18134/Invading Di's Office

Invading Di's Office
Date of Scene:	01 June 2024
Location:	Diana's Office: Themysciran Embassy
Synopsis:	The three Amazons make serious plans. Dollywood here we come!
Cast of Characters:	Donna Troy, Diana Prince, Cassie Sandsmark

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Donna Troy has posed:
    Nobody is attacking the embassy. Or Themyscira. Or Earth. At least not right now. Probably such things are happening somewhere, somehow, in some way, somewhere in the background, but there's no /immediate/ crisis. Even the everyday tasks of the embassy are at a low ebb, very possibly because after the whole last set of shenanigans the diplomatic norm has become battening down the hatches and pretending you were somewhere else that day when it comes to dealing with the Amazons.

    For whatever reason, there doesn't even appear to be a whole lot in the way of crimes happening, despite what Robocop might say if he were here, and real, and ideally not the 2014 remake. Everything is quiet. Suspiciously quiet.

    "Diiiiii! I'm booooored!" Donna is far too old to be saying things like that, but on the other hand when you're Amazons age is a funny thing. She's a thirtieth of Diana's age or something, so it's allowed.

    "Nothing's happening! I'm boooored!" Donna reiterates, this time not from outside Diana's office, but from inside as she bumps the door open and makes her way inside. On the up side, she comes bearing ice cream from the Big Gay Ice Cream shop, so she's not actually here to demand to be entertained by her big sister, she's here to offer the entertainment! A tub of Rocky Roadhouse, a tub of Salty Pimp, a tub of American globs, and spoons. She comes well-armed!

Diana Prince has posed:
One of the aspects of being a super hero, in a world like this, is time management. There is always something terrible happening somewhere. How does one manage themselves, and not go insane trying to be everywhere, all at once?

It isn't easy, and it isn't something Diana learned easily, if she's even yet learned it at all.

When the door to her office is bumped open, Donna comes to find that the elder sister is indeed within it, and not at her desk. In fact, she's by the section of her office that houses her armor inside the bookshelves. It's a two way niche in the wall, that can be accessed here in the office, and on the other side of the wall within Diana's bedroom, which makes for easy stowing of the armor when the Princess is not in immediate need of it.

In the moment, she's seated on a chair in front of the armor's display area, one of the armored boots laying across her lap. Beside her on a table, are a number of cleaning, and maintenance tools. Even Wonder Woman has to upkeep her armor, and the fact she's worn it for over a hundred years, in to wildly different combat scenarios, it is a testiment that the armament is in as good of shape as it is.

She's a good maintainer, and caretaker of the set.

Wearing casual attire of blue jeans, and a old tshirt she often uses whilst painting in the art room, Diana has her hair tied back, and her black framed glasses on over her eyes. She's working on one of the boot's leather straps, diligently adjusting, and replacing the aged leather with a new strap she'd pulled from a collection crafted at the Arts Center across the street.

She smiles without looking, when she hears Donna, and senses her arrival.

"This is what television was created for, I think..." She distractedly says as she fastens the strap to the back of her armored boot.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Cassie, while presumably also often bored, has a different perspective on things, being that she is still young enough that -everything- they do is quite novel and exciting, no matter how much she may put on a show nowadays of being a much more grown-up and experienced Amazon, already blase and indifferent to the fantastic world she lives in. So it doesn't take much to entertain her, as such things go. And when there's nothing? Well, killing time is what phones are for.

That said, there is some pressure on her to FIND interesting things going on, not for own sake, but to satisfy that never-ending hunger for content, content, content.

And so, while Donna and Diana get settled in the latter's office, not too much later, Cassie comes dancing down the hall. The extravagance of the Embassy does make for some nice shooting locations. And for some reason, this time, she's wearing cowboy boots with one of her usual sporty outfits.

However, as she two-steps past the door, the take comes to an abrupt end as she gets a glimpse of the gathering inside and brings herself to an abrupt stop. Di and Donna in the office doing something? Not all that unusual or interesting. Di and Donna in the office with BUCKETS OF ICE CREAM?

