Owner	Pose
Terry O'Neil	"Diana, it's Terry-" that's how the voicemail started. "Something's happened to Troia. She's changed, and I- I really don't know how to tell you over the phone. Please come to the tower as soon as you can. Go on straight to the main room and I'll explain everything." Terry didn't want to leave too many details. Diana was, of course, busy, so he had never expected to get her on a first ring, but he knew she would listen to the message as soon as she could when she saw it was his, and marked 'urgent' in the voicemail. So the rest? Waiting. He had returned to the Tower after being convinced that there was going to be no more upheavals caused by his mere presence. Presently, he was in the Main Room/Throne Room, talking to Troia. "... so the purpose of the game is to find out who the killer is, with what weapon and in what room," the feline points to the board he's set up. "When it's only two players, you take on multiple characters to move around the board. I usually like to play Miss Scarlet. She's sassy, like me." He glances up at Troia, "I'm not very good at this game. I get beaten every time by the artificial intelligences when I play it online, but I like to pretend I'm Hercule Poirot-" he twitches his whiskers, "And exercise the leetle gray cells."
Diana Prince	Diana had been out at sea, of all things. She'd been called out to sea to 'do battle' with a sea creature that had caught interest in the Starport construction. Needless to say, she got very defensive about the building. AFter the monster had been dealt with, Diana got the call from the Jet's AI system. She left without the Jet. She made the flight here on her own accord. She arrived on the tower's roof, a golden javelin in her left hand, tucked up behind her left shoulder. Her hair still damp and wild around her bare shoulders as she stalked in to the building, and made her way down to the main room. It might be a concerning visage to behold Wonder Woman post-battle out at sea, stalking through the Titan Tower hallways, holding a long battle javelin up against her side, with the long golden spiked head aimed at the floor where her armored boots impact... But she was invited here, after all, and as she arrives, she casts her eyes around the area. "I am here now." Diana says in her calm voice, laced with concern however.
Donna Troy	The main room didn't look like this before. In fact it would be fair to say that while this appears to be where the main room of Titans Tower should be found, it is not in fact even inside Titans Tower. One clue to this is the fact that the ceiling is now FAR overhead. The other is that the view out of the window is not of Metropolis, but rather the landscape of a shattered moon, built upon with an architecture that might be termed Space Greek, and a sky full of unfamiliar stars.     It's also not a window. It's just a big opening in space. You probably shouldn't be able to breath here.     The room is a lot less lived in that the main room at Titans Tower should be. It's all rather austere with bare stonework, though the curved sofa seems to have a parallel here in the form of a curved arc of stone thrones, two in the center higher-backed and a little more decorative than the other ten. The monitor too has a parallel, a great ovoid expanse of milky luminance like some kind of giant scrying device.     Seated on one of the thrones, two from the central pair, is Donna. She looks rather like... well, Donna. Curiously she seems to have had a peplos style dress made from that space pirate cloak she brought back from her trip into a black hole, a fabric of deepest black sprayed with luminous stars, as if she were wearing the night sky. She was fascinated by that cloak, though she never really wore it. Perhaps it makes sense that she would have it made into a more practical garment, though Terry had speculated it was some kind of magic star map, and it might be deemed a little vandalous to use a magic cloak in that fashion.     Oh, and the stars on her dress seem to have somehow leaked into her dark hair, which also shimmers with stars. That's not normal.     Currently she is looking baffled, staring at a CLUE game board and failing to make any sense of what Terry is saying. "You talk of the purpose, but your description gives only an aim, not a purpose. I still do not understand what reason there is to perform this activity," she tells him.     "And I am unclear about who you are pretending to be. You are pretending to be Miss Scarlet, who is pretending to be Hercule Poirot, is that correct?" Troia blinks a few times. "Is she pretending to be Hercule Poirot because she is the murderer, and hopes that her disguise will allow her to evade discovery?" she asks. "I do not understand why you would choose to be a murderer. Look..." she points at the hidden card. "She killed the victim with a knife in the library. Is it possible they had an argument over a book? Perhaps they both wished to take the same book from the library. The other people in this house should have seen which books were missing and suspected any of their number who were particularly interested in those topics."     She's really not getting it.     When Diana walks in, Troia looks up and sees her with an expression of clear surprise, which quickly turns into a frown, which she directs at Terry. "Was this all a trick then? To allow her to come here?"     She doesn't wait for an answer, but turns to Diana. "Athena's Champion. Well you can tell her that it's over. I will not fight her. Or you." Troia shrugs her shoulders. "There's nothing left. There's no reason for it. It's over."
