4092/BEHOLD! My League Stuff!

BEHOLD! My League Stuff!
Date of Scene:	10 November 2020
Location:	Hall of Justice - New Troy
Synopsis:	Koriand'r comes to visit the Justice League and Zatanna is super mean to her.
Cast of Characters:	Arthur Curry, Diana Prince, John Constantine, Koriand'r, Zatanna Zatara

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Arthur Curry has posed:
    If there was one thing that was shown to be needed in the events of the last several months when the world was so endangered, one thing that came to prominence during the madness of global invasion and the disasters that were wrought... it was that communication was key. Between the warriors who chose Earth as their home and those who sought to protect it from those beyond. Beings of shared interest and focus who came together in the needed hour to defend as they could and thankfully were victorious.
    Yet it proved that even though they were successful, improvements could be made. Especially since the Justice League had returned from its defunct state and gained some prominence once again with Superman's return and the members once again gathering at times in the Hall of Justice. So it had been stated by several members of the league when in the presence of the Titans that it would be good for them to take some time and help familiarize each other with how things were done.
    Which is why Arthur is there on the first floor of the Hall of Justice. Actually wearing clothes that have... sleeves. And collars. And have been pressed recently. Madness.
    "People wear these things all day?" He murmurs with a grimace, the tall bearded man runs a finger along the collar and grimaces as he shifts his weight to the other foot. His hands are deep in the pockets of his tan chinos and his grey buttoned down shirt with an actual blue tie... unknotted for now, lend him a certain look. If one were cruel they might say it'd be as a Blockbuster Video Employee circa '92. If not it might be somewhat... passable.
    He glanced to the side at Diana and murmurs, "You ever work with these Titan people?"

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana is wearing casual clothing, because she was playing a trick on Arthur and wanted him to dress nicely. She's wearing a pair of black leather pants, a white sweater that clings to her form and a light jacket. Her hair is tied back into a single braided ponytail, with a pair of black framed glasses worn on over her eyes. Her red-painted lips curve up in to a smile at Arthur. "People sometimes like to look presnetable, especially for important dignitaries from other societies. Other worlds, Arthur."

Diana had been greeting many people in the Hall of Justice tonight, always happy to interact with the public. She pauses a moment to look back to him and smiles once more at him. "Yes, the Titans are a beacon of what the future likely holds for super hero culture. They are the youth, the next phase of heroic individuals that will assuredly be the guiding light for justice around the world in years yet to come."

John Constantine has posed:
Contrary to Diana and Arthur's relatively professional attire, John Constantine looks like he just rolled out of bed. The sallow-faced Brit slouches along with a laconic sort of unhurry despite clearly going From Somewhere to Somewhere Else. A coffee cup that reads "Ferris Airlines" smells strongly of coffee and whisky and looks like it was purloined from the break room used by the League's members.

He comes up a bit short and blinks owlishly at Diana and Arthur. "Blimey, the 'ell are you two dressed up for then?" he inquires. His free hand digs out a pack of cigarettes and one's drawn forth from the pack on his lips; a little shuffling produces a lighter and he stokes the tobacco ash to a cherry red before exhaling around the cigarette. "Some fancy to-do then, eh?"

