3739/Hey, ARTHUR!

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Hey, ARTHUR!
Date of Scene: 08 October 2020
Location: Hall of Justice - New Troy
Synopsis: Arthur is throwing pencils into the ceiling and watching basketball. Diana questions him on his life choices.
Cast of Characters: Arthur Curry, Diana Prince




Arthur Curry has posed:
    The pencil makes a thwok sound when it impales itself into the ceiling tile. It sticks there, hanging there with the 19 other pencils that met the same fate. They were collector's edition pencils from the official Justice League line of Back to School gear that was on sale at your local S-Mart, merchandising that assuredly couldn't go awry. And yet...
    Those twenty pencils dangled from the ceiling above the bank of computers, lending a certain scholastic vibe to the control room and the monitoring station, though it doesn't match the rather sterile and austere decor style of the computer room. Yet it somehow fits the man who is there, slouched in one of the half-circle back support seats made for monitor duty. Settled in that seat, legs up on the console. The big monitor display showing the local Gotham Knights basketball game, Arthur Curry was taking his leisure and protecting the world all in one go.
    Though right now he's mainly eyeballing the empty pencil case in his hand and tells it out loud, "Limited edition. Neat." Then tosses that toward the trash can nearby if not the ceiling. To be fair he isn't slacking off entirely, one of the sub-monitors does show the 'trouble alert'. It's just much much smaller than the basketball game.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana had come to the Hall of Justice today for a number of public events. Both in the library, and in the museum. She'd held a meet and greet in the main hall too where the public gathers and wanders through the offered locations at the facility's main level.

With those events out of the way now, Diana's made her way into the private areas of the Hall, the areas beneath the main floor. It's there that she finds Arthur, and upon stepping in to the room her eyes look up to see the pencils in the ceiling.

"I would say I'm surprised by this." Diana starts to speak, her eyes dropping down to the main at the console. "But really I am just surprised schools still use pencils at all." She adds with a small smirk.

"How are you, Arthur? Beyond, obviously bored." Diana asks, as she strolls to a chair aside his. She's wearing her Eagle Armor,but it's mostly covered up by a blue shawl that hangs down toward her waist, leaving her upper body concealed beneath the dark blue fabric.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Not bored," Arthur says as he turns in his seat, his heavy work boots set upon the console unmoving even as he twists. He cocks an eyebrow at her, beard today braided rather elaborately like some ornate bond to symbolize some deep philosophical aspect of the man himself. Wearing just canvas shorts and a loose olive green shirt, he seems at ease for the moment with himself and with the job.
    "Basketball game isn't bad." He offers with a nod, then his amber eyes settle on her, giving her the once over. "All armored up for a reason? Big date tonight?" He asks, smirking to himself as he turns back toward the console again.
    But she knows him well enough at this point, if he's sharp and prickly and taking swipes at people, chances are something is bugging him and he's worried.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's eyes glance upward, her neck muscles tightening as she has to look directly up now from her perched position on the edge of the other chair. "The evidence would suggest otherwise." She states, her eyes coming back down to offer the man a lopsided smile. She glances toward the display screen then, studying the basketball for a moment, though it's never been a sport she paid much heed to-- not enough swords involved for her taste --so her stare drifts back to him.

"Mm?" She replies about the question of the date, then briefs a glance down at herself, then back up at him. A larger smile graces her lips and she shakes her head. "No no, a public event day upstairs. It is nice to wear this for those, as the people enjoy those pictures to take with them. The 'iconic' look, as they say." Her smoky voice is quiet and relaxed.

She tilts her head at him then. "What of you?" She asks. "If you are not bored, then I am guessing you have been keeping busy, but with what? I have not seen you since the..." She draws in a breath. "Underwater exploration, and fight." She states with a smile and a light exhale.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Iconic. Is that what we are today?" He asks sidelong over his shoulder, but then his brow knits and he seems to realize he's being a bit of a jerk, so he takes a deep breath and holds it, then slooowly releases it and murmurs.
    "Yah, keeping a little busy." He says, his tone a little more even keel as he then sits up and lowers his boots to the floor with a slight klop-klomp. Turning in that seat he meets her gaze, then gives her a once over again, as if checking how she's dressed. A nod is given to some silent commentary that likely flits through his thoughts before he replies.
    "That was sorta what I was working on. I took the statue to a friend in SHIELD. Figured she'd want to let her people take a look. But she did me a solid, instead suggested we go to a friend of hers, turns out the statue is some weird like..."
    Those golden eyes slip away, then back as he murmurs, "Some sort of magical message board. Old entries recorded from sorcerers through the ages, all speaking crazy junk."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana is used to people eying her, she doesn't really pay it any heed, as she's used to Arthur and she knows him doing it likely means he's searching for something to add to the conversation, like looking for any weapons on her person, or any sign of evidence suggesting she's been up to something today, like fighting or the like.