"Oooooh, what's the occasion?" Yep. She can get her little dance clip later. There's important things going on, now! A glimpse spots Diana with her armor, which is a little incongruous with the idea of it being dessert time, but such little concerns can be easily reconciled.

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Hey Cassie! No occasion," Donna says, grinning at the young Amazon. "Just Diana being waaaaay to interested in polishing her armor to help me eat all this ice cream I brought us. She thinks I should go away and watch television instead. You're going to have to help me with her share of it."

    Donna is pretty sure that Di can /smell/ the ice cream and knows already, but if Di is going to tease then Donna is going to tease right back. She sets the ice cream down on the table and drops down into the settee, winks at Cassie, and gestures to join her at the ice cream. "She's got that armor to polish, I'm sure she'll appreciate it if we just sit here quietly eating ice cream while she gets on with it," Donna says smirking. "You know how important that armor is to her."

    Unlike Diana, who has managed to keep the armor she brought with her from Themyscira going for over a century, Donna's on her second set in a decade. The first set got pretty badly damaged during the Warzoon invasion -- or at least so she has said. It got left in the weird pocket dimensions she spent a few months in, so maybe that's just an excuse and she forgot it somewhere.

    "Nice boots, Cassie. Di take you shopping? I'm surprised she wouldn't insist on giving you some run-down old clunker of a pair of boots. That's more typical of her sidekick mistreatment habits."

Diana Prince has posed:
"Ha ha..." Diana mockingly fires back to the words from her two rambunctious sisters, while her eyes continue to roam over the detailing work to upkeep her armored boot. The rest of her suit is already finished and mounted on their various display elements within the little bookshelf cubby. When at work on her armor, like she is, it is not that far off from what her work on restoring pieces of art might look like, as the essential elements of the processes are along the same lines.

She tilts the boot over upon her lap, her eyes ducking low to peer at the bottom corner of the knee guard. Her left hand moves up to stroke fingertips across it, before she finally sweeps the boot over to place it upon its space on the display.

"New boots?" She asks, finally looking over to the two, seeing Cassie's attire, which causes her to laugh softly. "What... is this?" She has to ask at the cowboy boots. "I did not buy those. I do not know if I even have a pair of them myself... I know I did once upon a time, but..." She stops herself before the teasing of her age is interjected in to the conversation at that point.

Diana raises up, gathering her cleaning items in to a small box that she sets upon the shelf beside her armor, it now displayed beneath soft golden lights that shine down upon it.

"Ice cream tiiime!" She announces, as she shuffles toward the small kitchenette area to flip the sink water on, to rinse her hands clean.

"Why is everyone bored? There is no reason for any of us to ever be bored.... There is a billion things we could do. Like..." She reaches for a towel, as she visibly tries to consider options.

"Go on a walk!" She announces, finally, clearly choosing the most exciting thing that leapt in to her mind.

With her hands dried, Diana walks toward Donna, her hands out, her fingers doing the 'gimme motions'!

"Did you have it delivered?" She asks.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Oh yeah, she really likes her armor. Welllllp, guess it's on us to get this done!" Of course, Cassie needs little in the way of convincing on this topic! With a hop and a skip she bounces lightly into the room, aiming right along after Donna and the great bounty she has delivered and hovering nearby the table soon thereafter.

As for the boots?

"Uh... I can do my own shopping yaknow. I just thought they were cute. And there's kind of this uh, like a country crossover trend right now. Started with Old Town Road- even you two have to know THAT one. But then you got like, Luke Combs, Nate Smith, Kane Brown... all of them doing like pop collabs and stuff." While Cassie's various musical and other entertainment obsessions can certainly seem a little frivolous at times (especially to an oldbie like Diana), at a point, it does reveal just how much time and energy she puts into her online presence, keeping abreast of these trends in service of maintaining her own cultural relevance.

And she DOES post a lot of Amazon stuff, and all kinds of fundraisers for assorted causes, so maybe there's a method to the frivolity!