Koriand'r has posed:
    One guiding light incoming! Straight from the foyer and into the promenade is a young, athletic Tamaranean that hovers several feet off the ground with the same grace and agile percision that a fish can navigate water with. Like the dignitaries she is coming to greet, she has her own flavor of what formal means: battle-ready. The sleek purple suit she wears is form-fitting to her orange flesh, squeezing in a modest bust line against her torso in fabric that can only be called 'poured on', a utility belt that bears a large gem that matches the color of her eyes, and briefs that leave the thick of her thighs and exposed all the way down to knee-high boots.
    Battle-ready.
    She comes bearing several boxes in her arms that are stacked, quite honestly, higher than what she can possibly see over, and yet when she is several feet away from the people that suspects are the ones waiting for her, her feet delicately touch the ground and she meanders toward the nearest decorative table along the wall to settle them all down.
    Notably, they bear the noble logo of Pizza Hut.
    "Greetings, potential new friends," the firey-haired Tamaranean greets them, stepping toward them with her hands stretched to either side of herself, moving toward the ritual of first introductions. "I am called Koriand'r. Not the herb coriander, but like it. I have brought an offering with me, since I believe this is how most prosperous meetings occur. Over food. It does contain the herb, I believe! I would have preferred to have brought my /favorite/ treat, the seedy pudding of yunthrak! But since I have not the access to the yunthrak plant, please accept my second favorite: pizza."
    She beams them all with a smile so winsome that the sun outside might be just a teensy bit jealous.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Sidelong towards Diana, Arthur informs her without looking at her, "In Atlantis formal wear still is comfortable." And also elegant, though his lip curves up on the other side of his face just so that Diana can't see the half-smirk. But then she offers her insight into the Titans as a team and he nods along, one hand sliding out of his pocket to stroke the lines of his braided beard, his long hair tied back in a neat pony tail. Presentable, in a way, though with that aging hipster vibe one might see out in the wild.
    Still. The man has an element of the barbarian to him even with the clothes of civilization about him.
    Only for Constantine to show up and that causes the half-Atlantean to give Diana and /admonishing/ look. "If he doesn't have to wear a tie, I don't either." And as quick as that the tie is pulled off and slithers free of the collar...
    Just in time for Koriand'r to make her appearance.
    Which... has Arthur tilting his head to the side slightly as he takes in the measure of the tall orange heroine. The boxes of pizza. And then the well-wishes. Which causes him to scritch a nail against the stubble on the side of his jaw as he says sharply, "Hnh."
    And then sidelong toward John he says, "Future doesn't seem so bad now."
    Which, of course, leaves it up to Diana to make introductions.

Diana Prince has posed:
As Arthur starts to catch on to the fact that he doesn't need a tie for this meeting, Diana looks back over her shoulder at John enjoying his airline coffee. She smiles at him. "We are meeting a very important person, one that I believe you might even enjoy, sweet John." She tells him in her loving voice, a tone she shares amongst all of her League comrades in good moments like this one.

A quick glance is given to Arthur then and she watches him remove the tie. "But--" She stops as it is too late. She has to roll her eyes just a moment, as this is like trying to get young boys to dress up.

Kori's arrival is the nice change of pace to bring a smile back to Diana's lips, she steps toward the Tamaranean as she arrives with the offering of food. This gesture, is both endearing, and amusing for the Princess of Themyscira. "Koriand'r, this is delightful." She tells the other, offering her a hand to shake-- should the young Kori know of this gesture. Diana then offers to help take some of the food boxes and she motions toward where John is at a small lounge area here in the Hall's promenade. "Please do join us." Diana motions for either of the 'boys' to enjoy some pizza now, should they so desire.

She motions first to Arthur though. "This is Prince Arthur of Atlantis, often called 'Aquaman' around here." Diana pauses to whisper-loudly to Kori. "Though he is not terribly fond of that name." She then takes a second to indicate John. "And this is John Constantine, a very capable and cunning practitioner of magic, and a good friend to the Justice League."

John Constantine has posed:
John blinks a little owlishly at Aquaman when the tie gets removed and the protest lodged with it. The caffeine hasn't hit his brain's gas pedal yet apparently so it takes him a few beats to figure out that there actually *is* a reason for Arthur to be dressed up a bit.

John's mid-sip when Kori makes her angelic descent with pizzas in hand. The magus runs fingers once through his tousled blonde hair, which refuses to find any kind of consensus for a direction to lay in. He even straightens his slouching posture a little.

When Kori greets them formally his eyes flicker to Arthur-- and he adjusts the knot of his loose-hanging tie a couple of inches upwards so it's not hiding under his trenchcoat anymore.

"Yeah. I know who she is, Di," John informs the Amazon. "She's one of 'em Titans. You can call me John, love," John bids Koriand'r, and lifts his doctored coffee in a low salute. "Thanks for the pie. I woke up feeling a bit knackered. This's just the thing for a pick-me-up." He pushes open two of the boxes to examine the contents, then slaps one piece on top of another to make a crude sandwich out of it.

