18393/Wonder Streaming

Wonder Streaming
Date of Scene:	22 June 2024
Location:	Entertainment Room - Themysciran Embassy
Synopsis:	Diana and Cassie watch crap on Netflix.
Cast of Characters:	Diana Prince, Cassie Sandsmark

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Diana Prince has posed:
Diana had been out all evening at a soiree here in Manhattan. It had been a pretty big art show, and she'd asked Cassie to come with her... but she'd been rebuffed. As such, the Princess had gone on her own, and was only now returning at just around 11:30pm.

Her Mercedes pulled in to the multi-car garage, and with it being an entrance to the house not far from the doorway to the entertainment lounge area, Diana was quick to note the sounds of someone being awake within.

Dressed in a royal blue number, the Princess swept through the doorway, and moved passed the bar, the pool table, and the doors that looked out on the courtyard. She swept herself around behind the bar, where she soon had a drink in hand, a small wine cooler that she plucked from the fridge built in to the cabinets. "Cassie?' Diana asked through the archway in to the sitting room that had the largest tv in the house. "Are you actually down here, and not hiding in your room?" Her husky voice asks as she steps around the corner and stands in that same archway between sections of the room.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Cassie does like soirees... but the art scene can get a little, as she put it "full of stuffy old money bags and weird poser Eurotrash" for her taste. So, no, despite her heroic lifestyle and connections giving her access to such dramatic heights of society...

...she decided to stay home, sit in her underwear, and enjoy some Netflix and a bottle of wine. Perhaps the BOILING heat also had something to do with the decision. What even IS outside? Who needs it!

"The TV down here is bigger than the one in my room," is the answer Diana gets, called back from the distance before she makes it all the way to check up and confirm that Cassie indeed is in there, although the sound of the TV would have made it obvious from a distance even without super-hearing. She's set up all comfy on the couch, feet up, with a bottle raided from the bar portion of the area and a bucket of ice. Also some assorted snacks, since she's been here a while and boozin on an empty stomach is no bueno. All the more reason this place is better than her room: all the goodies are right on hand!

On the TV some movie is playing. It looks like an action thing, of some sort, with a couple of big Hollywood names that for whatever financial reasons have apparently made deals for Netflix content. A sign of the times. Right now, they're... fighting a bull in spain? Something like that.

Diana Prince has posed:
Within the archway between the sections of the shared rooms, Diana stands there, her eyes going from Cassie, to the huge television upon the northern wall of the sitting area. She looks back to Cassie, and shows her a smirk. "You wasted a perfectly good Friday night, to sit here and..." She moves toward the table with all the snack food on it. "Did you eat my ice cream?" She asked, at the sight of a pair of tubs either already finished off, or likely melted by now.

With a dramatic sigh, diana sat down on the arm of the sofa, or at least leaned against it, as she popped the top on her bottle, and swept her eyes back to the television screen.

"You missed a number of lovely young men at the party, all of whom would have rather enjoyed your company." She informs her younger counterpart, as she sips from the fruity alcoholic beverage.

She stares at the tv for several seconds, watching the content, and not following it. "Donald Sutherland passed away..." She suddenly states. "I met him once, in London. He was a nice man." She says with a soft tone, before shifting gears. "Who is that? Bradley Cooper?" How does she even know that name?

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Not ALL of it. I left a carton for you." Just the one! How considerate of her...

"And I wouldn't call it a waste," Cassie muses, seriously. "That party sounded suuuuuper boring, and I had a bunch of shows to catch up on." The Zoomer mind works differently. There are whole tiktok trends for simply staying in bed all day, and the lazy at-home aesthetic is a goal of its own. Of course, "Plus none of the artists were anyone I wanted to see." You get a little jaded when you've been exposed to the wonders of the ancient world since childhood! "So it sounded like a chance stand around, go 'hmm, interesting' and..." she pauses to scoff when Diana tries to make it sound more appealing with BOYS: "...get hit on by dull trust fund babies for two hours. Hard pass."

