3199/Thesmophoria

Thesmophoria
Date of Scene:	02 September 2020
Location:	Themysciran Embassy - Roof
Synopsis:	Diana makes an important announcement at a public event at the Embassy, and villains remarkably manage to somehow not show up.
Cast of Characters:	Terry O'Neil, America Chavez, Carrie Kelley, Gar Logan, Diana Prince, Henry McCoy, Kara Danvers, Kate Bishop, Phoebe Beacon, Nadia Pym-van Dyne, Tim Drake, Cassie Sandsmark, Donna Troy, Nick Lytton, Dick Grayson, Heather Danielson, Siobhan Smythe, T'Challa

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Terry O'Neil has posed:
Those guests who might have looked up what Thesmophoria after receiving their invitations would have learned that the festival, back in Ancient Greece, was supposed to be a women-only affair, forbidden to the eyes of men (a fact that Aristophanes used to comical effect in his play 'Thesmophoriazusae'.) This is still technically true, as the religious rites of the three-day festival have been conducted by the Themyscirans at the Embassy away from the prying eyes of visitors. What remains, then, is the public part of the festival- what a less religious-minded person might call the afterparty, which was not restrictive.

The rooftop is resplendent with garlands, illuminated by luminaries and lit torches. These are the festive touches of the third day of the festival: the Kalligineia, commemorating Demeter's torch-lit search for her daughter Persephone.

Attendants are ready to hand out libations and small hors-d'oeuvres traditional to Themysciran gastronomy. One of Themyscira's finest melopoioi, Marpesia, a woman attired in a formal white and blue dress, sits on the stage. She strums the kithara with expert fingers, letting the bell-like tones of the instrument float over the assembly as arrivals are cordially greeted by Embassy staff and guided onto the rooftop.

America Chavez has posed:
America Chavez, while not Themiscyrian or Amazon herself, had been an invited guest to stay at the Embassy due other -- rather unique situation and impressing a certain Diana. So, while she hadn't participated in the festivals, she was here in support of those who had supported her.

She is dressed, as she usually is, casually; sporting a pair of close-fitting black denim jeans with silver stars at either hip, a bright red and white stripped shirt, and a blue jacket over that with a single gold-embossed star on the center back. Her long hair is left to run wild, and she seems to be having a rather good time of it, so far.

She listens to the music a few moments before making her way over towards Donna, asking her, "Hey, just let me know if there's anything I can do to help. Or, you know, if you want anyone thrown out. I'm here for you, chica," she promises with a radiant smile. "I got your back."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
The Waynes naturally were likely to get sent some invitations though most were probably politely declined. Carrie however, as the only Wayne daughter, thought it might be fitting to come out and make an appearance as well as indulge in the culture of another nation for a bit. Having read up just a bit on the gathering she opted to wear a soft yellow Summer dress and some strappy sandals with just a bit of heel on it. This along with a pale cream pashmina of silk is draped over her shoulders just in case it got a bit chilly.

And of course given this 'after party' was open to both genders she certainly wasn't alone tonight.

Gar Logan has posed:
Things were getting cut a little too close for comfort, and we're not talking about that wild, unruly mop of green hair.

No, for after Gar, Terry, and Kate visited an upscale clothier in Westchester the day before, assurances were made that the selection could be tailored to fit just right, in time for the gathering. It was, but traffic getting back was..something. No rabbit holes for convenience, for this was something Gar did alone. No shifting and flying, either. It didn't seem right in this case.

But, he made it. And..he beat his date there? He'd just have to wait, then. And, wait he does, wearing a creamy white three-piece suit, providing a neutral color to his green hue. It fits like it was made for him and no other, which is the point. The undershirt is pure white, accented with a gold tie, a pocket square of red, edged in gold with small gold stars stitched into it, and glimpses of blue socks can be made out between the white pantlegs and white patent leather formal shoes.

It might be the best Garfield Mark Logan, otherwise known as Beast Boy, has ever been dressed. Hands fidget, fingers fiddled with, as he lingers, impatiently, while others file in and mill about.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana had been working on the plans for this event for some time, though she was mostly on an advisory level as she had others who primarily were setting up the finer details of it all. Still, it was a lot to organize, and there were a lot in attendance to the event. Gathered up on top of the Embassy, the bulk of the attendees were likely to gravitate to the area around the balcony level that overlooks the central courtyard below...

Because of the view of the courtyard...

... and because the 'Invisible Jet' is very much visible right now, and hovering above the courtyard, and the building itself. The Jet is an all-white hue, elegantly angled like a smooth bullet shape. With two engine manifolds at its aft, and a clear central cabin cockpit visible at the top center of the craft, it hovers, entirely silently and completely motionless.

And it too has traditional torches and fire-lit baskets hanging from it, because why not!

Diana, herself is to the western side of the stage, dressed in a sparkling white dress with her right arm and shoulder left completely bare while the left glitters in the diamond-like gleam of said dress' material. Her hair is tied back in a series of tightly braided strands behind her neck, and her visage is done up in lovely makeup, with deep red lips and darkly hued eyelashes. She's speaking with a number of people who are approaching her, and holding a drink in a tall glass within her left hand.

Henry McCoy has posed:
It wasn't an expected trip, but it was certainly appreciated none the less! Henry McCoy had arrived with Carrie, dressed in a golden Indian-style shirt, black slacks and shiny wide leather shoes. He kept near Carrie, eyes taking in the sight of a place he thought he'd likely never see. His glance slips back over his date. "Thank you, for bringing me." He says, with a wry smile.

"I'll be on my best behavior, honest." The Beast chuckles to her. "I don't think I've ever met our host."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara may have some explaining to do when people who know her secret identity realise she's here. That is hopefully a problem for another time. She needs some serious rest and relaxation. What better way to kick that off than to accept the invitation to this party, but as Kara Danvers not Supergirl.

She's not quite sure what someone wears to a party like this, so she's gone for a white blouse and a while a-line skirt down to her knees, tall white heelless boots. This, in memory of the last time she ever saw her mother, dressed in white. Though, not to go in to battle but to continue to foster the bonds of peace. Now she gets why Power Girl chose her uniform so.

She's been to this embassy once before, and even then it looked incredible. Now it looks amazing. She smiles to the embassy staff and accepts the hors'doeuvres even as he invitation is looked over - invited by Donna Troy. She is let through and lead up to the rooftop.

Once there, she nudges her glasses back up her nose and takes in the torch light scenery, but also the people who have gathered. Her mind does wonder what those rituals must have been like. The only thing she has to go on is alien to this world, the rites of /,rrao,/.

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate, aka Hawklass, aka HawkingChick, Mockinghawk, something and other, did indeed help Gar pick out his suit. It did not come fremotely cheap and she is proud of the effect.

She didn't come as Kate tonight though, too many team members here and too much chance for awkward questions even if Ms. Bishop could have secured an invite. For safety sake she has come as one Hawkeye, teen member of the Titans.

To that effect she is wearing a purple dress (https://gumlet.assettype.com/freepressjournal/2020-01/b7fc6f39-a6e8-4371-b66a-162fb567560a/deepika_padukone.jpg?rect=0,0,760,428&w=400&dpr=2.6), have to stay in theme, black hair done up in a historically accurate historical Greek braid, a purple domino mask instead of sunglasses obscuring her identity. She did bring her bow, slung on her back with her quiver.

It honestly helps complete the look and keep people thinking Hawkeye and not Kate Bishop. Even more honestly she is hoping to show Diana at some point what the others did with the blend of Themyscyrian materials and Technology to create the Wonderbow.

She seems chipper as she looks around the rooftop then heads to look off the balcony towards the central courtyard. "Epic."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley reaches out to take hold of Hank's hand so she doesn't risk losing him in the crowd. Not that it was even remotely possible to hide a blue furred feline-esque scientist of his stature to begin with. She nods in thanks to the greetings of the embassy workers as they enter before chuckling at his remark. "You always are, Henry. As for our hostess..." She lifts her head a bit trying to peer over the heads of some others to get a better view of that area near where Diana was standing.

"I've met her a time or two. Would you like to go say hello?" Even as she asks a server walks by with a tray of drinks and she takes one to offer over to Hank. Probably more his style of drink than hers. Which was to say, alcoholic.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe, tonight, in spite of her first name, is a guest of the Themysciran embassy this evening, allied to them in... a study group. Her dark hair, normally braided, has been relaxed into looser curls that frame her face, drawn into a romantic tuck int he back to keep it in place. Silvery ivy leaves have been laced into her hair, along with delicate violet flowers (and if you come close enough to the flowers, there are little skulls in the center -- queen of spring and the dead!) to represent both Demeter and Persephone and as she steps onto the roof, the shy teenager's eyes lighting up as she takes a deep breath.

    The young Gothamite was clad in a silvery dress, gray tule layred about her, silver broccade drawing up the corset-backed top with its sweetheart curve and thin straps. Her ears weren't peirced, but she has a silvery cuff at the top of one, and wears a necklace set with a fine amathyst in silver -- and other than a plain silver clutch, she seems unarmed and otherwise unescorted.

    Then again, this was Diana's house. She doubted anything good would come of anyone trying to cause trouble here.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
No matter what Nadia might try to tell you, the truth is even she can't stay in the lab forever. The promise of a party with all kinds of new foods and drinks was already alluring to a girl raised mostly on Soviet gruel, combined with the chance to learn more about Donna and her culture on the magic warrior lady island, there was no way she could stay away.

She's done her research and for possibly the first time in her life is dressed in a pretty white dress that reaches down to just below her knees and shows off her shoulders, with Opera gloves on her arms. Janet almost certainly had a hand in the aquisition of this outfit.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim Drake will never go to Themiscyra. He'd never even consider //asking// or //implying// because you know, Amazons, women, boundaries, not being a total jerk who doesn't respect those boundaries... but he's not above taking advantage of an invitation to the embassy (and maybe getting to hear a few stories of flaming arrows, hydras, cyclops, and other monsters of myth and legend in the process) when offered to the Wayne family and scions thereof.

He could have come as Red Robin, really, but instead he chose to show up civilian, in a crisp black modern-cut suit with a black-and-red tie, a platinum tie-clip, and a unruly black hair. Blue eyes glitter as he takes in the 'afterparty', taking note mental notes of everything as he does out of habit. He's solo for the evening, and realizing how accustomed he'd become to //not// being on his own for social functions.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
As Junior Amazon, Cassie stands beside Diana, her sister (figurative and at least half-literal) and mentor. While there is simply no such thing as out-doing the Princess of Themyscira, the 'foreign' Amazon nonetheless has made an effort at dressing to the occasion, and at least for once trying to be appropriately 'adult' at what is not just a formal evening affair, but also a proper diplomatic function given the setting and themes, the invitation of the inhabitants of Man's World to come and sample the culture of Themyscira.

And so, like a certain green team-mate, Cassie is more absurdly dressed up than she's ever been in her life. The flowing gown she wears is Greek-inspired but modern coture-tailored, its white fabric gathered at the shoulders in immitation of traditional garb but then plunging in a bunching cowl neckline, cinched with a high waistline before flowing into long, flowing, lightly-pleated skirts. She's ditched her usual ponytail to let her golden-blonde hair hang lustrously to her shoulders, and wears a bit of makeup and jewelry as well - the former definitely a rarity - including even a thinner, somewhat less grand immitation of Diana's tiara. (And yes, this is all went on the Embassy account!)

"When are you speaking, Di?" she wonders of her mentor, while -also- sipping on a drink that she has surreptitiously plucked from a passing tray. Occasionally, she looks around as if worried someone might catch her with it, but this is Themysciran legal territory so its totally legit! "Do I need to say anything? My mom was talking about something... did you put her up to it? Do you know what it's about?"

As she says 'mom' she looks around again. But Helena is nowhere to be spotted immediately, so her attention falls on some of her friends instead. "Oh, I see Gar!" He's easy to pick out. And then, "KATE! OVER HERE!" Classy.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Invitations had gone out to a wide range of people; academics, civic leaders, charity workers, museum and gallery curators, historians, a few politicians, the press, and a fair cross-section, inevitably, of the superhero community. Although there have been parties of a more or less informal nature at the embassy before, this is the first event that is truly a marking of Themysciran culture, and interest has been running high. Herding the academics and art historians to the roof had been hard work; there was so much they wanted to stop and gawk at on the way.

    There is, slowly, an opening up of Themyscira to the world. This festival was a step in that direction. The public face of Themyscira to the outside world, in the limited form of Diana and Donna, was distinctly less in favor of secrecy than many of those who have stayed on the island, and this process of opening up has been a slow one. A few artworks have made their way to museums, a few manuscripts and copies of writings of the ancient world have been donated to university libraries, but this - even omitting the actual rites of the festival, has had the anthropologists buzzing. An actual, living, ancient Greek festival.

    A sizeable chunk of the attendant superhero community can be found in the presence of the Titans, who are here in force - and no surprise when they have one of the two known Amazons in their ranks. Said Amazon, Donna Troy - or Troia, when she uses her actual Amazon name - is for once not dressed in the more martial aspect of traditional Themysciran clothing. She isn't even, for once, wearing pants - and lest it be forgotten, back in the day the Amazons were notorious for wearing pants. The Greeks found it rather outrageous. Instead she's dressed in a long silk /chiton dress/, folded in elaborate drapery, folded over around the waist into a /kolpos/ peplum, bound over with a double-/zoster/ sash, high-girdled and crossing her chest.

    Though we tend to think of these things as being diaphonous white garb, that's all the fault of marble. Donna's dress is a deep crimson, with horizontal and vertical hemming lines bearing an elaborate keyed pattern in blues and saffron yellow. It's really quite colorful. She wears a headband in a matching red, which ties her hair back into a long bun at the rear, with her hair shaped above and below the band in broad curls, and a pair of long tresses either side of each ear, a brushing of scented oil used to both fragrance and hold her hair. She's barefoot - the standard indoor footwear of an Amazon, of course. It's all very Greek.

    "Don't worry," Donna tells America with a broad grin. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. It's pretty unlikely anyone's going to be so unwise as to cause trouble here." She lowers her voice to a whisper. "And if they do? I'm claiming it! After a hard day doing tedious rituals, nothing is more welcome than an excuse to punch someone."