Koriand'r has posed:
    Koriand'r smiles obliviously to Arthur Curry when he breaks the silence, and when he looks to Diana, so too does the Tamaranean, fixing the woman up with batting green eyes, and eager disposition. In a way, it is like a cat that has realized which person has the food--if food, in this case, were the metaphor for the 'Boss Britches'. Or a handshake. Koriand'r takes Diana's hand first with one of her own, her flesh warm and hot beneath as though she'd been resting her palm on top of furnace just moments ago.
    And well. She was holding pizza boxes, but they don't get that hot!
    But that hand is soon joined with another hand, trapping Diana to the gesture as she returns an enthusiastic shake. "Yes. This is the reason why I am here. To join with you, in a way."
    As Arthur is named, Koriand'r rounds on him. In the same way Diana had thrusted her hand toward Koriand'r with such open friendship, she returns the custom. An ungloved hand is extended his way, fingers spread and ready to grasp firm. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Prince Arthur of Atlantis!" She is briefly distracted as Diana whispers that he is not fond of his callsign, and she asks curiously, eyes wide, "Why-ever not?"
    And then she is directed toward John Constantine. He is given a similar, and insistent greeting--not content, nor seeming to accept the salute of his coffee as adequate substitute. "Yes. I am one of the Teen Titans. Lovers and proveyors of justice to where it is needed! I think we will have much common ground, since we are meeting in the Halls of Justice. I have made a visit before to the gift shop. The merchandise is quite adequately priced." She says all of this directly to John, but at some point one can expect that she meant to be saying it toward them all, and simply was caught up in the idea of getting a hold of his hand at the time.
    And then, almost as if she'd forgotten, "I am most delighted to meet you, John!" She emphasizes his name, as though to make up for the fact that there is not more to be added to it afterward. "And thoroughly enthused that I have given you a much needed 'pick up'."
    That's when she rounds on Diana. "You have not introduced yourself! How would you like me to go about calling you?"

Arthur Curry has posed:
    "Arthur is fine. Aquaman. Ehn. Reporters suck." Arthur says as he quickly pockets that tie and stuffs it down before he advances towards the Tamaranean. The broad-shouldered man is tall, yet Starfire is just as tall, moreso when she's floating which causes the man to smirk a little but then perhaps to Diana's surprise he straightens up and extends a hand.
    "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Koriand'r." And if she'll accept he'll give her a handshake that is sharp and precise and business-like. Though at the end his smile returns. "If nothing else can be said, your choice in a peace offering is a good one."
    That said he then takes a step away and moves to liberate one of the boxes, pulling it open and looking for a pepperoni pizza or the like, something not too out there until he finds one that'll serve and then he takes a seat, dropping into the chair with a heavy /whumpf/ of impact, the pizza box bouncing on his knees and with him taking a bite. Chewing. Then nodding in satisfaction as he lifts the slice up as if to salute the alien princess with it, then John as well for now they imbibe mass quantities together.

Diana Prince has posed:
A warm smile is shown to John before Diana turns her eyes toward Koriand'r to watch her display of greeting the others. It makes her genuinely hold her warm smile for the young woman.

She doesn't speak up again until Koriand'r asks her for her own introduction. "Diana, of Themyscira." Is all she offers in the moment, as she doesn't feel anything further than that is necessary. "Please, just call me Diana though."

Another glance is paid to the two men with her, before Diana looks back to the Titan. "Welcome to the Hall of Justice. Like the rest of the Titans, you are welcome here any time you so desire to come by. This is... the EArth-based home of the Justice League, and a great place to gather for casual meetings such as this. We also have a base on the surface of the Moon, which the Titans are also welcome to visit."

It's no real secret that Donna Troy was a very prominent member of the Titans, and she was thought to have perished with the rest of their team in space many weeks ago, Donna being a relative of Diana's, this has been a continuing piece of drama.

John Constantine has posed:
John's hands are full and he offers no apology for it beyond a vague shrug at Koriand'r when more polite introductions are made. "The gift shop's how the League pays the bills. Me personal, I just nick a little souvenier when I'm making a detour 'ere. But tell you what-- pass me off a few quid if you've a pressing need for a bobble'ead and I'll make sure to mail out a lil' care package to the Titans. Care of the lady." He winks once at Kori.