She just smirks at him in fact, before she lets the expression fade as he rolls in to explaining the relic pulled from the ocean.

"I see." She says. "That... could have all manner of valuable information on it, if the messages held within it could be translated." Which of course leads to her tilting her head ever so slightly to the right. "Have... they? Been translated that is." She inquires further.

"I would think that whatever information is stored on it, would be of great value to SHIELD alone, to attempt to garner from it though." She softly adds, her hands upon her lap over the fabric of the blue garment she wears over her armor.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Well," Arthur says as he leans over and then taps a button on the console, which causes the basketball game to freeze in mid-motion, one of the players taking a pass and setting up a shot in his black and silver uniform.
    "Some of it I couldn't translate, my ancient Atlantean is rusty. The finger-wiggler that was there, she was able to translate some other stuff. But all of it was..." His eyes slip to the side as he looks at her seated a bit away from him and shakes his head as his eyes lower. "Pretty out there. Sounded like..." Another pause, another searching glance to the side, "Like you ever go to a snake-handler religious service thing?"
    Which, to be fair he doesn't seem to think it's likely she would have so he starts explaining, "It's this thing where people go and they handle snakes and it's sort of a show of faith and some of them, they speak in tongues afterward, it sort of sounded like that. Filled with faith and fanatacism and... I dunno, madness."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana softly nod sher head to the words he offers. "I could look in to it, if you would like. My people have a number of ancient languages in our libraries. I... in fact, recall looking at things related to Atlantis, when I was a little girl." She shows a hint of a smile. "It was one of the stories I enjoyed to pester the scholars on Themyscira about. The wonderment of other civilizations, especially the fantastical ones, appeal a lot to a child's mind, you know. And this is coming from someone who grew up on an island hidden by a mystical barrier." She cracks a faint grin then.

On the comparison to the snake handlers, Diana tilts her head for a second again. "Do they not also drug the snakes too?" She asks. "I believe I have heard that before. That most of those handlers are really not that well trained at the job, and help get around it by giving the animals a ... dizzying amount of ... well ... influential smokes." She dances around the true term=, but then just shakes her head.

"I understand what you are saying though." She pauses and takes another breath. "What is your next step with this then? I assume it does not involve pencils..."

Arthur Curry has posed:
    A small snort comes from him as she mentions herself as a child and he shakes his head, eying her sidelong as if trying to imagine her so then shaking his head again with a smirk. "Maybe, I've got this one expert on languages looking into it and if she needs more info then sure. Right now she's holding it, but we were able to figure out it's not putting off like a... signal or anything, so it shouldn't be dangerous for her to have it."
    That said he shifts his weight to the other side in the chair, pulling his leg up into his lap and tilting his head a little crookedly, "You know, I dunno. I went to one when I was a lil munchkin, and it was a trip. But honestly I couldn't tell you too much about it. I mainly remember being all, 'Oh shit a snake!' than anything else."
    But then at the mention of pencils he snorts and says, "I dunno. Gonna call back the finger-wiggler tomorrow and check in. Other than that. Maybe ask that Agent May out. She seems kinda cool."

Diana Prince has posed:
As Arthur speaks, a referee in the basketball game on the television blows the whistle which draws Diana's eyes toward the screen. She watches the players all bunched up underneath one of the baskets getting up in each other's faces, in one of those rarer moments of basketball angry maybe-fights! But of course they don't fight, it's not hockey after all.

Diana looks back to him then and softly laughs at his date comment. "I hope that goes well." She says. "I have not met her, but if you are a fan of her then I am sure that I would be as well. My interactions with SHIELD have been limited at most. I... should change that. I have just not yet had a good reason to do so. They are a curious agency, one with an admittedly uncomfortable level of authority. But, from all visible angles, they seem to be using that power with responsible intentions. That much I can admire, though I do hope it remains as such, otherwise, well... yes." She doesn't elaborate further than that.