Kate Bishop	Kate comes out of the Women's Dorm and realizes which of the two Main Rooms she has walked into, and for good or ill she just about walks back the way she came. She was trying to go to the elevators and not go here. The problem is she was thinking about not ending up in the main room so hard she just did end up there.     Honetly this whole not thinking about it to get around easier in the tower has not really clicked well with her yet.     There is a weary sigh and she just stares across the expanse of the throne room at Terry and Troia. She wonders how bad it will go trying to explain Clue to Troia and Troia cutting to the chase.     Of course potentially more truoubling is Wonder Woman with full armor, gear, battle javeline, stalking throuh the tower.     "Oh thank the gods... maybe someone can make this all make sense now...." Kate just mutters softly and on these developments decides to edge further into the room and see how this all plays out. The whole Athena champion finality talk doesn't make her have warm feels though.
Terry O'Neil	"What?" The feline is momentarily taken aback by Troia's reaction. That's because he's still thinking of her as Donna- it's hard not to- and not really Troia. He quickly tries to smooth things out before there are unintended consequences to his invitation. "No! No, Donn-er, Troia, no! This is Diana... she's the daughter of Queen Hippolyta, who adopted you in this world. She's your sister... she means you no harm. She's the kindest, most compassionate person I know..." He glances over at Diana. Of course. Just his luck that she would come dressed to kill a cyclops. "... who also happens to be a warrior. Di..." he pauses, and then gestures to Troia. "... I don't even know how to begin, except..." he gestures to the room, "Except maybe Donna got replaced by another Donna and this room is also existing in another reality altogether and nobody can /find/ Donna anywhere and the computer says she doesn't exist and it's like she never existed at all and I /know/ that's wrong because we all remember her and I am frankly freaking out here because this might be my fault and-" He has to take a moment. And a breath, "-I don't know what to do-" And then he notices the other Titan who has come into the room. "Oh hey Kate-" He looks abjectly miserable. "Di... she says she's a Titan. Not, like, me, but, like, a Titan of Myth. That can't be right."
Diana Prince	Diana has her eyes on Troia throughout Kate's arrival, and Terry's explanation. It isn't until he speaks directly of this room, and its status, that Diana spares a quick look around, ending up on Kate who gets acknowledge with a simple nod. Then Diana looks back to where Troia and Terry are. She starts to walk toward this 'version' of her sister. "You do not remember me?" She asks of Troia, before she looks to Terry. "ARe the rest of the Titans okay?" She inquires, because her compassion extends beyond her sister's well being, even if it is as big of a concern as you could present to the Princess. She calmly walks toward them, evenly footed. The javelin is set down on the nearest surface that would accomodate it. "I am not here to fight, no. I am here because Donna is the world to me, and I was told something has happened to her." Diana says TO Troia. "Clearly this is true..." She adds before stopping then, her hands at her sides, only her lasso hanging on her hip now, and no other weapons visible.