John takes a few big bites of pizza and washes it down with a slurp of the caffeinated whisky in his (Hal's) mug. "So Art, how's the enchanted kingdom under the sea?" the magus inquires of the ruler. "Haven't been down that way in a day m'self. That lass with the tail and the purple hair, she still running around the city? Guess I should make sure she's not cross about me never writin' before you make any inquiries on my behalf," he admonishes himself a beat later.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
Zatanna never needs much of an excuse for being someplace, wizards and being on time and all of that. Also being a total lazy pile who teleports everywhere! Although as far as anyone knows, she does not in fact appear out of nowhere, but rather just comes strolling out of the doors to the interior League-only areas, and from there toward the cafe. Apparently even she is not so lazy that she can't be bothered to walk partway across the same building.

Although it is kind of a big building...

But no! Today, she fully deploys her leg-bones and the various bits connected to them, getting some old fashion exercise. Being that it is currently a day off or at least not any kind of world-shattering emergy, said leg-parts are less on display. No'krow sehtolc,' as she calls them, when she's just having down time around the Hall. Rather, well worn jeans and a fuzzy white turtleneck. It's very comfy-casual.

"Diana, Arthur! Oh- we have a guest it seems!" Is it... totally an accident that John gets left out, probably. Maybe he's blotted out by Koriand'r's glory. "You're one of Donna's friends, aren't you?"

Koriand'r has posed:
    "A bobble-head!" The word is spoken as though he was offering her a puppy with a bow on it. She clasps her hands together in front of herself and with mirth she declares, "I do not have the squids, but I would sincerely enjoy a bobble-head. I do not have a car upon which I may place it on the dashboard, but I have a desk in my room. I would keep it there."
    By that point, she's returned her attention back to Diana for the last introduction. "May I offer the same invitation in return, /Diana/?" Koriand'r asks with a hand delicately placed over the top of her own chest... and then she glances down toward that hand, inspecting the back of it, as though she'd momentarily caught something along the back of her knuckles--before her eyes flit back to Diana's! "Though I am sad into inform you that we do not possess our own gift shop. But we do have a lobby. And an entertainment system for video games." Her voice perks on those last two words. "We do possess other means to pay the bills. I have an instant gram." Her smile spreads wide across her face, literally like a downward stretched bow. It's the type of smile that makes her oh-so-very green eyes light and sparkle. It's easy to see why she might be making some bucks on Instagram. "And at other times we have organized 'marketable opportunities' as Janet van Dyne would call them."
    The hand is drawn off of her chest, and then she gestures to where the boys sit with an open palm--and in the same gesture, also the pizza. "Please. Have your pick-me-up. For no one Out-pizzas the Hut. They say so on their label."
    There is not a push off of the ground. At one point Koriand'r is standing. The next point is she is merely floating, as though someone had pulled the ground two or three inches down from underneath her feet and her body didn't catch the memo. She glides toward one of the boxes, picks it up, and she opens the lid for Diana. The whole of the pie is offered to the Themysciran by spearing it forward with outstretched arms.
    And it's by that point that she actually hears what Arthur and John are talking about. It's probably specifically the term 'Under the Sea' that catches her attention for she gives, at that point, such a wry little grin. John couldn't possibly know what he's spurred inside of her head. Just couldn't. But when she glances back to Diana her eyes are practically -swimming- with unspoken lyrics to a song that will not be contained for long in her throat.
    Then Zatanna enters the scene! On her get-around sticks, otherwise known as legs! "Yes! I am! I know of Donna Troy." The pizza box that she'd been holding in her arms is abruptly swung to Zatanna's bearing. It is floated over. Diana had her chance to grab a piece! "May I please be so honored as to offer you a piece of pizza on behalf of the The Titans, lovers and purveyors of Justice? And consequently on the behalf of Donna Troy?"