Nick Lytton has posed:
    Nick Lytton would like to be able to say he's a hot property, just for the awful pun relative to his powers.  He'll settle for being a name on the rise, especially after the Genosha fundraiser and auction, and the _Planet_ piece by Lois "Fun Interviewer" Lane.
    That said, having a few pieces on display -- mainly abstract towers of color suggesting strength and stability, with swooping arcs of crystal for that leap into freedom.
    Also, he's learned his lesson about martinis, which are served so cold he finds them physically painful.  Irish coffee will do nicely.
    Unfortunately, his limited (albeit hopefully growing) cachet as an artist of moment doesn't necessarily mean he knows anyone here, except those who are regularly in the news, and he doesn't know them well enough to say 'hi'.
    Some time tomorrow, his agent will threaten to kill him for not saying 'hi' anyway.
    It's not tomorrow yet, so he lounges about near his work, the only splash of color to his tux a bow tie that used to be a Garcia necktie.  I mean, there's only so much Nick can behave.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Accepting the drink, Hank smiles over to Carrie. "Certainly - it'd be impolite to not thank her for showing us hospitality." The blue man nods. "And I can misbehave if the situation warrants, Carrie." He teases, winking to her. Isn't appropriate misbehaving just behaving? Paradox!

He walks with her, sipping the drink as he admires the surroundings.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick Grayson is present, this evening, along with the Wayne contingent. The eldest of the small army of Waynelings himself no stranger to the social scenes along the eastern seaboard, and tonight is no exception. He has elected to go with one of his go-to tuxedos, going with blue as an accent color for his cummerbund and tie.

As no stranger to these affairs, Dick is familiar in dealing with some of the guests here in his real life identity, and not as Nightwing, though fortunately as the family's liaison to the Titans, both in and out of the mask, he has normally been capable of joking around and being relatively pleasant with the others. Dick gives Carrie and Tim nods, though he says to his little brother as he walks by, "Enjoy the party, bro," before grabbing a drink for himself.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Vorpal checks himself in the mirror a few times before declaring himself completely satisfied with the effect. It had been a chore and a half, having to get dressed twice, but what are you going to do about it? "Perfe--" he pauses and glances at himself one last time. Then, he undoes something. "There!"

Vorpal arrives at the Embassy a half-second later, which is the benefit of having Rabbit Holes at your disposal. His invitation taken, he saunters up onto the roof. The Cheshire cat's tail twitches with excitement, this being the second time he's ever been to the Embassy. If he were Terry, right now, he'd be Terry-fied, all hands and all nerves. Fortunately, for his entrance, he gets to tap into a much more self-possessed part of himself.

As he walks onto the rooftop, he grins his trademark grin, taking in the surroundings. The Cheshire cat is dressed in a dark-wine tuxedo that might either be an allusion to Homer's line about the 'wine-dark sea', or maybe it's because you only have so many options when you're of his particular coloration. He sports a much brighter red shirt underneath, and a black bowtie- but this has been untied and is hanging down from both sides of his neck, as if he were about to do his Frank Sinatra impression.

He isn't.

"Ah, Mister Logan," he says, quickly approaching Gar with all the confidence of someone accustomed to walking red carpet event all the time. "You're looking rather dapper tonight. Do you want to accompany me? That is, if you're not afraid of getting fur on your suit. White shows /everything/, you know," he says, his grin broadening and offering his arm to the green Titan. His ears twitch with familiar voices all around, people he must greet soon.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara hopes no one minds. There's a lot of press here anyway, so she takes out her phone and starts to take some pictures of all the flowers and torches, the art and statues. It's a lot to take in and she walks like in a daze. At one point she bumps in to someone and nudges him probably just a little too hard for a girl her size. She fake stumbles forward and gushes, "Oh I'm so sorry sir!"

Trying to keep a slightly lower profile, she ducks between more people and lets out a small sigh. It's strange to see her friends here, though almost all of them don't know her as Kara Danvers. Some do. The pictures, at least, will be helpful for university.

America Chavez has posed:
America chuckles back at Donna's whispers, "Can't say I blame you,"she returns in an equally low voice. She nods, "You got it. I'll leave the pleasure to you, then. Me? I'm already enjoying myself. How could I not? You girls really know how to party. Maybe someday I can earn my way to your island and see just how much I'm missing," she says, only partially joking. "But, yeah. Don't worry about me. I'm having a blast." After all, there are drinks aplenty, one of which America snags from the same tray that Cassie snagged, claiming it for herself. Drinks, food, and beautiful people. Friends, even.

America flashes a grin towards Cassie, "Good to see you," she mentions to her other fellow Titan who is also an Amazon. America, being quite a bit newer and far less likely to be recognized by others as a Titan doesn't seem to mind the lack of spotlight, however, compared to Donna and Cassie. She's simply basking in the experience of being here. She takes a sip, nodding her approval and glances over the crowd, looking for familiar faces then.

"Man, you ladies draw quite the crowd."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan begins to rock back and forth on his heels. He never was very good at the whole patience thing. There are others he's spotted, many familiar faces, some less so, meaning introductions must be made sooner or later. But, first? Can't really get started without your plus-one in attendance.

When that certain someone turns up and moves in, it's with Gar's back to the latest arrival, for the green Titan is looking up at the white plane with an impressed expression before that voice snaps him out of it, brings him back to the here and now.

Upon seeing Vorpal in /that/ suit..well, it isn't the same, exact one from yesterday, but it's close. Well, it suddenly makes sense that Gar was steered toward something different. "Holy sh....eboygan! Look at you, dude. Whoa!" To say he had a surprised expression would be putting it mildly. He's openly staring as if the cat's already got his tongue.

No, just his arm. "Oh, uh, yeah. I was just waiting for you before we.." His free hand gestures around them, to take in the scene, then he drops his voice a bit. "My jaw just hit the floor, didn't it?"

It would appear Beast Boy and Vorpal, of the Titans, are A Thing.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana regards Cassie with a glance over, a small grin showing to the young woman at her excited nature toward all of this. "Relaaaax." Diana attempts to sooth her. "We were only trying to make you anxious 'just' a little." The Princess says, even using her free hand to show how little with a finger-pinch motion. "I will not ask you to speak, if you do not wish to." She places that hand on the Cassie's back behind her shoulders for a moment, reassuring these sentiments. She passes her drink off then to an attendant passing her by. "I suppose, now is the proper time, mmm?" She asks, as the performer on stage finishers her song...

The Themysciran Ambassador, and Princess to her people, moves across tot he stage steps and ascends them easily upon her heeled shoes, with the sparkling material of her diamond-like dress waving around her otherwise bared legs. As she ascends the steps, eh moves to its center-- to the microphone --and in front of the lights she takes gentle hold of it and smiles out to everyone gathered.

"My... word." Diana says, her smoky voice loud and clear across the rooftop tonight. "You all look, so very, amazing." Her eyes roam over the crowd. To those from Gotham, and the Titans, and so many others she recognizes-and some she doesn't. Her red lips are turned up into a big smile. "I cannot express how happy it makes me to see you all here, together, for a very good cause. A cause that is near, and dear, to my heart."

Diana's hand releases the mic and she joins both of them together in front of her stomach, interlacing her fingers between one another. "Since becoming a public figure, it has been a literal roller coaster of ups and downs... though I am very pleased to say that it has been far more ups, than it has been downs." She purses her lips and takes a moment before speaking on.

-- more to come!

Diana Prince has posed:
-- continuing speech.

"My ultimate goal, in becoming the public facing figure that I am striving to be today, is to never end delivering the best that I can to everyone that I am capable of reaching. I, in this stage of my storied life, have a responsibility to use the position that I find myself in, to help others in need. It is my life's duty, my life's passion, to be there, for all of you."

She pauses then and scans the crowd before speaking on.

"But in this endeavor, I have met so many others with the same goals, the same aspirations to provide such effort to bettering our world. Through this, we have formed together in grand scale fashions-- such as the Justice League --to smaller affairs that have more personal impacts upon those we are looking to aid." She smiles briefly, quickly. "But tonight, I am not here to announce a 'Moon Base' for Themyscira..." Diana grins softly then. "Maybe some day, but not on this day..."

With a little shake of her head, she motions toward a display board to her right which brings up a logo for tonight's cause. "We are announcing the Wonder Foundation tonight." She states then, as the screens light up to display some information beneath the foundation's logo.

"The Wonder Foundation will be providing charitable aid and educational boons to disadvantaged girls and young women. It will be based primarily here within Manhattan, and will be selecting young women candidates to bring in to the Foundation's goals, to help them achieve /their/ goals in life. Through financial aid, counseling, and any other assistance that young people will need to ensure their future has as bright a chance as possible."

After a small pause, Diana motions to the screen again and it switches to a building concept design. "Additionally. We are announcing the Themysciran Arts Center, which will be beginning construction soon. Here, all the arts of the Themysciran culture that have been recovered throughout Man's World will be brought, translated by our people, and provided detailed restoration. The hopes here, is that the art of the Themysciran people can finally enter the world, with all knowledge of its meaning-- and significance --to the Themysciran society."

Diana's hand lowers and she looks out to the crowd. "We are pushing forward on lifting the veil of the Amazons. We are pushing to making Themyscira a forefront society on Earth, and we wish to help others associate with our people... to feel apart of them, more than ever."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara reminds herself that in this context, in this guise, she should be taking pictures of Diana. She lifts up her camera and snaps a few. Then of the Foundation logo and the Arts building concept. She can't help but clap with enthusiasm and delight. Inspiring young women everywhere, that's something she loves about Diana. She is proud to call her colleague, proud to call many of the guests here colleague, even as tonight she hides away from most of them.

"Wow," she gushes to no one in particular nearby, "The Wonder Foundation. If only more people would create such amazing gifts with the riches they gather on this planet. Diana is an inspiration."

She pushes her glasses up and starts to write down her thoughts in in to her phone, head down. The brunette is offered a drink but she declines, "No sorry I'm eighteen and I know that it this is legally Themysciran land but I, just on principle, don't like to drink. Thank you for the offer though."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate ....aka OtherHawkeye aka Better Looking Hawkeye..... nearly jumps out of her skin and into the courtyard when she hears a familiar voice yell Kate over the crowd in her direction from the stage.

It is honestly a testament to some sort of mental fortitude that she doesn't just whirl around in a sheer panic.

After staring another moment into the courtyard, but not too long because Cassie may yell hello again, she gives the crowd a space to do whatever they are doing before turning. The masked young woman prowls through the crowd, dodging impediments like a champion. The only thing that prevents her from leaping up onto the stage is Diana starting her speech.

Instead of leaping up there Kate stalls out and stares up at Cassie, tapping her domino mask but for all the world looking like she is tapping her temple. There is a grin though, disarming as she can manage it.

Honestly she is within reach if Cassie decides to do anything like snag her up.

Then her attention drifts over to listening to the speech.

She listens very closely to all of that because it is a lot. The grin also gets bigger, because she had no idea what was being announced.

By the end of the speech when the monitors light up and Diana finishes .. she starts to clap with enthusiasm... "Epic!!"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    She's a Gothamite, but unlike the others from her city, she has no experience in being a /Socialite/. So Phoebe stands back a little from everyone else, by herself. As Dick walks by, she narrows her eyes a moment at him -- who doesn't know the face of the Wayneses, after all? Beacon looks over -- the faces of the Embassy are familiar. Her eyes roam over the figures in the audience -- and she spots Tim. Friendly face, so the younger Outsider makes her way over during Diana's speech, and she stands a little to the back and side of Tim Drake. As Diana reveals the foundation, she applauds with great enthusiasm.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley had begun to tug Hank in the direction of those standing near Diana when the speech began. Out of habit and grilled-in manners she stops to properly pay attention to the speech as it's given. Instead she leans in closer to Hank's side to stand with him for the duration. As it's all explained her eyebrows raise a bit with a burgeoning grin at the news. "Ah... There's so many charities popping up lately backed by good people. I'm really curious to see this art museum though," she admits quietly aside to her date.

When the speech comes to a close she raises her hands to clap politely as one does at such an event.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim waves off one of the drinks offered (yes, Cassie, I know, it's legal here) with a polite grin before listening to Diana's speech. He nods approvingly at both the charity and the arts center-- making a mental note that he has //got// to come to the opening of the latter for sure. Phoebe doesn't quite manage to sneak up on him, as she moves up behind him he turns and gives her a nod of greeting, waiting until the speech ends to say anything.

But once it does, "Hey, Pheobe. Have they got you with the fiery arrows yet?" he jokes in an undertone, looking pleased to see her.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Nodding and offering a round of polite applause, Hank smiles. "So long as I don't have to try to fire one of the exhibit bows. I'm still mortified it broke in my hands." He offers sheepishly, his body language telegraphing his blush. "Miss Prince, and Warren... I think the world is turning into a better place, regardless of the nefarious ill-mannered twits who try to subvert it." He nods to the woman.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Your jaw had /better/ hit the floor, for what this tux cost me," Vorpal says with a wink, guiding Gar towards the crowd. "We should mingle a bit, say hello to our colleagues and others, and then I need to 'tarry' a bit behind," he says, giving Gar a meaningful look. The green Titan knows that Terry O'Neil is also on assignment here. He spots Kara, of course, but he can't say 'hi' to her in this guise without betraying his identity to her (if only he knew). When Diana mounts the stage, he stops in his trap with Gar, and blinks, paying rapt attention.

After the speech, he whistles quietly. "She's... " then he smirks "Wonderful. I guess. Come on, Gar. I see Donna and America and our arrow bird and the Wonder Girl. Let's drop by..."

If Gar doesn't object, he will beeline to the assembled group. Knowing none of the identities of the Waynelings, he merely smiles amiably in their general direction as one does to other guests, and then flashes the grin when he reaches his intended target.

"Hello there, everybody!Troia, how long did you know about the announcement and have kept it to yourself?" he raises an eyebrow. "You are sneaky."

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Oh sure, they were just making her nervous as a joke! Cassie /glares/ a little. Still, a reassuring touch from Wonder Woman herself is a pretty powerful thing, even when you're used to it, and Cassie does seem to relax into things. Also, booze helps! "It's alright. And if uh, you don't mind me just kind of making it up as I go along, I could say a little something..."