Donna Troy	"You are making no sense, Wonderlander," Troia says, her eyes still on Diana. "I know who she is. She's Athena's champion. Child of Zeus and Hippolyta. I am aware. She did not adopt me." She tears her eyes from Diana to star at Terry, shaking her head. "Is that what happened to this Donna person you talk of so much? I am not she. My name is Troia. I have explained this to you people several times already.     When Diana starts talking about Donna too, she looks even more puzzled than the game made her. "You're... not here on Athena's orders?" She asks. "I don't know where this Donna person is. I haven't met her. I have no idea what has happened to her. "     She sighs and shakes her head. "Mortals are confusing beings, Diana. I thought you would be less so. We're cousins, after all. They keep asking me about this Donna person. I think I resemble her to them or something. I don't really understand what's going on. There's a labyrinth of potentiality here. At first it might be a spell cast from Othrys, but now I think I may have caused it myself. "     Despite Kate's concerns, Troia doesn't seem hostile towards Diana, though that initial greeting had hardly been friendly. Diana though can sense a little more than that. She's not showing it, but Troia is actually more relaxed about Diana's presence than about Terry's or Kate's. There hasn't been a time since perhaps two weeks after they first met that Troia hadn't smiled on seeing Diana until today, but there's still a trace of that same familiar warmth.     And that's an interesting thing, because Diana has always had a supernaturally good sense of what Troia was feeling, and she still has now, with this supposedly other Troia.
Kate Bishop	"So this is your fault Terry?" ... come on.. he said he is afraid it is his fault. She didn't even blame him first for once. Also when one considers the whole collision of Wonderland and all of the other recent problems with relaity and chaos.     It isn't like Kate is being unreasonable here.     She nods back to Diana and also walks closer now. She isn't carrying her gear, just wearing some comfy looking tactical yoga pants and a loose Hawkeye purple tanktop with sneakers. Hell she was headed down to the gym to workout when she got waylaid by the Tower's twisty architecture.     "Well the tower has definitely turned into a Labrynth of possibilities..." she grumbles. It has definitely made finding the kitchen reliably hard.     Not to mention worrying about her friend, whom she often calls Troia not Donna anyhow.     "I suppose we are lucky we weren't just attacked showing up in here confused."
Terry O'Neil	"... I don't know," Terry's voice becomes very weak as he answers Kate, and he looks like he's been whipped. "It's all my goddamned father's fault, I think. And he dumped it all on me by fucking /vanishing/ into nonexistence and leaving me with all of the bullshit-" Exhale. Breathe in. Calm. "Sorry. I don't mean to curse. I haven't /done/ anything, but I am paying for the sins of my father here." He glances up at Troia and Donna. "Donna is Troia, Troia. That's the name she went by in Man's World. But her birth name was Troia. Look!" He holds up a hand, and a perfect recreation of Donna Troy appears. Due to the dimensional interference, for a moment it looks more like Deanna Troi than Donna Troy, but after a shake of a tail, it rights itself up and it shows his friend just as he remembers her, in the armor she had before it got wrecked in the Warzoon invasion. "This is the Troia of /this/ world. What I don't understand is that she wasn't a... a goddess. Diana's the demi-goddess, Troia was adopted from Man's World..."
Diana Prince	Well, well, well... that's a lot to take in. Diana moves her eyes from one speaker, to the next before she just places them upon Troia. Terry's creation gets a glance, staring at the imagery of her sister, before she looks back to the one who is here now. Stranger things have happened, especially in THIS tower. "Do you know what this is?" Diana asks calmly, her lasso coiled up in her hand and offered to Troia. She can sense the ease of which her presence seems to have altered the woman's mood, if even a little. "I would like it if you would take the end and curl it around your wrist. Just to help with a small bit of putting our minds at ease over what concerns we have for the woman that means so much to all of us."