Arthur Curry has posed:
    Propping a work boot up on the small glassy coffee table that sits between the chairs there on the promenade, Arthur seems content to eat the pizza and observe the meeting going on. Another bite is taken but he chews for a time then waits after he swallows before piping up with, "Though, to be fair, most of the equipment on the moon base is here too. Or linked."
    Arthur leans forward to liberate another slice of pizza, boot sliding off the table with a thump, holding a hand under it to snare some of the errant cheese tendrils that threaten to get away from him as he sits up. With his back straight in that chair he says, "Think Batman and Superman just sorta wanted to show off a bit." The moon, woo.
    
    Then his attention is snared by John and he waves a hand to the side, "Eyebrows is doing his ruler thing there. I told him so long as he's not evil we're good. So far he's just been an asshole, not evil. So... hey." As easy as that, the geo-political status of Atlantis is thus defined. Yet what stops him is the lass with the purple hair which causes his brow to furrow as he's in the middle of taking a bite.
    "Gal with the purple hair..."
    His jaw shifts to the side slightly as he says succinctly, "Hnh. Remember her name?" Since Arthur sure doesn't, or perhaps there's quite a few purpleheads running around Atlantis.
    He's drawn then by Zatanna's arrival which has him lifting a hand over his shoulder and lowering his head in greeting as if solemn and offering deep respect. If only for a moment. Then he lifts his voice, "Double Zed, this is Koriand'r from the yeah," He cuts off his own introduction when Koriand'r makes it clear sisters can do for themselves!
    "Titans."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's smile is specifically there for Koriand'r's mannerism, and displayed kindness. She gracious accepts the offered pizza through the mention of Donna. There's... a lot there for the Princess, Donna means the world to her, and to still have no knowledge or contact with her sister has been a challenging thing for the Princess to deal with.

"Thank you." Diana says, taking a piece of pizza and then finding a place to seat herself. "I accept your gracious offering of delicious food." Has Diana ever had Pizza Hut pizza? Whose to say!

She is taking a bite it of it though when Zatanna arrives, to find the Pizza dealing with a long string of cheese trailing after the bite she'd taken and then unceremoniously falling down to dangle from her chin as she raises her free hand up to try to correct this embarrassing mistake of cheese-y oopsie-ness.

After the Princess has a moment compose herself, she smiles to Zatanna as well. "Ah, yes, hello, Zatanna! We were just greeting Koriand'r from the Titans. You are welcome to join us." She glances over to John and Arthur, but they're trying to remember some woman's name-- of which she doesn't want to know who or why.

John Constantine has posed:
John just snorts once at Arthur's question. "You'd think, right? I just remember it was a bit of a wild weekend, nipped in to wrangle some blokes with a something doomsday, then it was some of that kelp wine and--" he clicks his tongue and shrugs nonchalantly.

Eyes track over to Zatanna when the magicienne greets Kori. Hands are full; he's juggling a cigarette, two slices of pizza, and a mug of what is probably mostly whisky and only notionally coffee. It also looks like he probably just rolled out of bed, or, more likely, roll off a sofa in one of the League's common areas.

"What prompts the pizza then, Kori luv?" John inquires of the Tamaranean. "Not that I mind the brekkers at all. This one of those League things, y'know--" he includes the others, looking around them and making a circling gesture with his pizza sandwich. "One of those bloody team building activities, y'know, making friends and whatnot?"

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"Honestly, I don't know why you put up with him," Zatanna continues, seemingly catching the tail end of whatever discussion Arthur is having about 'eyebrows,' and having a reasonable clue as to who exactly they're talking about. "I mean, what was all that nonsense at the Halloween get-together, anyway? Seriously, what sort of King of the ocean goes around punching Superman at a costume party?" She gives a last, exasperated sound of some kind while shaking her head. "But faaaar be it for me to lecture on another realm's politics." Well, apart from the fact that she already sort of did.

However, her totally not-meddling aside, she is far more taken by Koriand'r's rather expressive if someone overly solemn offer of what most would consider among the very least ceremonious of foodstuffs. "Oh, you brought pizza? That's reallly thoughtful. Koriand'r is it?" In whatever League coverage of the Titans, she's probably used to just seeing the codename in use. "Zatanna Zatara, pleasure to meet you." As she floats nearer to offer the box directly, she smiles a little awkwardly, looks around a moment, and then just gives up on it. "Repap etalp." Yes, she's very lazy sometimes.