Fortunately, she's distracted from worrying about speech details, both by America and Kate arriving and by Diana stepping away and up to the microphone to get said speech under way. Cass takes the opportunity to move away from the center-stage and a little closer to her more of-age friends and put adult concerns out of mind, no matter how swanky the surroundings!

"Hey!" Cassie kinda whisper-shouts back America, her energetic but painfully /non-formal/ demeanor very much at-odds with her attempt at playing high-society dress-up, and her exuberance at odds with keeping her voice down for Diana. "I've actually been -trying- to arrange a visit for the girls from the team for a while," she explains, tagging into whatever Donna was saying. "But the Queen is pretty serious about security, vetting people with the oracles and all that." The normal way to run background checks, obviously. "But they said we might be able to do something in the fall, around Thanksgiving break, since a lot of us will have school to worry about, too? It's in the works!"

She looks pointedly over at Donna to remind her of this committment! Di is only spared because she's speeching.

And then there's Kate! WAVING AT HER MASK. She suddenly looks chagrin. "Ohmygoddess. Right right. Uh... HI THERE HAWKLASS MY FRIEND." Is that her code-name? Cassie might not even remember. She definitely reaches to pull her into their little side-gathering there beside the larger stage. And now... Clapping time! "WOO WOO!" Yes, she's a woo-girl. Formal affair etiquette failed.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana adds a bit more after some of the applause. "We will be continuing to update the development of the Arts Center. But I assure you, it will be a place of acceptance, and excitement." She pauses again, and leans toward the microphone. "And there will be Amazons fighting there, you will all love it, I promise." She flashes a grin then.

"Now, please, simply enjoy the offerings of the Embassy tonight." the Princess will then step aside and allow the next stage performance to take her place, as she strides back toward the stages edge and is met by some of the Embassy's staff to speak to her once she reaches the base of the stairs.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Not yet. I came seeking advice from Diana the other day on a different topic, haven't really had the chance to do much more than read the books I keep borrowing." Phoebe replies gently to Tim, and she relaxes, just a bit, when he looks pleased. She gives a small shrug of her shoulders. "First is the rolling boulders, then the flaming arrows." she replies with a rueful smile, feeling rather cheap in her 97-dollar dress next to Tim's tailored tuxedo. "I'm kind of hoping I can get in and see things before it opens to the general public -- provided I return the books to their library." she jokes.

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan reacts like he's along for the ride, Vorpal the one doing most of the talking and leading along. Why? The beast of the Titans is quite caught up with the feline and his manner of attire. Just something about it, such that even someone accustomed to fancy gatherings, like Gar, is still a little whomperjawed. Or /is/ he used to them?

"Yeah, sure. I already saw a few of them over there, and..right." He waits for Diana's speech to finish before doing much else, turning to raise a brow at Vorpal while saying, "She saved me from..wondering..what she started talking about," right as Vorpal is talking about how wonderful she is. "And it's cool if you have to do a few things. I could chat with some of the others, have a snack, you know."

He's just distracted by pretty much everything right now.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Since her costume is basically similar to Black Canary, but skimpier. Yes, that's possible... Heather shows up fashionably late to the party in a skin hugging royal blue evening gown. A gown that strangely (for her) goes down to her ankles. She arrived in time to hear the speech, but hung in the background until it was over because she did -not- want to try to upstage that speech, or to draw attention away from Diana by doing... anything that might make noise or catch someone's eye by accident. But.. once the speech finishes, she makes her way into the main party area, a small clutch purse in one hand as she moves like someone used to such outfits and crowds. What? She is a model. Fitting in is part of what she dies.

Nick Lytton has posed:
    Certainly Nick applauds any commitment to the arts; he's a firm believer in the idea that metas and supers and all have a lot more to offer the world than just beating up bad guys.  Hell, he would offer himself up as Exhibit A as far as that goes.
    Another Irish coffee.  He dips his finger into it as surreptitiously as he can manage to make it his kind of hot, and watches the arrival of Vorpal and subsequent attachment to Beast Boy -- huh, wouldn't have guessed -- with a small smile.
    He can imagine his agent screaming, "MINGLE, damn you!" in his ear.  But he's not much on mingling, don't blame him.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna snatches up some champagne and quickly slips a glass to Cassie with a wink and a grinning echo of Diana's "Relaaaax!" Hopefully the wine will help with that. Either that or she'll get drunk and start picking fights, that could be fun too. Ideally not until after Diana's speech ends, though.

    She hovers by Cassie while Diana's speech is given, not to check the youngest Amazon isn't getting drunk, just to supply extra reassurance if she thinks she's being set up to make a speech any time Diana pauses. When Diana is done with her presentation, Donna slips over to her sister to give her a one-armed hug, and an excited grin. "You have a way with words, sister! And something to say that people will be glad to hear. The Wonder Foundation and the Arts Center both. I suspect I am going to have to dedicate a bit of time to the Arts Center. After an ill-advised comment at the Bushwick fundraiser I've already been inundated with e-mails from half the world's linguistic professors asking me to confirm their Mycenean Greek, or questioning if I can help them translate Linear A."

    Vorpal's accusations provokes an entirely innocent expression and an airy shrug from Donna, before she turns back to Cassie and says "Working on it!" with a wink. Her eyes rove back to Vorpal, and her expression grows slightly mischeivous.

    Donna glances around the crowd, picking out Kara, and calls her over. "Guys, I'd like to introduce you to Kara Danvers, a reporter with the Daily Planet. She works with that weird guy O'Neil who's been interrogating everyone. Kara? May I introduce you to Vorpal, Hawkeye, Wonder Girl, America Chavez and Beast Boy? Some of the Titans who I work with. Perhaps you'd like to beat Terry at his own game and interview someone?"

America Chavez has posed:
"Sounds awesome," America agrees, in a polite enough whisper back to Cassie, exchanging an approving grin with her and with Donna as well as Diana is speaking. Still, she listens intently to Diana, and seems suitably impressed.

"Woo woo!" She responds back to Cassie, pumping her fist in the air, and she gives Diana an approving 'thumbs-up' for the awesome speech. "Diana is pretty freaking awesome," America tells the others she's with.

"Hey, Hawklass," America says to Kate, deferring to Cassie on the hero name, believing, perhaps mistakenly, that such is what Kate wanted to be called at the meeting tonight. Or, maybe she's just being nice to Cassie because it's Amazon Night. Either way ...

... "Welcome to the party. Have a drink," she holds up her own, "Have some fun," she says to Kate.

As Vorpal and Beast Boy move towards them, she greets them in kind, "Hey, guys. Glad to see you here."

But then Kara is given her attention at Donna's prompting, "Hey, Kara. I'm America Chavez," she greets the reporter, "Titan Hopeful. These girls around me? Awesome. But you probably already knew that. But, just in case you didn't," she says with an earnest smile.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara is genuinely relieved when she spies Dick and then Heather. Not that she could really discuss that with either of them. She has never abandoned her team before, but this time was especially traumatic for her. Hence why she chose to attend tonight as Kara Danvers rather than Supergirl.

There is something calming and almost normal about wandering amongst the crowd as just no body in particular. She misses being known as the science prodigy, instead she's now a mere journalism student. That's not such a bad thing, journalism shines a light on the darkness in this world.

There are a couple of people here tonight who know her alter ego though, she is trying to be sneaky about it. On the other hand, may be she can sneak in some interviews for school work and her blog. She make her way to the balcony that looks out over at Wonder Woman's visibly invisibly jet. She loves that thing. Flying with it to the moon was a highlight of the month.

Her eyes widen though when she hears her name and she turns to face Troia, alarm on her face. "Oh hi there," she says and tucks some hair back behind an ear as she approaches the group of her friends. She avoids shaking hands for fear that'd give up the game too quickly. "Would any of you be interested in being interviewed? It'll help with my course work immensely if you did have some time."

America Chavez has posed:
America adds to Kara, "Sure, you can interview me if you want. Though, I'm just a Titan Hopeful and kind of in the 'Okay, you can punch reality and that's really cool - but are you going to gel with the team and are you really committed' phase, or at least, that's my takeway." She laughs, and doesn't seem all that botehred by it.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick takes a few moments to note those around him. Phoebe is given a nod once he catches her focusing on him. Though he is soon making his way in the direction of the little knot of elder Titans. "Seems you all travel in packs. Though hopefully you are all staying out of trouble, tonight?" He nods to those assembled, keeping the familiarity as his usual cover as Titans liaison. He then nods to Kara, whom he does not recognize, "My apologies. I'm Dick Grayson," he flashes a smile and then looks to the others, "They all certainly have interesting stories, so you can't go wrong with a story on any of them."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Hawkeye aka Kate coughs a bit there at the Hawklass "Hawkeye" she corrects both Cassie and America now, but she is laughing, her clapping cut short by the snag and pull over into the group by the stage now. She reaches out and snags some sort of canape and looks back towards Diana on the stage and then over to Cassie, Donna, and America. "This is awesome! .. The Wonder Foundation sounds amazing."

It does too, or at least Kate thinks so. "We need to lift up some billionaires and shake them upside down until more foundations and causes like this one falls out of them."

"Wait, are we allowed to drink?" she looks around for a waiter for some of that champaign also circling around. Foreign soil and rules and all that, wonder if this will work out or not. "I don't mind being interviewed Ms. Danvers" a bright smile to Kara after the introductions and all that. The smile extends to Dick as well giving him a nod.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
The Cheshire cat's green eyes do a very credible imitation of Supergirl's heat vision, minus the actual rays of death. The glance is one that Donna knows, which says he knows where she keeps her boots, and that you never knew with hairballs.

"Didn't that O'Neil dude interview you already, America? There was that picture of you bench-pressing his car, which was hilarious." He smiles at Kara, "How do you do? I'm Vorpal, and I'd be more than happy to help you with an interview, though I am not terribly interesting."

He glances as Dick arrives, and he aaahs, "Dick Grayson, you are the one who flew with Supergirl, of course! That must have been amazing. I've never gone flying. Mostly falling. From great heights."

He glances at the drinks and ponders whether it is wise for the Cheshire Cat to imbibe...

Too late. A glass is already in his hand, and the liquid down his throat. "Aah!"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    "I would be honored to be allowed to contribute to some of these generous foundations in the form of money, time, or both." offers Heather as she approaches. But she wants to be polite, not pushy. So she simply offers a smile and a nod to the others gathered there. Most notable Donna and such.
    She moves with the sort of grace she has practiced on the runway (Not the airport one, derp). But she catches her upper lip in her teeth for just a moment. Not nervous so much as just not sure the proper way to introduce herself or to -be- introduced. At least she has a public ID so she's not worried about -that- aspect here.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara smiles back to America. This would be an excellent way to understand one of the loudest prospects for the Titans. She nods to her head, "It'd be my pleasure. You can punch reality?" That still confuses her, even after having been told that at one of their pizza parties at the tower.

She smiles to Dick, fondly, though he doesn't know her. He might just take that as 'one of those eighteen year olds who swoon after the Waynes', but she forgets that he isn't an omnipotent as Batman. She lifts an eyebrow and smiles to Kate next, "That'd be a pleasure too." She really wants to crack a joke 'Lady Hawkguy' but thinks that might harm her chances of getting that interview with the friend she goes dancing with.

She says to Donna, "Troia this party is incredible, thank you for the invitation. We must catch up some time for a chat." She even knows Donna's real name. To Terry she smiles, "You're probably very interesting. Everyone who knows Troia is interesting. I'd be honoured to interview you too." This could complete most of her course work requirements for the year! Jackpot. She should have thought of doing this sooner.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
It was a test. A test she hoped to pass and also, she didn't want to really continue to advertise her involvement with heroes as Siobhan Smythe. So, for the first time ever she comes to the party and makes something of an entrance. It isn't massive or bright. Not spectacular but it is loud. It's like a scream in reverse. Something coming from afar and arriving as a poof of shadowy illumination bursts into place near the entrance of the place as that scream seems to coalesce into place.

Then, standing there is the Silver Banshee, eyes glowing and looking slowly around at the people here. It's different. Very different for her to be around so many people as the banshee and not be ready for a fight. She can almost see the sounds. Hear them flowing through the air. Like an Atlantean in the ocean, the sounds flow around her and she can almost reach out and touch them. However, it's not all fun and games.

<~Good, girl...stay longer like dis. Listen to me more...~> A frown comes to Siobhan's lips as she looks to the right at the sound only she can hear before she shakes her head and looks to where Terry is and starts over to him, "~Hello.~" She says simply enough, her voice like some otherworldly echo as she speaks.

T'Challa has posed:
The door opens, admitting a pair of new arrivals. T'Challa is wearing a stylish black suit that has been tailored to fit him. He walks with a black woman beside him, wearing a red dress with metallic loops for a necklace and a beaded bracelet, her head clean-shaven and tattooed.

The woman's eyes sweep the room carefully, while T'Challa's expression is more genial as he takes in the room's vibe. He glances over to the woman and murmurs to her, "I'm sure we could not ask for a safer place to be than a party hosted by Wonder Woman."

Okoye's expression indicates she is far less certain. "It just means I need worry about her enemies -and- yours," she comments to T'Challa. The words earn her a faint smile from him and a hand on her back as he motions her forward further into the room so they can begin mingling. Okoye's eyes, at least, keep up their constant scanning of the crowd.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana, away from the Embassy Attendants, sweeps past Donna and ghosts the back of her shoulder with a pat. "You give the next speech, Troia my dear." She tells her sister before walking past Cassie and grinning at her. "Stop trying to give underage people drinks, sweet Cassie." She grins to her other sister before she steps up to the cater in his tux...

...the caterer being the Head Chef of the Themysciran Embassy, Ferdinant the Kithotaur--like a Minotaru, from from Kithos--she smiles to him and he compliments her on the speech. "Why thank you." She says, as he hands her her drink back.

Sipping her drink, Diana spies American and offers her a blown-kiss and a wave. For now, the Princess enjoys her drink beside the very big-- arguably odd --Head Chef of the Embassy.