She looks back to the television then, as the ball is being thrown around more. "which of these teams are you rooting for?" She then asks, idle curiosity. "The silver one?"

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Ehn, you know me." Arthur says, and it's true, she does. Better than most any others on the team except perhaps Oliver since those two are famous 'bros'. "I don't get along with government types, most of them are chuckleheads who need new careers."
    He looks to the side and then waves a hand, "And yeah, SHIELD has the potential to be some big horrible craziness, but she actually sorta turned my thoughts around a little when she suggested we go talk to a friend of hers than turn the statue over to their magic division. She did me a solid, so surprised me in a way."
    But that said he then looks back over his shoulder at the television and waves a hand, "Neither. Maine doesn't have any basketball teams. I sort of watch these imagining that secretly Batman is a huge Gotham Knights fan and I enjoy his imagined pain and disappointment when they lose."
    He smirks.

Diana Prince has posed:
"Their 'magic division'." Diana repeats, taking her eyes off of the game to return it to him. "That alone is an element of what I mean. I have heard of them, I know that SHIELD is acquiring dangerous artifacts of magical powers. There is an unsettling angle toward the notion that an agency is in possession of such things. It seems... like a grave risk, to gather the world's most powerful items, and place them into the hands of an agency that could easily face corruption at some point in its existence."

"But, hopefully that does not happen. Perhaps I am just a bit cynical of late." The following words about the basketball teams in relation to Batman make Diana openly laugh, a melodic sound that she cuts off fairly quickly. "I... haven't spoken to him in awhile. I would like to change that, but he is a challenging one to find a free moment with, as I am sure you know."

She looks back over to Arthur and is about to speak again when a pencil suddenly drops from above, right past her shoulder, and lands in her hand. She'd reached out to grab it, catch it, and hold it. Her reflexes are quite good after all.

"Mm..." Diana raises the pencil up and looks at the side of it. "Limited edition, and you use them as such? Shame, shame, Arthur." Diana states with a smirk up at him, as she starts to rise back to her feet.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Well really, who should have them, Diana?" Arthur straightens up and uncurls a hand as he gestures toward her. "You open that can of worms and it becomes a mess. Should we? Then basically we become a ruling class, right? Oh we're the Justice League, we know what's best. I can't say I'd get behind that. Maybe if it became a clear and present danger, starring a Baldwin brother or whatever. Or was that Harrison Ford?" He pauses for a moment, then shakes his head.
    "But anyways, if it became an existential like thing, then... maybe we should have control of the dangerous things. But I dunno. Like I sort of agree in some ways with what Luthor says when he starts talking about liberty and self-determination, even if the guy is a maniacal asshole."
    A breath is taken as he looks down and starts picking at the arm of the chair he's sitting on, pulling at the small threads and tendrils of stuffing from that arm rest.
    But then the topic moves back to Batman and he snorts a little, "Guy does a good job, doesn't mean I wanna hang out with him." The pencil then falls, and he sort of smirks at her display of casual control.
    "Hey, nothing but the best for me." Limited edition indeed.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana, back on her wedge-heeled booted feet, keeps ehr eyes down o nthe pencil as she rolls it over in her fingertips. She then glances over at Arthur once more. "It is a good debate, such a thing." She speaks on the subject of who should have those items that SHIELD seems to be gathering up. "One that could have many possible answers, but none that ever please everyone. My concern, is that the discussion would not be had at all. Which, I do not think it has been." She frowns for just a moment before she glances upward again, and twirls the pencil in her fingers, then tosses it up to the ceiling where it sinks back in to the soft tile, sticking firmly in again, amongst its brethren.

Her eyes go back to Arthur, with an expression of restrained amusement visible. "If I see Batman, I will be sure to pay him your compliment, and your deep desire to spend more time with him. Maybe he will invite you to a game." She states, her gaze going back to the basketball on television.

"Please, keep me informed on this artifact and what all is developing because of it?" She asks then. "I am intrigued by all of this, I would be happy to help with it more as well"

Arthur Curry has posed:
    A smirk lights his features as he looks up at the pencil, then gives her a nod. "Sure, tell him word for word." He not skeered. But then he turns back around in the chair, keying the volume back up as he says over his shoulder.
    "Take care of yourself, Diana. See you later."