So, now that Zatanna has a paper plate (which indeed, appears magically out of nowhere) and isn't threatening to drip cheese all over herself like Diana (really, Di), she takes and places a slice on it. "Thanks. Smells delicious."

Also there's a lot lot of REALLY expressive eye-rolling at John going on about wild nights with mermaids. "I'd be careful with that John, or you'll end up with crabs." Sea pun! "Again."

Koriand'r has posed:
    "Because the way to the heart is through the stomach," Koriand'r replies to John. "It is perhaps the same reason why you found wine kelp to be your undoing on such a conspicuous night to be taken away by merpeople." Perhaps intoxication, as well, but as far as the Tamaranean is concerned that is just another part of the stomach unifying with the heart. For what is love if not intoxicating. "Symbolically, we are now linked. Stomach to stomach, heartache to heartache, we will stand on the battlefield.
    "It brings me great happiness to meet you, Zanna Zatara! I would shake your hand, if you had more hands to shake." Non-plussed about not getting to engage in this rite of introduction, Koriand'r reaches into the box now herself. A strandy, cheesy slice is pulled free from its sisters. It striiiiiiiings out from the grease laden cardboard. Dangles freely in the air momentarily as Koriand'r does away with the box, letting it set back down on the table. And then that hand is dedicated to making sure nothing dribbles to the floor of the rather fancy looking promenade, by cupping the underside as she takes her first gigantic munch of pizza-pie.
    Yum.
    Satisfaction overwhelms her at that moment. Her first official meeting with the Justice League on behalf of the Titans, and now they are sharing pizza. As is custom.
    The bite is eventually swallowed after a sufficient omnomnoming and Koriand'r asks, more to the general group rather than to any specific person. "Perhaps you have a different idea of what would be more appropriate to bring as a part of a culture swap, as I was given to understand that this would be. Will you bring something else when you visit the Tower? What would symbolize the Justice League to you?"

Arthur Curry has posed:
    At first Arthur had seemed inclined to answer John. He even was turning and leaning over the side of the chair, one rough hand uncurling as his lips part. "I think it's mainly to, you know, facilitate communications. So we're not shouting 'Hey you.' so much when we're..."
    But then, right as he's looking straight at John he'll hear a bit of what Zatanna says, particularly about Namor and Superman and... punching? Which has a sort of quick brief tremble of the tall man's head tilting to the side as if his mind was just blown albeit momentarily.
    "Wait what now?" He rounds quickly to look at Zatanna, his amber eyes wide and his features twisted with an utterly rampant smile that turns his rather rough and rugged features into something ripe with glee. "Namor. My Namor. Wings on his feeties, Namor? He took a swing at Superman?"
    Which has him turning toward John plaintively, and then Diana with eyes still so wide though now his gaze is accusing as he opens his hands toward them, "Why didn't anybody tell me? Is there... is there video?"
    Then there's a beat.
    He draws back in on himself and turns his head to the side as if trying to look at Zatanna from just one eyeball. One amazed and delighted eyeball.
    "Is it on Youtube?" His lips part and remain open as he awaits the answer, like a kid in the back back seat of a family station wagon being told that the next stop is Disneyland. "Tell me it's on Youtube."
    Needless to say, poor Koriand'r is not immediately answered of her question, so intent is Arthur on this supremely important piece of information.

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana is just enjoying her pizza slice like it's the first one she's ever had in her life (surely it isn't!)

She just sits there and listens to the others interact while she partakes in dainty bites and small indulgances of the delicious cheesy treat before she moves to stand up shortly after hearing Arthur's continuation of the Halloween party events that were decidedly /not/ scheduled.

"Yes, it was video recorded." The Princess says, back on her feet now, wearing heeled shoes she's well over six feet when standing tall.

"It was an error is social judgment, on both parts. They figured it out though, like adults should." In truth, she'd worked hard on that party and had been proud of it, choosing to ignore the 'punching incident' as having ever happened!

