I'm told I can make an incredible plush substitute for sleeping."

    "Oh it was just looking into see if there was a rogue wolf and anything that needed dealing with. Guy was doing his best to hole up in a sort of hollow at the mountains. I took Sprite with me, and we made a road trip of it. Was mostly fun." Mercy keeping maybe a touch vague but she has no serious injuries. Her smile shows a lot of her teeth, something she only does when she's enjoying her more fierce side of herself. "They never knew what hit them. Two small women just flipping these jerks' world over on their heads."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana laughs softly at the little story of Mercy and Sprite hunting together. "I can only imagine..." She softly replies to it, as she takes another sip from her nearly empty cup. "Mmh, as for hunting on Themyscira. It is possible, but you might be monitored by membrs of our Ranger division. There are ... unusual creatures that call the wilds of Themyscira home. The Enchanted Forest alone, holds many such things in its varied beastiary of denizens. From the smallest of rabbits, to the largest of dragon, Themyscira is a place of respite for mythical beings long forsaken from the wider world at-large. The fear would be you finding yourself in a spot you'd be unfamiliar with. But, in time, you could learn, and likely become a trusted aid to the balance of nature, and how my people interact with it there-in."

She grins softly at Mercy, as she holds the tea cup between her hands over her knees. "I am sure you could take care of yourself, of course. But stumbling in to a dragon's cave, may have its unexpected perils."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "Oh I wouldn't hunt anything that I didn't know about," Mercy does her best to reassure. "Though I guess that is a fair point that I hadn't considered. I just appreciate a good run. I find it is really hard to explain to people who can't take a four legged form. There's a satisfaction to feeling the ground dance under your feet, the wind tugging at your tail, and just moving." Diana can detect a hint of embarrassed blush from Mercy as she gets poetic for a moment.

    She considers what she would do if she met an actual dragon. "I thin I would hope someone would be there to see me lay on it's nose and put my tail under it's nostrils. This way I gave the dragon a coyote moustache and just how suave I made him or her look with that." She wiggle her brows a bit and just enjoys the mental image of a sleeping dragon, with a coyote moustache as it slept.

Diana Prince has posed:
The visual imagery of a coyote laying itself across the nose of a dragon has Diana letting out another soft laugh, melodic in tone, dimplying the corners of her cheeks. She shakes her head gently from side to side. "One of the dragon's is quite grumpy to be around, the other prefers her peaceful time within her underground cavern baths, but is a better conversationalist than the grumpy one." She explains, showcasing a light smirk at the topic all together.

She nods a single time then. "There are plenty of places for you to enjoy an entirely safe run, however. From the beaches to the flower plains, you could run the grassy hills that I did growing up, on horse and kanga alike." She states, grinning in a happy way toward the other.

"We should plan for it soon. After the sleep over, of course. I need to start impressing people with my suddenly expert level cooking skills." She laughs lightly again before she stands up and offers to take Mercy's tea cup.

"Would you like a refill?"

Mercy Thompson has posed:
    "I like to think I'm pretty quiet and good at listening. Maybe growing up away from cities means you learn to value quiet and your senses. You name the time and I can see about keeping the shop ready for the trip." No way is Mercy going to turn THIS trip down.

    "Sure I'll take another cup, and offer to you what I half joked about for your sisters. Do you want a nice soft furred body to share you bed?" Mercy may be smiling wide and some may take it as giving a lien to Diana, but that's not what Mercy is offering. She's just offering a quiet, sense of someone else there near you as you sleep. Sometimes that's a real comfort for some. "No offense taken if you say 'no' either. I just though I offer in the spirit of 'sleep over' for our strange and lost childhoods."