Donna Troy	"Donna is Troia?" Troia repeats. "She is two people in one? Like Miss Scarlet being Hercule Poirot?" When things get confusing, cling on to what you know. "I fail to see how that can be your father's fault though. Which god damned him?"     She stares at the image Terry summons for quite some time. "She does look like me," Troia says finally. "But I think you're confused. /I'm/ the Troia of this world. "     Troia stares at the end of the lasso without taking it. "Of course I know what it is, Diana. Do you not know who I am? I am Troia, daughter of Phoebe, of New Kronos. In me is a shard of Gaia's Truth, passed on to me by my mother, as she passed it on to her grandchildren Apollo and Artemis before me. So too is a shard of Gaia's Truth in Hestia's girdle. I could feel it at your hip when you came in."     "But why should I? Why should I answer to Athena's champion? Your people wanted me dead. Well look around you. I'm still alive, but everyone else is gone. It's over, Diana. Please, just... I won't do anything. I don't care. I'm not going to oppose Athena. There's nothing left to fight for."
Kate Bishop	Kate looks over the summon. "Nah Donna is just one name for our friend, she also goes by Troia. People can have more than one name to be known by." she indicates Terry. "Terry and Vorpal." then herself "Kate and Hawkeye."     She pauses.     "In our case one is our mortal identity and one is our hero name." that might be the wrong termiology but she is trying.     At the tiredness though from Troia she stops approaching and just hangs back. Glancing at the shattered skyscape. It does look like there was probably cataclysmic events. "Oof."     She glances at the exit once more, maybe she should have retreated like her early instinct when she came in. Not because of danger. More because this is mess out of her toolset. She mostly can just worry about her Troia.
Terry O'Neil	Terry glances at Kate, then back at Troia. "I suspect that what happened here may have something to do with whatever is destabilizing Wonderland. My father supposedly came up here to do ... something to solve whatever was wrong with Wonderland. Except he didn't or couldn't do it. Then he met a mortal woman and had me, and he stopped existing when I was born. And the bastard left no instructions left for me. I had no idea of what I even /was/ until two years ago-" He pauses suddenly, derailed by what Troia said. "Truth of Gaia. So that's how Donna knew who was lying and who wasn't..." he frowns. "Wait. There's something I don't understand." Pause. "There are a /lot/ of things I don't understand, but one thing at a time. Your birth in your world caused that war. But that didn't happen her-- in our world. But Donna... our Troia /has/ to be a Titan too. She has the Truthsense... and Hekate called her little cousin, which now makes /sense/. So what's different? Why hasn't our Earth been scoured by a new Titanomachia?" He glances at Kate by way of explaining Troia talking about Hercule Poirot and Miss Scarlet, "I was trying to teach her how to play Clue. I suck at teaching things."
Diana Prince	Diana listens to both Kate, and Terry, but her focus falls solely on Troia. She starts to walk toward her again then. "Donna." She starts. "Our Troia." She clarifies. "Would not hesitate to take the lasso's end from me, and wrap it about her wrist." She says calmly as she pauses again, now standing closer to Troia before her. "She would trust that my request was all that was needed to know, needed to hear, needed to be asked, to do it." She notes as she glances over to Kate, and Terry again before once more her eyes go back to this Troia. "So... once more, I ask you kindly, to indulge my curiosity, so that we may move on to figuring everything out... and hopefully reach points where we can all move beyond this." It's all said sincerely, sweetly. The lasso is once more offered to this Troia to do as Diana had asked.
Donna Troy	"It was not fought on Earth this time," Troia explains to Terry. "That's why you saw nothing of it. Even gods can learn. What happened the first time was inexcusable. What happened the second time was..." she blinks a few times and her eyes turn to look out the great window at the stars beyond. "Bad enough. But I suppose to you it would seem the price was lower. "     It looks for a moment like she's going to continue, but she lapses into a momentary silence, still staring out at the stars. "If you have two names, it dilutes who you are," she responds to Kate. "Names are important. You shouldn't try to be someone you are not. It cuts you off from the core of your being."     Eventually she turns back around to look again at the lasso and then at Diana. "I'm the last Titan," she tells Diana. "The last of New Kronos. I'm... I'm too young to... I can't do this. Can't /be/ New Kronos. It will go. It will all fade as memory fades. I will allow it to, because there is no purpose in it now. Nothing left. But now, before it has gone..."     She shrugs her shoulder, taking the end of the lasso, and wraps it around her wrist. "If it will make you feel better. If you can even trust it."