A smile is given to Kori from the Princess. "I really do appreciate you coming by on behalf of the Titans. We, as members of the Justice League, need to return the favor and come by the Titan Tower sometime very soon."

John Constantine has posed:
"Miss having you around, Zee. Have to admit, my problems with unwanted barnacles near my nethers has cleared up nicely since you pushed on from my life." John's expression is positively pious and he makes pointed eye contact with Zee while taking an un-necessarily large bite of his pizza.

He grins around the food at Arthur's sudden wide-eyed interrogation and glee, and nudges Kori with his elbow. "Love it when couples get all gooey like that," he observes sidelong. "'My' Namor. Bleedin' saccharine is what it is." The magus gives Kori another side-eye up and down before electing to answer her question.

"Luv, thing you must realize is the League's not really like the Avengers. They're a bunch of mates who tromp around the world enforcin' law'n'order'n whatnot. Sort of like America, 'cept with a UN Mandate backing them. The League's a bit more of a autonomous collective. Or an anarcho-syndicalist commune." He sips his whiskey, then 'mms' and gestures at Diana with the mug. "Or a bloody swank country club with the requisite of 'must have superpowers to join'. Bit elitist, if you ask me, but I don't make the rules, do I?"

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
When Arthur comes back with a host of questions about the whole... incident, Zatanna gives a little shake of her head and an expression of both surprise - suggesting she imagined he would have found out already - and further expasperation with the whole thing. "Video? I don't know, but I assume-" She looks sidelong at Diana, who seems to have a better idea of the proof. "I didn't stick around much for the fallout. Like I told Diana, I just wanted to make sure they weren't -really- going to get into it and trash her whole setup, or I'd have sent them -both- to the middle of the Pacific Ocean to work it out." Presumably out of a sense of generosity to poor Namor. "But you know how Big Blue is. I can't imagine the video is all that interesting."

Zatanna attends her slice after giving her part on the Halloween escapades, and although she's taken the extra effort to secure a plate for grease-catching purposes, seems otherwise quite deft with the one-handed fold position. She -is- Italian. The takes a few good bites, and makes sure she's not chewing cheese before trying to talk.

"The exchange of such items, gifts of food or drink brought by guests, or the offering of it by a host, have always been important symbols of friendship, across cultures." This latter assertion is made in seeming support of Koriand'r's entire thesis of food-based diplomacy and cultural exchange. "Sometimes it even had even deeper ritual or ceremonial connotations. So it's quite appropriate," she says, encouragingly. "Although, pizza is sometimes considered a little, hmm, juvenile? I'm sure they must eat a ton of it at the tower, but the next time you're visiting anyone older, you might consider bringing a bottle of wine or something like that."

Ignoring John's barb, she focuses instead on "'Anarcho-syndicalist commune'? Sounds like you've been hanging out with Ollie too much. And frankly, I wouldn't say that's entirely true, that we're so much different from them, although our... history and personality might be. I might say they we're a little 'bigger picture,' about things."

Koriand'r has posed:
    John's elbow sticks Koriand'r in the side, and the effect is quite like elbowing a tethered balloon on a string. There is a sway in her float before she resumes standard positioning, and between consuming large bites, she looks down on the magus with stuffed cheeks. She does, however, have the good grace to swallow before making comment back, as though the two of them were off to the side in the peanut gallery passing snide comments on a cozy couch. "Yes, I too noted the possessive nature in which he claimed relation, and the picturesque way in which he describes his underwater companion. Perhaps it is truly hotter under the water, as they say."
    John has more to say, and the floating Tamaranean stays by his side, listening attentively. Practically hanging off his words. Perhaps for more than one reason. He says things in strange ways that humans in New York do not often say them in. More than once, she is staring directly at his lips rather than his eyes, as if considering something. And she is about to respond to him. Perhaps with some great unknown truthiness that has yet to be stated, that might show a cap of understanding to what the bloke is on about.
    But just as she opens her mouth, Zatanna begins to speak, and Koriand'r quickly shuts her own. She gravitates to Diana's side and by that matter Zatanna's, hovering around her like an excited fruit fly around a ripened banana. She takes Zatanna's criticism over her second favorite food choice with a frownie face. A veritable pout. She holds up a finger, perhaps to explain the significance of pizza. She has already offered the reasoning to the other gathered three, one more telling of it won't hurt! Again, she opens her mouth...
    Only for Diana to sweep in smoothly with that seemingly effortless social grace. About visiting the Titan Tower. Koriand'r swivels in the air, nodding quite eagerly before finishing off the last of her pizza so that she can steeple her fingers together in front of her chest. "You will be received with pomp and circumstance, /Diana/.