And because they've made such a big deal of them, now, after grabbing a spoon and a tub (she goes for the globs...), she takes another seat but rocks back to kick her feet up, laying them right atop the desk and not far from the remaining cartons. "I'm not bored. I was working! You interrupted my video!" 'Working,' she calls it now!

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Nobody was bored really," Donna says with a laugh, sliding the tub of Salty Pimp across the table in Diana's direction. "I just thought it would be fun to claim to be bored. I arrived here too late in my teenage years to really get the full American teenage experience. A lot of things like telling your sister that you're booooooored are things I didn't know about until I was too old to really get away with doing them."

    Donna really did have a pretty odd childhood, all things considered.

    "Nah, I went and picked it up myself. Delivery people are so slow," Donna objects. "And insulated delivery containers or not, ice cream is better if it's not given time to start warming up. " Donna has possibly been spoiled by having spent years living with speedsters who you can send off to collect food deliveries for you.

    Donna's left with the Rocky Roadhouse, which means she's calculated the options perfectly -- it's her favorite. She attacks the tub with a fervor she normally reserves for training, though at least she's using a spoon and not her sword.

    "Never was much of a fan of country music honestly," she admits. "Or Lil Nas for that matter. But I'm sure it's a good demographic to be working on, Cassie. We've got enough Abba fans already."

    A poke at Vorpal. Or Abba. Or both. Donna has always been a bit baffled by Vorpal's enthusiasm for Abba, too.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana finds herself a seat upon the leather sofa's edge. She accepts her chosen flavor when it is slid over to her, and a spoon is produced seemingly out of thin air, even given a little expertly trained roll across the backs of her fingers before she sweeps it down and in to the ice cream, the lid removed swiftly so.

"I do not know any of those names..." Diana states toward the list that Cassie rattles off, not surprising the young blonde girl what so ever, most assuredly. "Willie Nelson. "Dolly Parton. Johnny Cash." She fires some names back, as she scoops up her first bite, delivering it to her mouth with a graceful upward swoosh of her hand, practically as fast as one of those delivery speedsters Donna is spoiled by.

After her customary facial expressions of enjoyment, she pops the spoon from between her red hued lips, and shoots her eyes from one of them to the other. She grins.

"We are not exactly known for immersing ourselves in the places where Country music fits most."

Her spoon is waved in a absent circle toward the windows behind where Cassie chose to sit. "We are not in a Country environment, so why would Country music 'speak' to our soul?"

Her spoon is next waved at Donna. "Go to a rodeo. Interact with the locals. enjoy a square dance. Put on a huge belt buckle, some tight tight jeans, and throw back some cheap beer. You'll enjoy it more." Diana states in her smoky voice, her mood being one of happiness, and it covers every single word she speaks, lacing it with a sense of her inner spirit.

She dives that spoon back down in to the Salty Pimp, drawing out another creamy mountain of sugary delight.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Sure, the whole 'truck, beer, jeans' scene isn't exactly my thing either," Cassie echoes back at Donna, gesticulating randomly in the air with her mostly licked-clean icecream scoop. "But they're not playing _THAT_ stuff on the top charts, for the most part. Like, it's turned a bit more, I dunno... self-aware? I like the experimentation, anyway." And then of course, the thing they fear the most: "I'll load up one of my playlists for you later!"

Diana, rather than subverting things, instead fully leans into Cassie's expectations here, with her rejection of even Donna's level of modern familiarity. Nonetheless, she doesn't have any criticms. In fact: "Well, Dolly's a national treasure, so I can't fault you any of that!"

"Uh, the songs speak to me 'cause they slap." As for whether she's properly positioned (and accessorized!) to enjoy this stuff, Cassie makes a point of wigglingly one of her booted feet. "Why'd you think I got these!? Also, did you seriously 'beer, jeans' unironically there? Haha. I should find you that stand up thing..."

Fortunately, she doesn't actually go for her phone again, since sticky ice cream fingers and touchscreens don't mix. "And well, the point of this stuff, I think, is NOT being so... I dunno, categorical about it? We got farms in New York. You can go pet a cow, if you want. And pretty much -everyone- wears jeans and likes beer. So, you know, you can mix it up, some. Be a little more inclusive along the way."