Kate Bishop	"Man I am totally boned then since people get my codename wrong so much..." thinking about all the hawkingbirds and other mangled codenames.     She looks around the throne room and then to Diana, relaxing as she seems to have it well in hand. At least Troia accepted the lasso and agreed to put them all at ease.     Still. There is so little Kate can actually do here, so she eases back towards the exit and slips back out when everyone is focused on the lasso.
Terry O'Neil	"You are... all alone, aren't you?" Terry asks quietly, before shuffling off to the chair he had brought to teach Troia how to play at being Miss Scarlet pretending to be Hercule Poirot pretending to not be the killer. He has thoughts. He has questions. But he also has the good sense to wait for Di to ask her questions and to hear the answer to those questions. There's also something desperately, terribly sad about this Troia that finds him at a loss for words for the moment. Which is something that their Troia would probably want to find out what it is so that she could bottle it and sell it.
Diana Prince	Diana waits for the lasso to be properly attached to Troia before they're both lit up by the divine twine. It glows brightly between them, more-so on Diana as she's holding the still coiled-up mass of the long rope. Diana takes a evenly measured breath before she just nods her head very softly once. "Is everything that you have told the Titans... Terry... and the others..." She glances to Terry. "Just as you have described it? Have you been telling them the truth since you arrived here?" Diana asks her first question. "And, beyond that, do you know where the Donna is that we have told you about? Our Donna. Our Troia."
Donna Troy	Troia's face falls into a frown as Diana's questioning continues. "You make no more sense than the mortals, cousin. Why would I lie to them? I have no intention of deceiving anyone. What would be the point?"     She sighs and looks away. "Please just all stop asking me about Donna. I'm Troia. I'm... I d... I don't know what you're asking. I don't know who Donna is."     She lets the rope fall away from her wrist. "Maybe you're all just confused with your multiple names thing and you think I'm called Donna and you just can't understand why I'm not called Donna. I'm the only me I am aware of. I am where I am. Where else would I be? Does that answer? I don't know. None of this makes any more sense than this... this Clue game. You are trying to guess what the cards are, but maybe it was nobody, nowhere, with nothing."
Diana Prince	Diana watches the lasso fall away from Troia's grasp, and when her eyes look up she casts them over to Terry before she starts to walk away. Her eyes go around the room. "This is quite an impressive place." Diana states calmly then before she looks back toward the both of them. "Has Terry been instructing you well on the ins and outs of it?" She asks of Troia then before the lasso, still glowing in front of Diana's torso, is suddenly swing at her side. The glowing twine makes a quiet buzz in the oxygen around them as it cuts through it, and is cast out to ensnare Troia! This is a far different move from asking for the lasso to be willingly placed upon one's self... This is Wonder Woman demanding it, like she would an enemy!
Donna Troy	It's far from the first time Diana has attempted to catch Donna in her lasso -- the two have trained together often. Though there are a few Amazons who are consummately skilled with the lasso, it's Cassie and Donna that provide Diana with the biggest challenges purely because of the superhuman speed the two are capable of. Donna's years of intense dedicated training give her a great awareness of Diana's moves, and there's probably nobody better at dodging that lasso. In this case though, Troia is seated, and Diana's going for a surprise attack.     However this Troia is not quite the normal Troia. Not quite Donna. She has no experience in lasso fighting with Diana. She has not spent her life dedicated to Amazonian training. This Troia does not dodge the lasso. But also this Troia is something that might have been had the world gone very differently.     Diana's lasso snakes out towards Donna, but before it wraps around her, it simply /stops/. The lasso remains frozen in the air, unmovable, inches from Troia.