Diana spies the arrival of the Wakandans, her free hand raising up to offer a light wave in their direction.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Oh right. I knew it was Hawk-something," Cassie ammends, looking sheepish at Kate's correction. Is it natural cluelessness? Booze? Who can say!

"Anyway, yeah," she continues with her and America and anyone else who's wandered into the vicintity. "Isn't this great? The Foundation is going to be really amazing I think. I think I'm like, uh, 'youth outreach something-or-another' for it, since Diana uh, doesn't exactly have the normal human childhood experience to base things on." If this was them texting, Cassie would be putting a Buscemi 'hello fellow kids' meme gif into the conversation right about here. "And it's just the first of a bunch of things we're going to be doing." She's visibly excited, animated talking about it all. "Like, the visit for you gals that I mentioned, but also there might be a... well eventually there's going to be even more stuff, helping 'bridge' things between the island and Man's World."

Also to Kate: "Yes you're allowed to drink, because as an embassy this is technically Themysciran soil and they don't have-" She is saying this JUST as Diana comes by and tells her to stop. Does she have psychic powers too?! "They're NOT underage here!" Di runs off just as quickly, and spotting where she's headed, Ferdinand gets a friendly finger-wiggle too.

"All those little snack things are his, by the way."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley tips her head to the side indicating where Diana had gone. For now it meant avoiding the riot of masses around Donna, which was fine with her for the moment. "This is far more crowded than I'm used to. I mean I'm used to crowds," she admits with a wry chuckle. "But usually they kind of flock to one area or another. This is just... Massive." Still grinning she takes a deep breath before flashing her date a wink. "Tally ho?" she offers quietly.

Then she sneaks through the press of the crowd to try and get closer to Diana to at least meet her obligation of saying hello.

"Ms. Prince," she greets out with a warm smile. "Congratulations on the Wonder Foundation. It sounds like a, pardon, a wonderful cause. Please let us at the Wayne Foundation know if we can be of any assistance in the future. We're always happy to help a good cause."

Donna Troy has posed:
"Technically this is a religious festival, Hawkeye," Donna says with a grin as she snatches up a glass of champagne and hands it to Kate. "A small amount of alcohol is considered a fundamental part of the festivities, and by taking a glass of champagne you would be partaking in a small part of the ritual. On that basis it is entirely allowed."

    "I'm so glad you're enjoying it,Kara! Have you met Dick before? Another great subject for an interview. He's the adopted son of Bruce Wayne and has been a friend of the Titans for a long time. Helps administer the Wayne Foundation's contributions to the team." Donna flashes Dick a bright smile and gives him a quick one-armed hug around the shoulders. "Always good to see you, Dick. You must tell us all about that flight you took with Supergirl some time!"

    "Don't forget to try the canapes, Vorpal. They're delicious. And when you have, you could give your compliments to the chef. He's the guy over there a little behind you - " she points, and adds, entirely matter-of-factly, "Ferdinand. The minotaur. Don't faint. If you'll excuse me..."

    Donna's excusing herself is because there are still newcomers entering, and she's just noticed a high-profile arrival. She makes her way over to T'Challa and Okoye, and salutes them in the Themysciran style - which is, all things considered, pretty similar to the Wakandan style. "Your highness, welcome to the embassy. I am Troia of Themyscira, the ambassador's sister. If you will allow me to escort you through the crowds I will take you to her."

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan mingles with Vorpal and other Titans nearby, and he just looks a mixture of happy and a little nervous. This is the first time, the first function, that he and Vorpal have been at, such that they could be considered to be seen dating.

He has never been seen very long with others as far as relationships are concerned. The tabloids only had a few cases of him being seen with a girl of a similar age when filming on a set, but there wasn't even anything like a kiss shared. Held hands, maybe.

So, for him to be swooning over the Cheshire cat come to life, here like this, dressed in his fancy red-wine suit and looking like quite the rogue in the process, a contrast to Gar's white attire? Some are bound to notice.

"Hey, good to see you, nice to meet you, how's it going?" the green Titan says to those closer by, only pausing as he warily watches Vorpal down a drink, his eyes then shifting to follow Donna over toward T'Challa and Okoye.

America Chavez has posed:
America catches Diana's blown kiss, holds it a moment, before secreting it into an inside pocket in her jacket, playfully. To Cassie she agrees, "It's pretty fantastic. It's rare, anywhere I've been, to see that sort of philanthropy and having it be genuine without ulterior motives by really wealthy people."

She nods to Dick, "America Chavez, nice to meet you," she says to him though clearly not recognizing him at all. Still, the senitment is genuine. "You know these girls well?" Not up on her 'famous people', this girl. Then America turns back to Kara Danvers.

"Yeah. You know. Reality. Socking it. With my fist." America chuckles, then explains a bit further, "I'm from a different dimension. The way I travel through space, through differnt realities, is by, literally, punching it. I can create a doorway between dimensions, and travel through them at well. I can bring friends. Or, I can send people, or objects, away if I want. With pretty good accuracy, too. Or I can travel from here over to Japan, if I want, for example, instantly. So, it comes in handy," she explains in detail to America.

She looks back over to Vorpal, telling him, "You know," she says teasing him back, "I always thought it was dangerous to tease a woman who could punch you through a wall."

Though, as she watches Diana wave to T'Challa, she asks her group of friends older, newer and newest, not knowing, "Whose the really important guy?"

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Well, on any other day, Heather would have had no trouble getting attention. But tonight, she spoke up, trying to finally get some attention, right before -THE- King showed up. Not Elvis, the other King. She turns and spots the entourage and just smirks a bit, lifting her glass of juice. After all, she's not old enough to drink alcohol legally. She salutes T'Challa silently, trhough she isn't sure if he has -any- idea who she might be. But she doesn't speak up now, doesn't try to draw more attention. She lets it go where it deserves to be. On The King of Wakanda.

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim nods, then offers his arm to Phoebe politely. "Ms. Beacon," he grins, "Being somewhat of a fan of books myself, I can certainly understand the occasional delay in returning them back to the 'library', especially if they are as interesting as I suspect the ones you are speaking of might be. Shall we mingle a bit? I might go poke my head into the circle of Titans to go annoy my brother, who is doing his whole liaising thing."

Dick Grayson has posed:
"It was certainly something I won't forget, I'm just a mundane person, sadly flying is something I normally need a plane for," Dick chuckles and secures a drink for himself. He takes a sip and listens to the conversation. Dick is somewhat at home here, as he has been groomed somewhat to be a socially-facing member of the family.

Dick extends a hand to America as well, "Dick Grayson, nice to meet ya!" He is actually having fun with this, always interesting to see the other side of the Titans when they don't know who he is. Though Dick does grin as Donna introduces him, "Definitely not as exciting as the lot of you. I merely handle the money from time to time!" He returns the one-armed hug, "And perhaps sometime. Perhaps." The Wayneling flashes another grin and takes a drink.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "It would be my pleasure to be escorted around the party. Most of my contacts are..." she looks over to the mingling Amazons, and Cassie handing out alcohol, and she gives a soft 'hmn' "... busy." she decides is the right word.

    The Banshee catches young Phoebe's attention. She pauses, hearing the scream in reverse, echoing, reverbing and she turns to the entrance, watching as Siobahn makes her entrance. Her fingers curl at her side, her eyes narrowing a small moment as she draws one hand back, ready for some sort of fight -- but it doesn't seem like it's meant to be. Siobahn seems to calm, and she relaxes herself, watching with curiosity as T'challa and his guard make an entrance, and she finds herself standing up just a little bit straighter as her eyes lay on the Wakandan king... and she shifts her weight a little bit to hide back in the crowd behind Tim, maybe a little intimidated.

    Leaders and royalty from two secretive Old World nations in the same place? That might ask for trouble.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The good Doctor smiles to Carrie, nodding to her as she suggest they sally forth into the throng of people. He certainly did not feel concerned for their safety, though the amount of noise was becoming a bit much for is sensitive hearing. Still, he manages - walking with Carrie until she stops before Diana, and offers greeting.

"Miss Prince, lovely to meet you. Please do let me know if I can help with your foundation. I am all for making the world better." A slight chuckle. "Oh. My manners. Doctor Henry McCoy."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Part of the ritual? Well.. that's different then. It's not as if she'd get drunk, far from it. She takes a flute of champagne and a small sip. Fizzy! She shakes her head and with a finger pushes her glasses back up. "I can't say no to being part of the rituals. That's a different thing all together than simply not drinking."

She smiles and says to Dick, "If Mr. Grayson would have the time for an interview that'd be my honour too. Not many journalism students get to meet so many amazing people. I am truly lucky. And yes please tell us about your flight with Supergirl, that must have been very exciting." It turns out there is some fun to be had having a secret identity after all.

The explanation from America has her eyes widen a touch more and she lifts her eyebrows for effect. "Is there anything in between the two places you are portaling between?," possibly the wrong terminology.. not punchy enough. She says to America, "That's T'Challa, the King of Wakanda."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate notes very seriously toned to Cassie now. "I am beside myself excited about the idea of a trip during Thanksgiving break to .. I may die." she notes with dead serious tone. "I .. can not wait at all." she might vibrate right now with excitement if she wasn't trying so hard to be a superhero and all cool. It is in her voice though.

She stares at the Minotaur "Well huh they are tasty.." then after a momeent then is distracted back by Troia getting her booze, she accepts it and sips it carefully before Diana appears to take it away or something. She honestly holds the glass and sips like this is not her first fancy dinner party, toast, or sipping of booze despite her age.

"Are there a lot of minotaurs here Cassie?"

The next question. "Do you think it would be okay to show Diana the Wonderbow at some point tonight, I want to thank her for helping get the materials.. I mean.. I assume she helped?"

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana is sipping her drink when Carrie approaches, she averts her brown eyed stare to Carrie and smiles at her words. "The punny slogans are to be expected, and they are encouraged." Diana replies to Carrie, with a broadening grin. She offers her a hand to shake and nods softly once to her. "I am a very big fan of the Wayne family, and all they do to help push for good in Gotham City. The support of their Foundation means the world to me as well." She smiles to Carrie brightly then before

At Hank, Diana's eyes go and her hand extends to him then. Along with a smile, she speaks back. "You are ... with the Avengers, are you not, Doctor?" she asks. "It is a shame we have not met until now. But I am glad we have resolved that now. " She tilts her head to the side then, ever so slightly. "I am very glad to see you both here. It really does mean the world to me, and what we are trying to achieve here."

Another quick smile is shown to both Carrie and Hank.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa looks around the room, having a few people that make eye contact with him and provide the sort of greeting at a distance that can be conveyed in that way. He returns them in kind, including when he sees a raised glass from Heather Danielson. She is given a small nod of his head back. The wave from Diana Prince results in a smile from T'Challa and she receives a more familiar smile of greeting before he's turning to Donna as she approaches him.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Troia of Themyscira," T'Challa says in a voice which manages an uncommon combination of smooth and raspy at once. "Wakanda is grateful for the invitation to attend your religious festival this evening. I am looking forward to seeing the customs of Themyscira," he tells her.

As she offers to take him to Diana, T'Challa nods his head and offers the younger woman his arm. Okoye slips slightly into the background to follow. It gives her a better spot from which to observe the people around T'Challa. T'Challa tells Donna, "I would appreciate that. It has been some time since I have had the pleasure of speaking with her," he says.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Vorpal grins as Donna walks off, and turns to look at the chef.

"Oh... my." He says. A Kithotaur is definitely an impressive sight. "... these are good!" he says meekly, after taking a chomp from the canapees. His attention turns back to the conversation, and he adds to Dick"Never sell yourself short. Handling the money is a very important thing. Some of us have all the business sense of dead snails, it's greatly appreciated when someone with those skills come around."

The topic of America's powers come up, and he grins "I know, I know, I shouldn't tease.. but how can you not? In any case, your punchy punch and my Rabbit Holes have a lot in common, it seems. Although, ever since becoming incarnate in this reality, I seem to have a lot of trouble traveling outside of it. We must talk sometime..."

He follows the question of who the important guy is, and turns around. His eyebrows shoot up. "That... is his Highness the King of Wakanda, if I am not mistaken." He's never actually interacted with him. This is the second time he sees him in person- that other time was at a distance, at Tony Stark's press conference, and he was not the Cheshire cat back then. He nods slowly, approvingly- cats may look at kings, but even Cheshires must acknowledge the imperious manner of the panther.

"I need to... freshen up. I will be right back," he says to the gathering. Because now he needs to work, instead of play, for a bit. He leans over and places a quick kiss on Gar's cheek before disengaging his arm "Make sure he doesn't get lost, okay?" he says good-naturedly to America and co. as he turns towards the stairs, with the pretense of finding the little cats' room. It was transformation time.

Heather Danielson has posed:
    Shaking her head, Heather sets her empty juice glass down on a tray. "It was nice to be invited here tonight but... I can see that my presence makes zero difference in anything happening." she tells a hostess at the door as she reaches the exit. She offers a smile, "I'll be around another day."

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley reaches out to accept the hand from Diana with a polite shake of her own in return. "My father sends his best to you tonight, of course, and apologizes for being unable to attend. He's had other matters that have unfortunately taken his attention lately," she offers in the way that she was accustomed to. Of course she usually had to apologize for him not being around if one of her brothers didn't first. Stepping back she glances toward Hank with the fondest of smiles as he also greets Diana.

"I suppose he's a hard face to mistake," she murmers with amusement as he's immediately identified as an Avenger. It's the only little tease she offers though as they speak, and she nods again politely while staying by his side. "I know you're quite busy tonight, but thank you again for hosting this. It's so rare to get a chance to peek into Thymescria's culture."

America Chavez has posed:
"Nope. It's basically a door of light. Star-shaped. It's basically like walking through a door. You're in one room, you walk through the doorframe, and you're in the other room. Same thing here. It's not any kind of tunnel, or space, or in-between dimension," she educates Kara further with the question posed to her. "Though, there's a LOT of those. Anyways, it's just instantaneous travel. It's fun."

She looks back to Cassie, and Donna, and Hawkgirl, "Maybe one day I'll drag them along with me to one of my other-dimensional adventures," humored at the thought.