Arthur Curry has posed:
    With a speed that is not exactly super, yet is inspired with the need to hurry, Arthur is abruptly hopping off and out of his chair, legs scissoring as he leaps to his feet and starts to cross the room with a hurried step. "Oh my god I have to see this." He turns around and walks backwards for a bit.
    "Hey!" He points at Koriand'r. "Great meeting you, Starfire. Super good job you and your guys are doing. I look forward to meeting all of them." Still striding backwards until he /fwumpfs/ into the door and then grabs at the doorknob with one hand, twisting it open with a small thud as he pulls it free. "Thank you for the pizza."
    Then it's John's turn to be pointed at, "Save me some in case the Beetle or Booster come by, don't let 'em eat it all."
    Then he's double pointing at Diana, "Heeey. Thanks for covering for me here."
    And as quick as that he's through the door heading on down the hallway toward the data center. Since yeah. Important things to do. And if it's not on Youtube.
    Well. It soon will be.

John Constantine has posed:
"Not your bloody chef, mate!" John shouts after Arthur-- but perhaps too late, as the heir to Atlantis' throne dashes off with the glee of a junior-high student preparing to start some drama on The Internets.

Diana's not far behind, making one wonder if her intent is to help create monkey business, or to prevent it. "Cor blimey, 'tween the two of them it's two kingdoms and most of a century alive, and they're poppin' off to tell on Superman like they caught him takin' the piss behind the library." He snorts once in their wake and eats the last of his pizza, then washes it down with the whiskey. Hal's purloined cup is set atop a low divider wall. "Well, Kori, pleasure t' meet you, I don't expect you'll see much of me around what with your affiliations with the Titans but-- who knows? Hope springs eternal, as they say." John calmly packs up assorted pizza combinations and puts them in one box.

"Zee--" he fingerguns at the raven-haired woman and clicks his tongue. "Always a pleasure to see you out and about, luv. Don't take any wooden nickels, eh?" He winks once at Zatanna, gives Kori another friendly/appreciative up-and-down, and then heads for the building's exit with his purloined pizza on his hip.

Zatanna Zatara has posed:
"I suppose trolling the usurper of his throne on social media is... well, it's getting there," Zatanna allows. Small steps! Mostly, she's used to Arthur and so she can't be too surprised by his antics, or his less than wholly serious approach to things.

What cuts far deeper is Koriand'r's reaction: that pouting face, set against what is otherwise so abundantly sunny and cheerful is far more powerful than she could ever have imagined. "Oh no, nono, this is absolutely -fine-," she's quick to reassure, indicating the pizza boxes and the slices they're still enjoying. "This is a pretty casual setting. I just meant, since it seemed like you were wondering-" It's pretty rare to see Zee so tripped up over something, at least, something like that, but she really does look like she accidentally kicked a puppy or something.

"I'd be really interested in seeing the tower, and I'm sure we can find interesting gifts to bring along." Hopefully not booze. "You know, I have a younger cousin..."

There is then once more glance at John. And a glance back at Kori. And then to John again. Eyebrows up! "I'd say keep out of trouble. but-" The ship's long sailed on that one! She turns back to the very tall lady from the stars. "It was wonderful meeting you Koriand'r. I'm sure we'll be in touch."

Koriand'r has posed:
    "Your younger cousin, while I am certain would make a fine present, may attend as a guest!" Koriand'r beams at Zee. It seems she is mollified by Zee's attempt to smooth things over!
    "It was both wonderful and educational to meet you as well, Zatanna Zatara. I will now go to the gift shop, and see if I can find a bobble-head to recommend to /John/ as for a preference..."
    Breezily, she begins to glide on by toward the gift shop!