Terry O'Neil	Let it be known that the dimensions have been so warped that it is /Terry/ warning Diana against attacking someone. "D-Diana don't! Stop! She's not-" You see? Because he is, unexpectedly, and very temporarily might we add, a voice of reason in this, the universe has decidedly broken itself and now things are hanging in mid-air exactly the way bricks don't. "... an enemy what the fuck?" he segues. And things return to normalcy.
Donna Troy	Things are a long way from normalcy. Troia turns to look at Diana, and her expression is... hurt. She stands and turns, the lasso still in the air, as if frozen in time.     Terry and Diana both find themselves suddenly gripped, arms pinned to their sides as if by a giant hand and lifted into the air. "So... all this was a TRICK!" Troia says. The stone chamber trembles, marble dust falling from the high ceiling. She stares at Diana a few moments, then turns and moves away, breathing heavily. "I'd hoped... I... I don't... I thought you might..."     The trembling stops. "I doesn't matter." Troia folds her arms, her back to the pair, who find themselves gently lowered to the ground. "Go. Leave me alone. This... this is my place. They all died because I wasn't here. I'm not going to leave it now. It's over."
Diana Prince	The lasso being unable to reach its intended target was a rare occasion, but not one that hasn't happened before. It was a measure of great power, generally, and one Diana was not entirely in belief was out of the question versus this person. When it happens, the Princess just whips the rope back to her hand, causing it to twirl around in the air before it recoils up with the rest of the rope in her grasp. A glance is spared to Vorpal before Diana looks back to Troia. "The Troia that I know, would not resist the lasso. She would embrace it when I ask it of her. You hesitate. You refuse it. You deny it. This presents a quandry to me. It leads me to believe you have something to hide." She tells the woman who seems almost defeated now, at least in spirit. "If you are who you say you are, you should at least be interested in helping us do whatever it is that we need to do to find our loved one. If nothing more." Diana starts to walk back to her javelin where she'd left it.
Terry O'Neil	Terry doesn't look thrilled at getting handled by an invisible hand, and when he is set down his fur is ruffled and he clearly is flustered. But, bless his heart, he is still trying. "Di, this isn't the Troia you knew. She literally is the last person alive of her people because the Gods of Olympus waged a war, that's what she's said. Try to see it from her side, she's just gotten marooned in our reality and you are in some ways the representative of the Gods who exterminated them..." He didn't like this. Diana is the reasonable one. He is the Cheshire Cat. Reason is the last thing anyone comes to him for. Topsy-Turvy doesn't begin to describe things. He wheels about and faces Troia. "You have the truth of Gaia inside you. Just like our Troia. You both knew when someone was lying- so ask me the question. Ask me if this was a trick. Ask Diana if she means to harm you." He holds out a hand in a dramatic claw pose because things have gotten decidedly Greek and he can't help but be swept in the river of melodrama, "The truth is within reach of your fingertips if only you would /reach/ for it!" He pauses, for a moment, and curses inwardly. Apparently he's playing Tiresias now.
Donna Troy	"I answered your questions!" Troia replies to Diana. "I answered you. I just don't /know/ the answers!" She turns to face Diana again, and her eyes are wet. "Your questions don't make any sense to me. I don't know why this... why any of this is happening. Nothing makes sense to me, Diana. Nothing has ever made any sense to me."     Troia fall silent, struggling to know what to say.     For almost twenty years, Diana has known that Donna was not just Donna. That one day she would inevitably learn that she had not been adopted at random, that she was the daughter of one of the Titans of myth. Ever since Diana had returned to Themyscira to find she had a sister, and Hippolyta had explained to her /why/, she knew a day would come when Troia would become aware of her heritage. Never in the discussions between queen and princess had this scenario been considered. That she would appear to have learned of her heritage at the same time as losing any knowledge of her upbringing. That Diana would face this parallel version of her sister.     Troia's eyes go to Terry, watching him sullenly. "You heard the truth of Gaia. I read the oracle for you. Two truths tangled into one. How... how am I supposed to untangle them? I don't... I can't replace my mother. My uncles and aunts. I'm not... I don't know what to do."