But as her question is answered about T'Challa by more than one of her friends, America nods, suitably impressed. "He sounds like a very interesting fellow, then. Looks impressive, at the very least." It's nearly impossible to miss the aura of nobility and pride that T'Challa carries about himself.

America looks back to Dick, then, "Oh. So we have you to thank for the Tower? Man, can't thank you enough." Again, America seems earnest in that thanks. "It's a lifesaver. Let me know if you ever need anyone punched. It's kind of my thing," she says, half-teasing, half-serious. Her impression of Dick Grayson has just improved by several notches.

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan has the self-awareness to act shyly after the peck at his cheek from Vorpal, but not quite shy enough that he doesn't get in a rub of one of those cat ears. "Yeah, go do what you gotta do. I'll be around," he says.

This leaves him to pick up on some snippets of conversation, mixed in with a, "Hey, Dick," to the Grayson, a hint of curiosity in his eyes as America talks of punching things in ways others simply can't, and he ends up clasping his hands together behind him as he fidgets a little. So many Titans here. To think that could have ever been a thing again, just a few months ago...

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
America's offer of interdimensional adventures earns a laughed response from Cassie: "Sure, why not. They can't be any weirder than the stuff my dad's side of the family drags me into. What's a little more extra-dimensional whackiness? You got anywhere planned?"

Then back to Kate: "A lot of them? No, he's the only one, at least the only one working at the embassy, there might be some on the island," Cassie tells Kate with a somewhat serious bit of consideration. "He's the head chef. Really nice guy. Also, he's not a minotaur, because it's not like they're... /The/ Minotaur was from Minos. Ferdie's from Kithira, so he's a Kithotaur."

Everyone gets this speech eventually. It's an easy mistake!

"But yeah it's totally gonna be a blast," she agrees about the trip. That's an easy one. But the bow. "I don't see why not." Ok, turns out that was easy too. "Maybe we can uh, well, hey, let's find out."

Apparently Cassie's approach to the whole thing is the very direct one. She grabs Kate-slash-Hawklady or whatever (hah) by one arm and starts dragging her more directly toward Diana. She does have a bit of advantage over some of the crowd in feeling no formality or hesitation about just going up and bothering the Princess. "Di! K- er, my friend Hawkeye here wants to do an archery demonstration. Think we could swing that? Donna helped her get this cool bow and she wants to say thanks."

Nick Lytton has posed:
    Nick very nearly snaps to attention when T'Challa enters -- but then, the commissions for both His Highness and for his guard have long since been completed and delivered.  He can only assume they were well received -- at the very least, he's unaware of any orders for his beheading or anything like that.
    Well, what does Nick know, he's an American, he has weird ideas about what both kings and queen mothers can order.
    So he offers a friendly wave, and assumes it's not /lèse-majesté/.  I mean, for a king, the guy was pretty well grounded.

Tim Drake has posed:
Phoebe's shrinking back is noticed. "Hey." Tim places a hand on her shoulder. "Nothing bad will happen here, and if it does, there are a lot of people who will--" he stops, looking back over her shoulder.

"Uh, is that an actual minotaur?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
The Silver Banshee starts to get twitchy. It seems like, for some reason, her entrance went totally unnoticed. She also watches as Cheshire walks away and then she starts to shake a little. Did she go invisible now? Has her powers made her like a real ghost. She's not sure, especially as she stands there as this skeletal form with shadowy parts practically gliding across the floor. She looks over at Donna next, noticing her with T'Challa and then looks to Gar and then to the others. Slowly she starts to internally panic.

"~Dis was a mistake...~" She says softly as her words float out in a flowing melody that both soothes and, at the same time, pulls at the primal instincts to run. She glances around again slowly and starts to turn. If she were in her human form, she'd start to hyperventilate but she's not.

"~I should go...~"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Imagine, if you will, that I Love Lucy episode where Lucy is playing two different people at two different places, and must rush back and forth between them.

Imagine, if you will, a red-headed reporter wearing a tux that isn't nearly as snazzy as what others are wearing, though it's a decent one, rushing into the reception looking rather frazzled, obviously aware that he is late. The frazzled routine? Something he picked up from Kent, who seemed to be chronically late everywhere he went. Lois used to pick on him for it. Not as much anymore, though...

He flashes a nervous smile and looks at the gathering, as if seeing it for the first time, and zeroes in on a silvery presence still near the entrance. His eye finds Nick as well, doing his respectful social distancing routine.

"Quite a smash, isn't it?" Terry says, walking up to the Silver Banshee's side with a grin. Of course, she knows who he is, and he knows who she is, but nobody else who doesn't live in a giant big 'T' knows that, do they? "I was just behind you. That was quite an entrance- do you want to walk with me? I feel so uncomfortable in these things by myself..." he does look nervous, decidedly less self-possessed than his feline side. If any telepaths are in the room, they might pick up one running thought in his mind: Please don't let Wonder Woman notice me.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The hand from Diana is shaken, gently - not for fear of harming her, but for a concern over his own control. "Yes, Avenger for some time, among some other teams." Henry smiles politely. "Thank you again for hosting us, and thank you for doing what you do for the world." The man offers over. "We'll let you get back to the others - you seem to have quite the number of fantastic attendees." A nod and he steps back with Carrie.

"Are we looking over the displays, then?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    The young woman with the dark skin and dark eyes does turn back to Siobhan's form, parting her lips a moment before she turns back to Tim, giving a slight nod. "Right, right -- was pretty sure that with everything going on there's plenty of help around tonight." the younger Gothamite states to Tim, and she continues to walk with him, doing her best on three inch heels.

    "That's Ferdinand. He's from Kithios, so he's a Kithotaur. He is super nice and so incredibly talented with vegetarian dishes; I got some tips that I'm going to have to use at home." she gives a bright smile to Ferdinand himself, then turns back to Tim sheepishly.

    "I might have helped with the dinner last night before heading home."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara can't help but stare a moment in wonder at Banshee. Sure, there's Hank, all blue and fluffy which is amazing, but Banshee screams magic. She had yet to see Siobhan like this. Suddenly, self conscious, she's not sure how a human should react to such a sight.

"Erm. Excuse me," she says and approaches Ferdinand, "Hello, would you mind if I complemented you on the food tonight, it's delicious. I was told you are Kithotaur, would you please tell me about your home?" She catches sight of Terry fleetingly, throws him a wave and gets in to a discussion with the chef and takes his picture.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's eyes go back to Carrie and she smiles warmly to her. "We are hoping to change that." She tells her, with regard to peeking into Themysciran culture. "It will soon become a very deeper experience, I am sure of it." She nods softly a single time. "Please do send your father my best wishes, he is an important man, and I understand when he is unable to attend."

At Hank, another light smile crosses the red hued lips of the Princess. "I wish I had more time to do more with the Avengers myself. They mean a lot to me, and being with them since becoming a public figure has helped me settle in to the world as such. I would not be able to hold up this... persona of Wonder Woman, quite as well, if it were not for the Avengers helping me see the world through the eyes of truly heroic people working as one."

Both of them get another smile and a little wave. "Please enjoy the rest of the evening too." She tells them further.

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
That lower, shadowy jaw parts and she turns her gaze over to Terry, staring at him in slight disbelief for a moment before saying, "~Sure.~" She says to him before looking forward and watching hte people here. Phoebe gets a particular look as she was watching her before Siobhan turns her gaze instead to Kara briefly. She'd lick her lips if she had them.

"~I'm not sure I belong, dough.~" She says to Terry and then looks to T'Challa before looking down at herself, "~Hardly feel like I fit in quite so well...~" She then nods to him, "So, where did ye want to go wit' da Silver Banshee?" She asks and tries to give her best smile though for some, it might come across as a bit disconcerting.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick chuckles, "Nah, we only cut checks. I had nothing to do with the tower design," he says to America. And to Terry, "It's a pretty guilt-free check to write." He takes a sip and then looks to Kara, who asked him for an interview, "That can be arranged. Just set up the appointment, though I warn you it will be boring. My life is not that exciting!" He's not entirely wrong, especially when a good chunk he cannot talk about publicly. Gar gets a nod, "Mr. Logan," in salutation.

Nick Lytton has posed:
    With considerable relief, Nick spots Terry -- at last, someone that he both knows, and that it would be politic to greet.  He makes for him as best he can, under circumstances of a crowded party, and greets him with a pleased "Terry, I can't thank you enough for that interview -- any time Miss Lane wants to do a follow-up, let me know.  Are you here covering this thing?"

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim's eyes light up with glee. "Kithotaur. From Kithios. //Awesome//." He does continue escorting Phoebe over in the direction of Dick and the Titans, though he is looking around, not entirely subtly, for anything else like this. "Anything else you can warn me about? Cyclopes? Chimarae? Pegasi? Cerberi? I am so here for this." He waves with his free hand towards his older brother as they approach the knot of Titans.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Oh, don't be silly!" Terry gives Siobhan a smile, "We are surrounded by Amazons of myth, a king of legend, minotaurs, and all of these fine folk. Where else would you fit better?"

He waves at Kara, giving her a big grin, "That's Kara. She works at the Planet with me. Sweet girl, she's from Sweden. Very shy. You should let her do a profile on you when you're comfortable. Lois says she has a lot of promise."

And just speaking of Miss Lane, Nick turns up. "Aah, Nick, it's so nice to see you. Nick, this is the Silver Banshee. Silver, this is Nick Lytton, he is an absolute wizard with glass. You can see some of his magnificent work displayed around here."

The redhead smiles at Nick, "I hope that interview helped with the business."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate listens to the explanation and then nods slowly "Kithotaur, good to know. I suppose the Mino wasn't anything to do with like a classification but just a place so that makes sense.... Though does that mean the Centaur was from someplace with Cen in the name?" she really isn't sure about this naming scheme but then the Amazons are the subject matter experts right.

She was not expecting to be snagged by Cassie and dragged directly towards Diana, gosh gulp ulp.. I mean yes she has met Diana before at the Tower and all but this.. is suddenly sudden. "I... what..wait.. I want to do what now...." because come on what K-er Hawkeye wanted to do was just thank Diana and show her the awesome bow that the Amazonians really contributed to the construction of right.

I mean Cassie has part of it definitely right, she wanted to say thanks, but, demonstration??

"Hello Diana..." she states just a little nervous now that Cassie has got them over there... "um hi your Majesty" to T'Challa

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna guides T'Challa and the slightly trailing Okoye through the throng with the determined step of someone who's not going to let too many distractions get in the way. "It's a pleasure to have you here, your highness. Our countries have quite a bit in common in certain ways, I suppose. No doubt there's a lot we could teach each other - though mother... the queen... is still rather reluctant to acknowledge the world outside our shores. We're getting there though... ah! Diana, look who I found."

    Journey through the crowd quite quickly negotiated, Donna hands T'Challa over to her sister's attention, and leaves the two Avengers to their discussion. She gives a polite nod to Okoye, perhaps an acknowledgement of the woman's cautious protection.

T'Challa has posed:
As T'Challa moves through the party towards the hostess of the evening, Okoye's eyes have settled on the apparition-like figure of the Silver Banshee. "I should have brought my spear," she murmurs under her breath so softly that only those with enhanced hearing are likely to pick it up. From the small, crooked smile that T'Challa briefly gets, he seemed to have heard it. Though he does glance back over his shoulder towards Siobhan's unusual appearance. Instead he tells Donna, "Your nation is extremely intriguing. Those are lessons I would love to learn," he agrees.

He arrives over at the small group talking to Diana Prince. His eyes go to each in turn, expression one of greeting for Carrie Kelley, Hank McCoy and others. The familiar face of the Avenger and X-men gets a bit of extra grin.

"Your Highness, thank you for the invitation for tonight. It is always a pleasure to see you," he tells her in greeting. "I believe you remember Okoye," he offers with a motion to the black woman.

Okoye? The sight of fan girl eyes as she turns her attention to Diana Prince is something that T'Challa files away to bring up later. "Greetings, Your Highness. A pleasure," she says to Diana.

T'Challa's eyes swing over to Kate Bishop. "Good evening, Miss" he offers with a pleasant smile to the young woman. As he is looking back towards Diana, he notes Nick Lytton and leans over to Okoye briefly to point the artist out.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I've seen none of them here, if they have them hiding somewhere it likely wouldn't be in plain sight, though oh man, if Diana has a flying horse I have /got/ to brush up on riding skills." the girl states with glee back to Tim. "And I don't think a Cyclops would make a good counter to a ceremony for the Amazons, remember how Odessyeus was able to trick one into poking his own eye? And before tonight I would have just gone 'oh no, they found mammoth skeletons and thought the nasal was the eye socket' but now I'm not a hundred percent sure, and I'm not sure if I want to know the answer before I'm ready." she gives a wry smile.

    "Cerberus, though, that's a proper name of the guardian of the underworld. You have to admire someone who's fond enough to name a three headed dog 'Spot'." the young woman answers back, and she breathes out slightly. "Looks like the ah... interesting arrivals are friends with that group over there. Scared me for a hot minute." she states to Tim.

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley steps back as the others start to come closer so that there's more room around Diana to seek her attention. Cassie and Hawkeye earn a polite nod of greeting before her gaze alights on the King of Wakanda. When he nods in her way in greeting she does as well. "So many great minds gathered here tonight. This really is a wonderful event." Ah, darn. Again she couldn't avoid the pun. It was part of her nature.

still, she does glance toward Henry to ask quietly, "Getting to your ears?" Knowing how it could be for him. Of course, then someone goes and mentions archery which causes her attention to snap back with keen interest. No. No she shouldn't.

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan begins to wander, having no anchor at the moment, nothing to tie him down once he's finished greeting the ones he knows. Shindigs like this are meant for mingling, and mingling is what he came here to do.

It has him nearing Diana just as Donna is getting there, just as Kate is, just as T'Challa and Okoye are.

"Pretty cool setup you have here, Princess," he says to Diana, rubbing the back of his neck for a few seconds. "When we were figuring things out, we thought..well, check it out." He motions to the gold tie, the red pocket square with the gold stars, then lifts a white pantleg to show the blue socks.