Also, having pondered it a moment: "Plus I'd probably -kill it- at a rodeo. Their rope skills ain't got nothing on us!" Now it looks like she's actually thinking about this!

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Yeah you don't need to listen to country music to wear jeans or drink bad beer," Donna agrees. "Line dancing though? I dunno. Honestly Di, I'm just kind of shocked at you. What's wrong with a good old-fashioned warehouse rave anyway?"

    Donna joins in the licked-spoon gesticulating. "You absolutely should do a rodeo though, Cassie. Wasn't Di trying to organize something along those lines a while back? I mean they're basically the only people on the planet other than us who do the lasso thing. And I'm pretty sure one of our wilder kangas would be a real hit at any rodeo. Definite outreach program opportunities for you there, Cassie. You could get them to teach you how to 'yee-haw' and in return teach them how to 'alelele'.

    One of Donna's lesser-known talents is the straight face. Not when it's something important; she's actually rather poor at keeping strong emotions painting themselves across her face in high definition, but when it comes to deadpan? She's got that one down cold. You can never really be sure how much she's joking and how much she means it. Probably a bit of both.

    "I bet Dolly Parton would want to meet you, Di," Donna suggests. "She seems like the type. You should make it happen. Invite her to the embassy, give her an award or something. Good PR all round. The headlines would write themselves."

Diana Prince has posed:
While the two of them talk, Diana simply enjoys the treat that they all know she holds on another level. Super hearing, super sight, super senses all around, and clearly it extends to super ice cream enjoyment.

Throughout what the both of them say, Diana does show various expressions, mostly smiles, but she does roll her eyes a bit at the talk of the warehouse rave. But it is after her latest spoonful of the Salty Pimp, that she shakes her head side to side, causing her dark pony tail to dance across the back of her shoulders.

"I would not invite Dolly here," she responds, her eyes glancing at her ice cream container, before raising up to Donna. "I would ask her to have the interaction take place at her amusement park. Dollywood? Why on Earth would I do it here, when I could have an excuse to go there?" She inquires back, a bubbly laugh escaping her there-after. "Naturally, dragging you both along with me... as I admittedly have no idea what that park contains. I just recall it being a thing." She pauses, her chin raising up, as she goes in to a distant look for a second. Her eyes dart back toward the two of them.

"It is still a thing, is it not?" She asks. "Did I miss hearing about it going under, like so many amusement parks... because people are staying home and doing their 'work' on the Youtubes." Yes, the YouTubes.

She draws in a breath through her nose, her spoon collecting another scoop.

"And I have been invited to attend rodeos before, as Wonder Woman. I've been to them casually, but that was... a long time ago. Etta was alive, and went with me, in fact. Gosh, that was... the late 60s." She glances toward the few pictures she has of she and Etta here in her office, collected on the shelves near her armor display. Etta had lived an exceptionally long life, with Diana helping her defy time itself, but ... it only could be defied so long.

"I would happily attend one again, on an official capacity. As you said, Kanga are here now. They would likely be quite a welcome appearance at such an event."

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
The wheels almost visibly start to turn as Cassie ponders the cross-promotional potential Donna puts forward, whether seriously or otherwise! "Yeah, that's... not a bad idea, actually." If it was all a joke, well, her deadpan delivery leads to a full 'woosh' on Cassie's part. "Could probably put on quite the show... and the kangas would totally be a hit."

Nevermind a spirited cowgirl version of Cassie!

And even this idea seemingly fails to inspire the way the next one does. "Why wouldn't you... Oh! Wait. That's a thing?" The 'Dollywood' name is apparently not quite as well-known to her generation, and perhaps sounds a little far-fetched, what with the almost spoof-like name, and all.

So, just to be sure, Cassie sticks her spoon in the carton to be free of it, spends a moment licking off her finger (manners!) and then indeed finally busts her phone back out, making some careful taps on the screen. "-holy crap it really IS a thing? Haha that's wild." And since she's in the process of pulling up the relevant websites, she can quickly shake her head to reassure Diana: "Nope, says it's fully operating and even opening up some new attractions, looking for alternate locations. Wow."