Ultimately, Cassie is a lot more than the average 20-something, in terms of her breadth of experience. So she's not so easily wowed!

Of course, none of that says much for the method of entertainment she's chosen INSTEAD, which is, well, the thing speaks for itself. This is not high class entertainment. "What? No. Ryan Reynolds. They barely- I know your eyesight isn't going bad. How much were you drinking?" Then, more glumly, "Yeah I saw some tweets about it. RIP President Snow." She... definitely has a different perspective on everything, his career included!

Diana Prince has posed:
What the Zoomer had to say, did draw Diana's eyes back on to her. It earned a big smirk, before she glanced down at her drink, "Just a few," she answered, with regard to how much she's consumed tonight. Not that it matters, she could drink a thousand glasses of wine and feel nothing from it but perhaps a little more inclined to smile or laugh.

"Your mother was there, and she said that she was going to text you some angry messages, for not going." Diana adds, now shooting a grin toward her protege.

"Ryan Reynolds..." Diana says, as she slips off of the arm of the sofa, to sit down fully upon it. She picks up some of Cassie's stuff, strewn about the sofa, and pulls it out from under her bottom, then tosses it over at the girl seated a few cushions over. "He's handsome." She adds, of the good Ryan. "His head looks like a tall block of wood."

Okay, how many did she really drink?

She takes another sip from the wine cooler, before she leans back, and crosses her legs within her flowy blue dress.

"What is this called? Is it a comedy?" She asks, before dropping her throaty voice to a low tone. "I don't find comedies very funny, very often..." She informs, clearly showcasing how much fun she is to have at the movies, talking through them and all.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"My mom being there sounds like another great reason for me not to be. Especially if I'm trying to hook up." On that one, Cassie has a point!

Her attention swings back to the TV. "Yeah, he's alright. Little goofy and I'm not sure I'm sold on the whole action man thing, but he's got a nice smile." She duck once or twice as Diana starts throwing things at her, grinning back and scooting over a little to make some extra room there on the couch.

"Anyway... uh, this is some trash movie they put out a couple years ago I think, cause, well, after catching up on my stuff I realize I kinda ran out of stuff. It's funny how there's simultaneously so much on here and... so little of it is any good." Presently, said action man is being chased around by a larger action man. There's a bit of a buddy cop vibe, except... maybe one of them is a cop and the other one is a criminal?

"You missed the first part, it's a theft at an art museum. You'd have liked that. His character is an art thief, you see, and the other dude is like an... art cop? FBI, I guess. And the one guy stole this thing, and the other guy tried to stop him, but then ANOTHER thief stole it from them and framed the FBI dude. So they gotta team up to catch her."

Her? "See, uh, that's her! Pretty right? She kinda looks like you."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana raises her chin, as she finally puts together where she had seen Mr. Reynolds before. "I remember him," she says, but she remembers everything, so is that really a surprise? "He was in that film where he was buried alive in a foreign country. The showed it at the UN several years ago. Mm, he's a good actor."

When it cuts to the woman that Cassie compares to her, she shows a reserved smile, before she gently nods her head. "She is. I would like to meet her too."

A glance is sent over to Cassie on her right, and she raises an eyebrow up for a second. "Speaking of getting out and doing more important things, I might be spending a bit more time up on the Watchtower. We are still transfering memberse of that refugee flotilla to their new home world that we settled for them. They have a growing community there, and I might be traveling back and forth between it. I doubt that kind of time, in space, is something you would want to do... Thus i may need you to, pitch in a bit more around the city and the Justice League, in my stead, should I be absent for anything major. You are practically just as good a stand-in," she teases the blonde, before her eyes return to the television.

She judges the movie more.

She sips her bottle again.

"I broke up a number of art thefts that had a wide variety of thieves involved in them... Very few of them were even remotely attractive people, however... Truly, zero, actually."