"Remind you of anything?" he asks, grinning that Gar Logan grin, though as some of the attention her begins to spread around, he takes it in as well. There's Terry, and the Silver Banshee, leaving him to stare for a few seconds before he snaps out of it. There is, after all, royalty nearby. He straightens his back and says, "King..it's so cool to meet you, dude. Sir." But what do you do? Offer a handshake? Wave? Bow? The hand starts out, then hesitates and pauses.

Nick Lytton has posed:
    "Well, I don't think it hurt," Nick says, deftly nabbing a glass of wine from a passing server and handing it off to Terry, without asking if he wanted one.  "I definitely picked up some commissions that I probably wouldn't have without the additional publicity."  He may or may not have glanced in the direction of certain royalty.  Hard to tell, there's not just one around here.
    He nods in greeting to Silver Banshee.  "Pleased to meet you," he says, offering his hand.
    In his other hand, his coffee appears to be simmering.  Huh.

Diana Prince has posed:
Ferdinand's large Taur head turns and looks down to Kara. He huffs through his large nostrils and nods once to her. "You are most welcome, my dear. We aim to please with the cuisine here. It is meant to be a tantalizing touch to one's tongue, a taste sensation that will last in one's memory until the throws of time---" He pauses. "I lost of my train of thought."

He huffs again.

"Anyway, I would regail you with tales of my home, but they would be frightening, even for the Ambassador. Kithos is no place for the feint of heart." He shows a quick smile, toothy smile, and motions to those providing the food to others, hand gestures about his desires for them to do better!

Diana glances to Kara and offers her a little wave as well...

Before she turns her gaze and regards Kate as she approaches with Cassie. She grins to her softly. "I am very glad to see you again. I have meant to come by the tower once more, it simply has not come to be yet."

With T'Challa approaching with Donna, Diana steps forward then to offer the King an embrace. To heck with protocol! Without a word, the Princess moves to put her arms around his shoudlers and pull him in for a hug, if a light one, a friendly one. "When are we going to the Basketball sport again?" She asks him with a broadening, playful, grin.

Diana Prince has posed:
A quick look is sent over to Gar then, as Diana regards his flare and it makes her grin brightly. "It reminds me that you have very good taste, young Garfield." She says to him. "You will have to tell me where I can get a pair of socks like that too..." She adds before glancing around. "Where is your friend from the Titans? The one that I gave the cloak too?" She asks then.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"You know... I'm not sure about the Centaurs. Seems like it should follow the same naming rule if they were being sensible, right?"

In any case, Cassie has done her job in delivering POOR KATE into Diana's lofty presence, and looks smugly satisfied, despite the other Titan's mild protests and obvious deer-in-the-headlights look. Only way to get over it is to jump right in, right? Still, though she won't speak up for Kate, she does stand beside her as moral support, beaming broadly in a 'you got dis' fashion while finally managing to say hello to some of the others that have (understandably) swarmed in around the hostess.

"Your majesty," she offers along with a chorus of similar greetings to T'Challa now that his own royal entourage has joined Diana's. And then there's Carrie. "Oh hey, you're uh-" God what name does she use here? "-his-" vague handwave, "uh, sister, right? From the other night?"

She also can't help but overhear a little of Kara's interview and starts giggling, for whatever reason. But not now! "Diana, Hawkeye wanted to maybe show off her bow or something? I don't know if it's appropriate now, but maybe if not, we could do something at the art center when it opens?"

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A look around and then she looks to Terry as she is introduced to this new person. She looks at Nick carefully and then offers out a silvery hand and takes his gently, "~Yes, and you.~" She says in her Irish Brogue that is still echoing as if from far away. She turns to look at Terry again and then looks to T'Challa and then Okeye. Her eyes narrow at the woman and then she whispers something and it flows through the air, a soft note on the wind for her ears only.

"~You should mind your words, mortal...~" And then Siobhan blinks and closes her mouth sharply and looks forward before she closes her eyes, "~Shut up...~" She says to herself more than anyone else and hten opens up her eyes to look to Terry, "~I am afraid this truly may have been a poor plan.~"

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick looks to his arriving brother and Phoebe. "If you all have not had the pleasure, this is my brother Tim, though I do not recognize the lady with him." He raises his partially-filled glass in salute to the two, "Tim, this is America, Kara," and he goes down the lines with the others surrounding them, though it seems Gar and Terry stepped away, though he goes and identifies them as well. "I hope you two are having fun? Oh, my apologies," he extends a hand to Phoebe, "Dick Grayson."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara used to spend hours flicking through the pages of xenobiology back home. It was not her area of expertise, but the idea of alien worlds and alien creatures fascinated her. Yet another quirk of the House of El probably, she really couldn't say. To meet another non-human is always a delight for her. "Amazing," she says as she tastes another one of his delicacies. She wants to tell him how much it reminds her of home, but has to be sly about it.

"Obviously this is not like any cooking style where I'm from, er, Sweden, but it tastes so very delicious it somehow reminds me of home." The subtleties of flavour are nuanced enough to evoke her Kryptonian aesthetic. She covers her mouth as her knees go a touch weak, "Mm. Really good," she comments and takes a picture of the food. "Thank you for your time. I would love to interview you if you have the time. I'm a journalism student at Metropolis University and the more practice I get at interviewing, the more chance I will have of being good at one day." She chuckles and then drops her phone. "Oh shoot," she says and picks it back up.

As T'Challa nears her eyes widen a touch and she crosses her arms over her chest and says, "Wakanda," with a small bow of her head. In her one and three quarter years on Earth, this is her first brush near royalty. It feels akin to meeting someone from the council of Krypton.

Donna Troy has posed:
"Don't believe everything you heard about the cyclopes!" Donna's voice chimes up from behind Phoebe, and she flashes a grin to her and Tim as she helps usher them towards the group of Titans. "They are far smarter than Homer thought. Geniuses with anything mechanical. Powerful magic, too. They make the best weapons - Hephaestus himself is very reluctant to employ anyone but a Cyclops in his forges." She pats Phoebe's shoulder and gives Tim a wink. "Just one Kerberos though," she adds. "No need for plurals, even if he really does have three heads.

    "Ah, I do believe I spy a Silver Banshee. 'Masks on' protocol finally feeling like a possibility?" Donna asks Siobhan. "Well, practice makes perfect, hmm? You'll be fine, don't worry. And Terry O'Neil! You made it. Fashionably late I see. Your collegue Kara Danvers has been here some time, and already snagged the best interviews. I believe she's going to interview Vorpal and America Chavez."

    Nick, who Donna doesn't recognize, gets a smile and a nod. "A friend of Terry's? Pleased to meet you. Troia of Themyscira, welcome to the embassy."

Kate Bishop has posed:
"We really do need to get to the bottom of Centaurs sometime then." she notes to Cassie and then well right the delivery.

She is saved though by the arrival of the other Avenger though. At least she thinks she is saved.

Then Cassie doubles down about the bow and Kate wants to hide, though she maintains the smile. Years of training on dinner parties and social etiquettte in Manhattan are doing wonders to not fail her right now.

"I am sure if it isn't a good time we can show her when she comes by the Tower later." since well Diana said she had been meaning to come by the tower. I mean yes Hawkeye brought the bow even, but then a party like this could be invaded by Cyclops or something for all she knew so she came in a dress but geared up, just in case.

Good excuses right.

She leans in against Cassie and whispers to her "I will get revenge later Cassie." it isn't a dark threat though, she is still smiling, right... right?

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim gives the Titans around Dick a bit of a grin. "Tim Drake-Wayne," he greets them, and grins back brightly at Donna, his tone mock disappointment, "Aww, I had hoped there might be more of them. Like puppies. Can you imagine a three-headed puppy around the manor, Dick?" He then nods to Phoebe, "This is a friend of mine from Gotham, Phoebe Beacon." He looks back to Donna. "I'm not entirely surprised Homer didn't get it right," he says easily. "But I am more than interested in meeting one, just the same. I'm sure they have interesting knowledge to share." He frowns. "No surprise centaurs, though."

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry gives Siobhan an encouraging smile, "Take it easy. If it getss too much, you can always make a graceful exit- you know, here I come to save the day and all. But if you can stand it, you can take it as a bit of practice," he says gently. His eyes drift over to where Gar is introducing himself to...

"Oh dear lord what is he doing?" he says very quietly, with a slight panic in his voice. And that's when Diana's eyes start scanning the crowd in his direction.

That is when Donna Troy gallops in to conspire towards his undoing. "Good luck to her with Vorpal. I hear he is absolutely insufferable," Terry says with a slight smirk and nods, "This is Nick Lytton. He is the creative wizard behind the fine glasswork."

It is fortunate that Donna is here, in fact, because now he can angle himself just so to be hidden by her from Diana's sight. He had to admire Gar, he just strode up to the King and the Princess and 'wassuped'.

"Nick, perhaps they can get some of your work commissioned for the Tower? Troia here was talking about how much they need some beauty to enhance the atmosphere of the lobby. Pay out of her own pocket, even."

He glances at Siobhan, and gives her a quick, mischievous wink. "That's what she said, isn't it?"

T'Challa has posed:
As Diana moves to give T'Challa the hug, the man breaks out in a warm, slightly crooked smile that makes it up into his eyes. He returns the hug, leaving his hands on her shoulders for a few moments as it breaks. "Is it the season for basketball still? Or again?" he asks. His head turns to Okoye to direct the question at her, and gets a flat stare back for thinking she would know the answer to that.

He looks back to Diana and says, "We shall see if they are playing. I would enjoy another trip though. At your earliest convenience," he tells the Themysciran Princess.

The greeting from Cassie Sandsmark receives a small nod of T'Challa's head and a smile. "Good evening Miss," he offers to her. He is distracted then as he sees the salute given to him by Kara Danvers. It draws a charmed smile from him, for so few know much of the tiny African nation. He returns the cross-armed salute to her. "Wakanda forever," he replies to her. T'Challa asks Kara, "And who would you be?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    The dark-haired young lady gives a wry grin back at Donna, and then gives a nod. "I forgot, I'd read that, I do stand corrected and if there are any about owe them a most sincere apology." she states to Donna, and then turns back to the group, giving a little smile and a small wave of her fingers. Fanciest party she's ever been to and she pulled up with a discount-rack dress and everyone looks so beautiful and fancy, but when Dick holds his hand out, she introduces herself. "Phoebe Beacon. I'm loosely associated with the embassy, but I'm covering the event for the Hash-Tag GothamHope blog." she smiles, and her cheeks darken a moment as she looks to Dick, and then looks back to Tim, then back to Dick as she blinks in mild confusion.

    "Brothers?"

Carrie Kelley has posed:
Carrie Kelley flashes a smile at Cassie with faint amusement as she fumbles over a name. "Yes, I'm Tim's sister. Carrie Kelley-Wayne. Pleased to meet you again, Cassie." Her eyes skim over toward Hawkeye to regard her thoughtfully. Or maybe it's the bow over her shoulder she's eyeing.

"I'm sorry, my date is getting a little claustrophobic so I ought to get going. I hope you both enjoy the rest of your evening," she offers before turning to make her way off. In passing she breezes by Tim reaching out to muss his hair with a hand. Dick also gets a nod. "Behave yourself, brothers."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
At some point after her entrance Nadia had wandered off, lost in the crowds, entranced by all of the sights and sounds of the festival around the Embassy. Eventually though she finds her way back to where everyone else is.

She snags a glass of something fruity to drink, careful not to spill any on her pretty white dress, before at last making her way over to where Donna is, "This festival is amazing, I've never seen anything like it!"

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim attempts to dodge Carrie's mussing of his hair (not that it really can get much worse than it is), laughing. He grins at Phoebe. "Yes and no. Biologically? No-- we're adopted, despite not looking like it." He stage whispers, "Dick's the pretty one. I got the brains."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara smiles to T'Challa and says, "I'm Kara Danvers your Highness. I'm a journalism student at Metropolis University. Please don't let me get in the way of anything important you're doing tonight. It is exciting to simply see you here. We know so little about Wakanda."

They might as well be from another planet Kara knows so little about them. She has deliberately avoided flying over their airspace, not wanting to spook them. Also, the DEO thinks that's a good diplomatic choice in general. She wonders if her cousin knows much about them. Between the Amazons, Atlanteans and Wakandians, Earth has a rich history of hidden cultures slowly making their way back to prominence and Kara is so here for it. She loves it so much.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa turns to Gar after returning the traditional greeting to Kara. In his soft raspy voice, T'Challa replies, "I find 'hello' to often be a safe option." It's accompanied by a small smile and he offers his hand to Gar to complete the handshake. "You are the film star, are you not?" T'Challa asks Gar.

He looks back to Kara as she introduces herself. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Danvers. I hear Metropolis has a fine school. How long do you have before you will be graduating? And plans to join the written media, or perhaps going into broadcasting?" he inquires of her.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Yeah, Bruce adopted me after my parents died," Dick says with a tone that indicates he has said it more than a few times, and has it down to almost a script, "But yeah, Phoebe, it's a big family." He gives Carrie a wave as she departs, "Seeya, Carrie, and last I checked, we weren't the troublemakers!" He laughs and says to Tim, "Firstly, thank you for the compliment. Secondly, ruuuuude!" He grins and says to Phoebe, "As I said, big family."

Gar Logan has posed:
"I had a little help, but thanks, Princess. It's this place in Westchester. Lost..uh, Pond. Yeah, that's it," Gar explains to Diana, completely missing whether she's being sincere in her interest or merely humoring him. "Oh, Vorpal? He's, you know, here and there. I'm sure you'll see him. Can't miss him, really!" It's spoken rapidly, for what it's worth.

Seeing others giving the Wakandan salute to T'Challa is one thing. He wasn't sure what the proper protocol was, so he sort of got stuck in between one thing and another, leading to him tripping over his words just a bit. As a kid, he spent time in a village around a King. It shouldn't be this awkward!

"Hello's good, yeah. I just wanted to say, as a Titan, I admire everything you've done." Then it gets /more/ awkward, as T'Challa brings up his acting and the hand is quickly shaken. He committed to it! Too late to do the much cooler salute!

Besides, it's the second time he's had to proverbially pick his jaw up from the floor, talking faster again. "Oh, I have a few fans around, but../you/ know I'm an actor? Dude! I don't even know what to say right now!"