She continues to scroll, suddenly fascinated.

"Well we GOTTA do this now. You can figure out some kinda press thing to do with her, and I can make some 'YouTubes' about the rides." Yes, she won't let that pass without making fun! "Amusement park vlogging content is actually a pretty big thing. Kind of a way for people who can't afford the trips to enjoy it vicariously, y'know? I just watched this great one about this crazy sci-fi hotel..."

Finally, she looks up from the screen again. "Well, no reason we can't do both."

Donna Troy has posed:
    "It's totally a thing," Donna agrees. "It basically contains the kinds of things that other large theme parks contain. Thrill rides, places that sell incredibly unhealthy food for high prices, and various types of performance that you probably come away from not quite believing you didn't imagine the whole thing. I'm down."

    "You're kinda missing the point though Di." Donna stabs her spoon down into her ice cream to leave it standing upright there, and turns her attention on big sis, facing her with a disapproving frown. "And frankly, I'm shocked. Shocked at your selfishness!"

    Donna holds the stern expression for several whole seconds before her face breaks into a huge grin. "I mean it's all very well that you want the excuse to visit Dollywood, but I bet she'd love to have an excuse to visit the embassy, too. She's a huge advocate for many of the kinds of things we stand for, I bet she'd kill for the opportunity to visit. "

    "The solution seems quite simple," Donna says, recovering her spoon and preparing for a renewed assault on the chilled goodness that is Rocky Roadhouse. "Reciprocal visits. Invite her here, then we all go for a trip to Dollywood. Wouldn't take long in the invisible jet, it'll be a fun day out."

    Donna raises an eyebrow to Cassie, giving her an amused grin. "And Cassie will make some 'youtubes' while we're there, it'll be perfect."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana is the first to finish off her cup of ice cream, because she usually is the first. She raises her eyes up to first look upon Cassie, who declares that the fabled park is still operational, which garners a big smile from the Princess. Donna's contribution draws her eyes, as she just quietly eyes her sister across from her, waiting for the punchline that does indeed come moments in to the attempted trip to guilt town. She smirks back to Donna, and gently bobs her head in a few small nods. "Fair enough..." She quietly says, as her cup is deposited down upon the tray where she'd plucked it from. She rises up to her feet, grabs hold of the chair she'd been using whilst tending to her armor, and places it back where it belongs.

"I will send a few messages out..." She says, striding over to her desk where Cassie had had her feet up so rudely upon it. "I actually think I know someone who knows her, so the connection is not that far reaching..." She quietly says, her phone retrieved from the little shelf on the desk she keeps it charging upon.

"Themysciran Embassy invite first, and then... casually suggest how much we all would just /love/ to visit her park. It is great weather for it too. That time of year."

As Diana is typing on her phone, she spares a glance over to Cassie. "Do you think you can take the time off from work?" She questions, serious-voiced and all, but her eyes soon dart back to her screen, and much like Donna, she's soon grinning to herself.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Yeah no reason we couldn't do both and I'm sure she'd love to come here. Maybe you guys could sort out some kinda event or fundraiser or that kind of thing to anchor it too, you know, give some speeches and all the press stuff..." At this point, Cassie's musings clearly reflect a mind increasingly turned toward the intricacies of PR and self promotion. It's not a bad set of skills, in their line of work.

"... and THEN go off for our fun time at an amusement park. 'Course, I'm sure even that would be a huge thing. People would want to skip the rides and see YOU!"

After saying this, Cassie rocks back with the icecream tub held to her stomach, finally pulling her boots off of Di's desk before she needs to do too much work there, and then goes about hungrily scooping out a bit of what's left, eventually scraping around the bottom of the carton to make sure she hasn't missed anything. When she looks up (with just a bit of it around her lips), Diana is making fun of her again with that comment about her 'work.'

"Hey I'll have you know I know some people too. So maybe -I'll- send some messages out. See if I can't scare up some entertainment!" With dessert conquered, it's back to the phone to start sending those DMs. Ominous!