Nick Lytton has posed:
    Nick nods in greeting to Donna -- he's unsure if he should offer his hand or not -- and grins at Terry in thanks for the build-up.  "I'm almost always open for commissions," he offers.  "In fact, I just finished a couple big jobs, so I have a clear schedule for a while."  There, that will make his agent happy, even if he is a clumsy salesman.
    Let's be honest, he's not a salesman at all, he's an artist, and good luck keeping him focused outside of that.
    He drains off his coffee, catches the eye of a passing server, and makes a whispered request, then returns his attention to the matter at hand.  "I appreciated the opportunity to do some of the decorations here tonight.  It was a welcome stretch."  Another Irish coffee is delivered to him.  "I guess some of the credit goes to Terry here; he's responsible for some of the best publicity I've gotten since coming to town."
    And Terry gets a friendly wink.

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
Cassie spits up a little of her drink. She has a new one, by the way! ADULTING. "Get to the bottom of the centaurs?" she asks Kate, deadpan, and then giving a long pause. "Phrasing?" OK maybe not... so adulting. Giggling over this joke, she hardly seems to take Kate's 'threat' too seriously, holding her hands up in a mock defensive gesture. "It'll be FIIIIIIINE. You're super awesome with that bow. Way better than I am. Did I tell you archery was my least favorite subject in Amazon-school?"

A: Yes. B: That's not what they call their training.

Carrie departs, so she waves after her, and fiiiinally catches sight of Tim as his sister breezes past him. "Ooh, looks like just about everyone is here. Maybe I should go say hi." And not keep avoiding him at social functions? MAYBE. Adulting?

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Genetics doesn't work that way, mister Drake," Donna says. "Or indeed any way, when you're adopted," Donna tells Tim. "I'm adopted too. That's why Diana and I look so unalike." This is a total lie - they're hardly twins, but there's a distinct resemblance. "And please... don't say things like that about Dick where he can hear you. You know perfectly well that he'll have stopped listening after the the words 'pretty one' and the second part will have just gone straight in one ear and out the other. You'll just make his ego even bigger." She delivers a wink to Dick as she says these last words.

    Donna gives Carrie and Hank a broad smile and a wave as they head past on their way out. "Thank you both for coming, I do hope we'll see you for the opening of the Arts Center!"

    Donna wraps an arm around Nadia's shoulder as she makes her way back to the main group of Titans. "Glad to hear you are enjoying it Nadia. Not too many people have, this is one experience you can't chalk up to a sheltered upbringing. This is the first time we have performed a festival like this in the world outside for... a very long time. Perhaps next year we can invite a few of you to the ritual itself. Today's part was kind of boring... mostly songs. The second day is the good one though. We tell each other filthy jokes and bake cakes in the shape of... is that the time?"

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana sips her drink as she smiles at Ferdinand and Kara's interactions. The large Kithotaur considers Kara's words and he speaks up again. "An interview would be acceptable. But I do not want to see my words turned in ways to paint me as something that I am not. I am a fierce Kitho, I am a strong Kitho, and I am the greatest culinary artist in this loud and noisy stone jungle!" He bellows, glancing over to the Princess. "My apologies, I got worked up again."

Diana reaches over to place a hand on Ferdi's elbow, to which receives a light pat from her. "It happens. You get that way when people ask you questions. It is okay." She smiles to him, then looks back to the others.

At Gar, she nods once. "That is the shopping mall in Salem Center. I have been there, a very good place for shopping in the Christmas season, which... is just around the corner. Fancy socks for all this year." Diana says to Garfield, with a grin.

She looks to T'Challa then. "It is always some kind of season for a sport. That is the only reason we truly need to go, yes?" She nods to Okoye, and looks between them. "It has been some time since I saw Princess Shuri, Please do send my regards to her."

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara pushes her glasses back up a touch, feeling a bit self conscious at his apparent interest in her life. Diana is good at this, Kal is good at this. T'Challa is clearly good at this. She's going to have to get good at this - just not as Kara Danvers. "Oh, ah, two and a half years to go of a four year degree. I hope to be a reporter your Highness, the written word is where my passion lies right now, but I don't know where it will drift to by the time my degree is over. I am inspired by my cousin, Clark Kent. He's written some lovely pieces, and his girlfriend Lois Lane, who has .. well, I think everyone knows about Ms. Lane. I hope to be as good as them one day."

To Ferdinand she nods her head with encouragement, "Oh certainly. This is the kind of challenge I need to get good grades. I will strive to frame you in the perfect light of power and prestige, to capture the essence of who you are and what you create." Though, inside she is wondering how the heck one does that. This might turn in to the kind of end of year submission that makes or breaks her grade average.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I was aware, just kind of -- caught off guard." she comments breezily, apologetically to Dick. She feels it came off standoffish, and she purses her lips a moment, and quickly recovers: "And there's nothing wrong with being adopted. I talk about my own adoption, in fact, on my blog in its early stages. I thought it'd get more people interested in the foster care system of Gotham -- it really needs a hand" she quickly adds, giving the kindest smile she can summon to Dick. Poor Tim might feel his arm getting a bit of a tingle as her powers react to her nerves.

    "Tim and I met doing volunteer work, I happened to be here covering this event for my blog. The Embassy Staff have been kind enough to work with me on a couple of occasions, and I'm hoping that the next big expansion may be in Gotham itself."

Siobhan Smythe has posed:
A blink at Donna and The Silver Banshee nods to her, "~You can say dat.~" She offers and then shakes her head, "~I may not stay.~" She says softly before turning her attention to Nick and listening to him a moment before looking around, "~I see. I'll try not to break any of your work den.~" She states simply enough and tries to offer a smile. It's not exactly perfect but she is trying. She then looks over to Terry again and nods to him briefly before she gestures to T'challa, "Is dat really de King of Wakanda?" She asks and tilts her head.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia sips her drink and listens to Donna with a sort of wide eyed wonder, "Oooh that would be great to see more of the real festival.. wait dirty jokes and cake..?"

Before she can finish asking however her attention is drawn to the mention of one of her favorite people, "OH! You know Shuri?" she asks Diana turning her head in her direction. "She's so much fun, we worked on refurbishing the Brainiac Space and Mass Manipulation Array together!" Seemingly not putting two and two together with who the others are talking to.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Well, well, well, look at Danvers, conversing with the King of Wakanda," Terry says with a smile, watching the interaction from their safe little perch, "This should get her some good material to write." He looked forward to comparing notes after the event, even suggest that she do the write-up while providing her with whatever snippets he had on his side. Maybe he could get her to host one of the podcast episodes and talk about the party.

"Troia, you look- nevermind," the redhead shakes his head and chuckles, and then he adds to Tim, "Don't sell yourself short, you can have beauty /and/ brains, Just look at..." he looks at Donna, as if about to say her name, and then he says instead "but where /is/ Starfire?" the grin he gives Donna is one for the books. But then he is distracted by the Silver Banshee's question.

"Yes, that is His Majesty... I wonder what Beast Boy is saying to him..." or, rather, dread.

To Nick, he raises an eyebrow, "It sounds like you need a publicist here. You know... after closing hours, why don't I come to your gallery? We could spend some time there..." he gestures with a wine glass, "Shoot some pieces, maybe get some of it on social media. I'd love to help you get more exposure. Talent like yours deserves to get recognized...."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim pats Phoebe's hand on his arm, giving her a side glance and a reassuring smile. He then nods to Donna, chuckling. "You may be right, I may need to attempt other methods if I want to take him down a peg or six. It's the solemn little brother duty, after all." Vorpal's comment gets a self-deprecating shrug. "Brains are good enough for some of us," he says lightly. Not that he's particularly unattractive himself, but... you know, when you're comparing yourself to Dick Grayson as the standard? He's not ignoring or avoiding Cassie, exactly. He just doesn't feel like getting tossed off the roof if she gets in a mood.

Kate Bishop has posed:
Kate focuses on Cassie since Diana is understandably busy being a princess, they will just waylay her to the Tower later for all the talking and geeking out fangirling and all that later right.

"You are awful.. like.. to the bottom of the naming thing.. gods Cassie." she grins though and sips her own drink and then nods "And I know I am awesome, best archer like ever." maybe it is the booze talking, but someone is feeling very confident right now. "Also yes you did, I still want to go to Amazon-School and see how I compare against the instructor though." probably will get her clock cleaned, but it will be a learning experience right.

"Who is that?" referencing Tim and then nudging Cassie "Introduce me." she notes and starts to walk towards Tim since well, Cassie said she was going to say hello right. Her turn to drag Cassie along.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"Hurtful!" Dick laughs as Donna comments on his attention span, or lack thereof. He winks back and gives Nadia a polite wave as he looks to Phoebe, "It's all right. No harm, no foul." Dick gives a warm smile and nods, "Good, glad to see you two working towards that. Not too many get the breaks that some luck into after horrible luck to begin with." He nods, "If you need /any/ help with that program, you let me know. If I can't provide it I'll find someone who can."

Tim gets a raised brow, "Just remember that if a prank or trolling war starts, it does not end well." Cassie and Hawkeye each get a nod in greeting as they approach the knot of Gothamites.

T'Challa has posed:
T'Challa inclines his head towards Diana. "Then whichever sport it is, I would be honored to accompany you," he tells her. "I'll be in contact to arrange a day for it," he offers. "And I will definitely let Shuri know you were asking of her," he adds.

The Wakandan's attention goes back to Gar to comment, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Logan. I hope you enjoy the rest of the festivities tonight," he offers as Okoye walks over to quietly inform him of someone else, a diplomat, looking to speak with T'Challa.

Before he goes, he tells Kara, "I think there is much to be said for the choice of print journalism. I wish you well in your studies, Miss Danvers. The world needs more reputable reporters who will focus on truth over sensationalism." Perhaps he's assuming, or just reading something of her character, to think she would qualify there.

"If you'll pardon me, I see the Ambassador from Iceland trying to get my attention. Your Highness," he says to Diana, a slightly larger smile as he uses her title before moving off through the crowd.

Nick Lytton has posed:
    "Also, what is it with Beast Boy and cats?" Nick asks facetiously, grinning.  "I mean, he was with that new Titan earlier and now look."
    He raises an eyebrow at Terry's suggestion of an after-hours meeting.  "I think I'd like that," he says, and *>clink<*s his coffee against Terry's wine glass.

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan gives T'Challa a slight bow, better than a curtsy. "Nice to meet you too, sir. Tell Shuri I said hi? She was nice when we met a little while back."

He /finally/ takes notice of the kithotaur, and how in the world did he miss Ferdinand before now? People in the way? "Whoa, neat."

The moment is interrupted by something Diana says, and he visibly tugs at the neck of his shirt while making a face. "Ahh, Princess..I'm not exactly sure what customs you Amazons have, but over here? /Nobody/ likes socks for Christmas, or their birthdays. Same goes for ties and underwear. It's just not, you know, /cool/ enough."

On that note, he begins to look around, picking out Terry.

Donna Troy has posed:
    Donna nods her head to Siobhan in answer to her question, and whispers "Don't you be intimidated by royalty though, It's all for show really. My mom's a queen and believe me, beneath their crowns these royal types are just the same as everyone else."

    She gives a broad grin to Tim. "Oh I feel you. I've got a big sister who gets people so overawed some of them even /faint/ when they meet her. It's gone to her head, I tell you. Make it eight pegs!"

    Donna backs away from the group slightly to make room for Kate and Cassie to move in, and takes the opportunity to give T'Challa and his entourage another salute on their way out.

Kara Danvers has posed:
Kara dips her head and smiles with wide eyes over to Terry and mouths 'Oh My Goddess' to him as T'Challa leaves. She smiles and dips her head to Ferdinand too, "Until next time." She starts to circulate some more, chatting with other guests. But eventually she must call it a night and return to her foster family, those that sacrifice their life to pretend to be her parents. They are nice people, they are slowly becoming friends too.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Thank you. I haven't done much work with them in a while... something elsewise came up. Focus on some other issues... homelessness... fire safety in the Narrows, the whole place is so dangerous, and the shanty downs there are absolutely bonkers for any sort of patrolling and safety and --" she pauses, and glances to Tim, and winces.

    "Sorry... guess my nerves are getting the better of me. Not always great in a crowd." she explains in embarrassment, and she stumbles over herself a moment, looking to Donna as she launches in her complaint about Diana with a wane smile, and then breathes out.

    "I... I should probably head home. It's still a school night, and I know I have to move more stuff between rooms." she states gently, and gives a sidelong look to Tim. "You going to be all right? Or are you going to be defenstrated off the roof?"

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Well, I'm sure there'll be some martial contests and stuff when we go," Cassie reassures her bow-happy friend. "Plenty of chances for you to show off your stuff, the Amazons are big on that, like, tournaments and trials and all those kinda things. You just have to survive until fall, then you can do all the archery while backflipping through flaming hoops you want!"

Then Kate points out Tim as well. "Oh he's just, uh, an old friend of mine," she explains, with an over-exaggerated bit of circular hand waving that suggests more to the story that she's not able - willing? who knows! - to share in whatever this current mess of company counts as. "I guess we oughta go say hi, yeah. C'mon." For whatever reason, she slugs back the last of her drink before they head over.

"Enjoying the party?" she wonders, strolling up all casual-like, despite a slight wobble step in her heeled sandal. SHE DOES NOT USUALLY DO HEELS. "Do you guys know Hawkeye? Well, this is Hawkeye. Hawkeye, these are... some of my friends. Tim, Phoebe. Tim and me go way back I guess you could say, and Phoebe's kinda joined-" Well, maybe she'll leave that for her to explain! "Uh and you've probably seen Dick on TMZ enough that no introduction is necessary!"

Terry O'Neil has posed:
"Oh, I look forward to it!" Terry clinks with Nick, like your regular Sadie Doyle, "I am sure you have a lot to teach me." He didn't know much about glass artwork, after all. "You know... I know you like abstract, but have you thought about doing a life-sized figurative? I bet you would do great work if you had a model to pose for you? We should talk about this. I've got a lot of ideas," he taps his temple. He did, after all, use to manage social media for some people before he got into the gig at the Planet. He is, also, completely oblivious of how Nick may interpret his words.

"Troia likes to talk her mom down a lot," he says to Siobhan, "But it's still pretty impressive that her mom is someone who fought Herakles and all that."

Tim Drake has posed:
Tim reaches out to offer his hand to Hawkeye to shake. "Tim Drake-Wayne." He glances to Cassie, and says with a deprecating grin. "Wondergirl saved my ass a couple years ago, you know how it goes, so I tend to try and keep myself in her eyeline just in case something dastardly befalls again." It's as good of an explanation as any without outing his own nocturnal activities. "So far, it seems to work, as I'm in one piece. I blame excellent Amazonian reflexes and a warm, caring heart." He pauses. "And a completely calm and even temper."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe, with her arm entwined with Tim's, gives a bright smile to Cassie. "I've recently joined some philosophy practicums in the Embassy, I can typically be found snooping around their library. Have you been? /So/ many books!" the dark-haired girl states, her dark eyes glancing over to Tim, giving him a completely amused expression, and she gives a small smile over to Cassie and to Hawkeye, and she gives a nod to the archer.

    "How do you do? Phoebe Beacon, Gotham Hope blog. Nice to meet you!"

Donna Troy has posed:
    "Don't you listen to him," Donna tells Nick. "He's just looking for an excuse to do some nude modelling. Seriously. I'm a photographer, and we have a guy who's an artist, and he keeps bugging the pair of us too. He's terrible." The war never ends. "On the other hand, our budget could perhaps stretch to piece for the lobby, maybe an abstract interpretation of the tower? Give us a call some time and we'll work something out."

    Donna gives a quick shoulder squeeze to Cassie and Kate as she makes room for them, and wanders over to find Gar. "Hey greenie, enjoying the party?" she asks. She gives Ferdinand a broad smile. "Well you made everyone's stomachs happy, big man. Have you been terrorizing Garfield with tales of your fearsome home? It's a lovely island. Such serene beaches, such pleasant little fishing villages, with all those delightful tavernas."

    Ferdinand huffs.

Nick Lytton has posed:
    Nick finishes his Irish coffee and absently ties a knot in the stem of the traditional pedestal glass.  "Abstract is easier, I just have to pull something out of my mind... and if you ask Ginny at the studio, 'out of my mind' is where I spend most of my time."
    He grins at Donna -- he's an artist, he knows -- and waggles an eyebrow at Terry.  "Hey, maybe all I need is the right inspiration for figural work, right?"

Dick Grayson has posed:
Dick nods to Cassie and Hawkeye, "Hey, glad to meet you two. You can call me Dick," he smiles and extends a hand in greeting. "Hope you two are having fun here? Also glad to meet more people that know Tim. Though hopefully only about good things!" He nudges his little brother, "So what's the news about town?"

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Yep, that's me, saving all the people!" Cassie boasts agreeeably with Tim's manufactured version of their meeting & subsequent acquaintance, grinning a little over-much. "Rich dudes especially," she adds, as a faux 'sly aside' to Kate.

"Although in all seriousness someone doing the whole 'haha I am a villain crashing your party' thing -here- would be about the stupidest thing ever in the history of dumb villain stuff, which is already pretty long. There's only me and Troia, plus a dozen or so other Amazons on staff, Ferdinand the giant bull-dude, and oh yeah, _Wonder Woman_ just hanging out." Beat. "And that's not even including the guest list. I can tell you this -Mr. Drake-, you are quite safe under our watchful gaze!!"

Manner somewhat over-exaggerated, intentionally or as a result of a champagne too many, she bumps back against Donna playfully as she passes, sways a little, and then grins at Phoebe. "The books? Eh, I guess. I'm more of a practical Amazon, myself, but my mom loves them." The fearsome mother Sandsmark is here SOMEWHERE in fact, though perhaps blessledly being kept distracted from her daughter's wild shenanigans.

Gar Logan has posed:
Distracted, Gar is, as Donna approaches. "Huh? Oh, ah, yeah. Lots of fun so far," he answers, dropping his voice as he shifts out of conversational range of those he'd just been around. T'Challa is dealing with someone else, Diana has no shortage of people vying for her attention, and there's so much more going on. He's barely even had a chance to snack on anything yet!

Ferdinand, for whatever reason, is given a more wide berth from the Titan. "We didn't actually talk about anything," he explains to Donna, but his eyes are more squarely on Terry and Nick. What /are/ they discussing?

Kate Bishop has posed:
"Flaming hoops?" is queried before they get to the others.

She smiles to Tim and Phoebe now and steps a bit closer. "Another Wayne." she notes with a smile, which well she is suddenly worried about her own identity, enough to miss Cassie's near stumble there. I mean the Bishops and the Wayne's do end up at the same parties sometimes after all. Also Grayson there. Crud.

She still keeps the smile up, so polite and formal dinner party. "Cassie is pretty much the best, glad she was able to pull you out of the fire Tim.. is Tim okay?" then she pivots to look to Phoebe. "Nic eto meet you Phoebe, what is your blog about.. it sounds like something Gotham sounds like it definitely needs more of if I am honest. The city seems so.. gritty...." she nods finally to Dick. "Nice to meet you too Dick..." she looks to Cassie. "Saving Rich Dudes is useful... it lets you keep track of them so you know where to shake them upside down to setup excellent charities like the one Diana announced tonight.... also Cassie is right, safest place in the city I imagine this evening."

She smiles after Donna when she heads away to find Gar.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry glances at Donna, "Pleeease, if there's anyone who couldn't keep their clothes on, it's the ancients. So many nude people all over the marbles," Terry fires back with a smile. As an only child, he never had that older sister interaction some kids had, but bizarrely enough it seems to come naturally to him when talking to Donna. "Just ask Cassie, I'm pretty sure she had to restrain Donna from walking out in the altogether for the ceremony, clad in nothing but the moon."

He peers at Nick, one eyebrow raising in thought. "Hm. You know, I'm sure that with the right inspiration, your inspiration could spark just like that," he snaps his fingers. "You're right. I'm sure I can help."

No clue. Whatsoever.

Tim Drake has posed:
"Tim's fine," he assures Hawkeye. He side eyes Cassie, flashing her one of the bright sorts of smiles only a vapid rich kid might be able to manage, equal parts obliviousness and amusement. "And I am quite happy to be somewhere quite so safe, Ms. Wondergirl, it does wonders for the soul. As I'm quite sure the new Art Center will do, as well." Pheobe's insistence she has classes gets a nod from Tim. "Do you want me to walk you out?" he asks with a lift of a brow. "I'm probably cutting mine tomorrow," he admits quietly. "I figure I'll be up too late to stay awake, after all. Hard to function without a good night's sleep." Which he probably hasn't actually had one of those in months, but nevermind facts getting in the way of good cover fiction.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Yes, but I still go to a public school. They don't exactly get to be understanding of such events." Phoebe gives a grin to Tim. "If you want, I'll shoot you a text when I get home, if you're going to worry."

    Well, it seems safe that Tim is not going to get thrown off a roof, so Phoebe unloops her arm from his.

    "No, no, I know my way out and ot the subway. I'll be fine, not the first time coming out here on my own. Thank you for being my escort tonight. I don't think I would have had the chance to be so sociable." she states to the younger Wayne boy, then looks to the others and gives a nod. "It was a pleasure to meet your acquaintence -- and it's always good to see you Cassie. We should try to spar again. Maybe this time, without me hitting the second story?" she jokes, and with her eyes lingering on Tim for just a moment more, she turns to make her way back down to the Embassy main level.

Dick Grayson has posed:
"This is why I avoid 8 o'clocks," Dick notes as classes are brought up, "Work smarter, not harder," he grins. Also early classes are not great when you have a night job. He does grin at the interaction of Tim with the others. "Though I do hope trouble stays away. It is nice to go out on the town and not have to wonder what disaster will be plastered across the front page."

Cassie Sandsmark has posed:
"Didn't we mention the flaming hoops before? I'm pretty sure we discussed the flaming hoops." It's in the pamphlet, she swears!

"Oh, the Waynes are well known for their charitable activities, I'm sure holding them upside down and shaking them would hardly ever be necessary," Cassie jokes back at Kate's suggestion, albeit with a slightly more literal implication to the whole thing. She could probably hold a couple Waynes upside down to shake for money simultaneously! "I'm sure both the Wonder Foundation and Art Center will have all kinds of ongoing fundraising stuff going on if you ever run out of places to put your money, though!"

However, all of this friendly banter is suddenly undercut with near record-scratch effect as she catches just a little bit of side conversation. Side conversation about her restraining a naked Donna?! She spins around. "Wait, I did what? Terry what are you telling these people about me! Pheebs I'll catch you later, I gotta- these people are besmirching my name!" And with that she starts stalking over back that way!

Nick Lytton has posed:
    "Ooo.  I haven't thought about doing a series on Greek myth... uh, classical Greece," Nick muses, correcting himself awkwardly.  I mean, it's hard to say 'myth' when you have some very non-mythical individuals floating around.  Evem so, it sounds like the inspiration bug has at least gotten a nibble in.
    He glances briefly towards Ferdinand, then back at Terry, and then realizes someone has to ask the bull-man if *he* wants to pose and Nick's zarking well not going to do it, and thus puts a Theseus scene out of his head once and for all.
    Instead he sizes up Terry, and nods.  "I bet you could be very inspiring."

Kate Bishop has posed:
Is... about to be abandoned because Terry did something. That does not surprise her what so ever.

She smiles to the Waynes and Phoebe "It was really nice meeting you all, sure we will sometime again." and then it is time to retreat before she reminds one of them of Kate Bishop. At least that is her worry. She has no idea Grayson already knows, the scoundrel.

She doesn't follow Cassie this time though, she heads to get more food and another drink. She has been doing all talking no eating and she is about to eat a horse, just not a centaur.

Gar Logan has posed:
Gar Logan shows up next to Terry and Nick, on Terry's side. "Inspiring? Oh, he is, for a few different reasons," he says, putting on an innocent enough way about him.

A stage-whisper follows, mostly for Terry but by way of it being a stage-whisper, it's really for Nick. "So who's your new friend? I thought you were going around doing a story on all of this." Brow-raise.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry blinks, suddenly there is a Gar by him. Asking questions. "Wha- oh, Gar, this is Nick Lytton. I got him hooked up with Lois. We were talking about modeling for-"

And then Cassie turns her attention on him. "Oh dear. We weren't talking about. It was just a..."

And then for a few seconds, the words Nick has issued become a little clearer. He turns to the artist with wide eyes and says "... inspiring... like...?" he waves his hands, in a vague gesture of confusion and helplessness.

Nick Lytton has posed:
    Nick greets Beast Boy with a friendly nod of the head.  "Pleased to meet you," he says easily, then adds, "Say, where'd your friend go, the other Titan?"
    Okay, maybe that last was said just a *little* pointedly.  But not in an unfriendly way.
    He grins at Terry.  "Well, I think you'd be a good model.  Or at least good company."  It's his turn to be oblivious now; he just assumes that Beast Boy, being a superhero, is a naturally overprotective sort, especially of non-supers.

Gar Logan has posed:
Funny thing, Gar /has/ been rather protective of Terry in some ways. To wit: that time recently in the museum.

"Nick, is it? Oh, I'm sure he's around somewhere, getting into trouble or needing someone to bail him out of it," Gar answers, squinting at Terry. Something like this, he probably should have figured would happen with Vorpal around, but Terry? Eyes take in both of them at the 'good model' bit, then again at 'good company.'

How to handle this? Some already saw Vorpal, who was dressed completely differently, steal a kiss of a green cheek earlier. Most of them don't know what's really going on, though.

Nick Lytton has posed:
    "The hazards of your job, I suppose," Nick says to Gar's explanation of Vorpal's absence.  It *is* perfectly plausible, after all.
    He moves a little closer to Terry; if at all possible, between Terry and Gar.  "Tell you what," he offers the redhead, "I know a little coffeehouse not far from here...."
    Yeah, oblivious.

Terry O'Neil has posed:
Terry's eyes suddenly grow wide, and the threads of conversation suddenly come together. Suggestive speech, body language, everything converges into the forge of Terry's awareness, and a shape finally coalesces.

Congratulations, Terry O'Neil has finally gotten a clue!

"Oh." He says. And then, a slight bit higher, ".... Oh! Well. Um. I."

What does he say? I am sorry, but I happen to be dating Beast Boy in my secret identity? "That's... very flattering..." Wait. No. That is the wrong thing to say. What is the right thing to say? He glances quickly from Gar to Nick, and back to Gar.

Just as he is about to open his mouth again, no doubt to change feet, a loud ringing comes out of his breast pocket.

"My phone!" He says, like one recognizing the duclet tones of salvation and deliverance coming from an open sky, "I- I need to take this, it's probably Lois. I'll be right back!"

He grabs for his phone and beelines for the stairs. The courtyard below is a great place to hide and hyperventilate, right?

Gar Logan has posed:
Or go change back to Vorpal and forget about the story he could already write anyway.

Standing there after Terry's shown sprinter speed out of nowhere, Gar just gives Nick a closer stare, squinting at him. Without a word, he points to his eyes with a pair of fingers, then points at Nick with just the index finger.

If he knew the first thing about what Nick could do, he might have something specific to suggest, whether plausible or not. Instead, he just says, "Gotta go find my date."

Time to go searching.

Nick Lytton has posed:
    Nick doesn't really register what Beast Boy mimes -- he just looks kind of deflated.  He'd rather have had a flat no than a dash for the door.
    "Well... hell."

Donna Troy has posed:
    The party is thinning out and as the evening has worn it, it has devolved into small groups of the most dedicated party-goers wander the roof together, or stand around chatting, , such as the one where Nick, Terry and Gar hover in haunted, confused suspicion. As they speak and size each other up, one of the other small groups walks past - Donna and Ferdinand.

    Donna appears to be recounting some anecdote to Ferdinand. As they pass the other group, the conversation hoves briefly into earshot, just in time for them to hear Ferdinand, in his rumbling voice, say a touch too loudly, "Wait, so she... no! The wrong swan?". Heavy bovine eyelids blink slowly. "TWICE?" he bellows, and bursts out into peals of thunderous laughter that echo into the New York night.