Diana Prince	Diana takes her javelin up in to hand,m but holds it at her side like a staff, the tip aimed up toward the sky. She turns to face the two of them, and starts to walk toward them. "I have no intention of harming you, Troia." She says in a calmly serene tone of her voice. She glances to Vorpal, before looking back to Troia. A breath is taken in as Diana levels her stare upon the visage of her 'sister'. "You should go to Themyscira. You should consult with the Queen on this matter. She should know of this development, even if she can help you little, or none." Diana then looks to Vorpal. "Your portals reach the island. you should take her there. You have begun to build a trust up with one another, clearly. If the answers cannot be garnered there, then we will have to exercise other possible options..."
Terry O'Neil	"Is... that a good idea?" Terry asks Diana, his brow furrowing. "I mean, I could open a portal to Themyscira here and confer with your mother without her having to go through it. But I wonder what the gods there would do if they found out-" He trails off, thinking. "... oh god I have to tell Raven about this." But, as if the horror of the realization is too much, he says "-right after we figure this out. Maybe asking Magala would not be a bad idea. A Themysciran research holiday would do wonders..." far, far away from Raven's blast radius when she finds out about this.
Donna Troy	"Themyscira?" Troia repeats, blinking. She raises a hand to her face, to wipe her eyes. "I can't. You... you don't understand. Themyscira is the realm of Athena. I can no more go there than I could allow Athena to come here. " She sighs, returns to her seat and drops back down into it, looking miserable. This version of Troia seems to wear her heart even more on her sleeve than the more familiar version.     "There's nothing for me in Themyscira. And I cannot leave this place. I'm the last of them, Diana. The last Titan. The rest are dead, and it's my fault. But if I leave here, if I leave New Kronos, then there will be no Titans at all. All that the Titans were will fade back into the Source and be forgotten. I owe it to them to keep this alive, to keep their memories, as long as I can. I let them down, and they're gone. I owe it to them to maintain the harmony of the Titans as long as I can."     She stares into the distance. "I'll do what I can to help you find your friend. But for all the power that is at my disposal, that may not be much. There's too much that's... confusing. Too much I don't understand."
Diana Prince	A look is given to Vorpal before Diana looks back to Troia. The responses from both of them are taken in, and Diana dips her chin just a little. "Then I will go and tell the Queen of this." She tells the both of them. "You two ... were playing a game when I arrived." She glances over her shoulder. "Kate was here." She notes before looking back. "It would seem, as ... unusual as this is, that you have things ... under control, for the time being." She isn't pleased about this. Not even a little. But, what other options are there? "Remain here, with each other. Should anything change, I require that I be told instantly. I will return, when I have ... gathered my thoughts on all of this, and reported this to the Queen."
Terry O'Neil	Terry makes his way over to Troia and reaches out a hand to hover over her shoulder. He can't touch her, but the gesture still counts for something. "... I'm sorry for what you've lost. I'm sorry any of this had to happen, and I'm pretty sure it's my fault, or at least part of it. We can't give you anything you truly want but... at least we can give you our company for however long you can stand us..." And then he frowns in thought, glancing at Diana. "Di. Hippolyta adopted Troia. She must have known where she came from... right?"
Donna Troy	"Wait, I..." Troia leans forwards in her seat, as if an aborted attempt to reach out to Diana, but she quickly settles back into her seat, frowning. To Diana, with that strange ability to sense Troia's moods, the confusion is obvious. Part of her doesn't want Diana to leave, and she doesn't know why.     "This friend of yours who is missing, this Donna -- she is also called Troia, is that right? And she looks like me? That's... a strange coincidence. And you say she is an Amazon?" Troia frowns. "Perhaps it is not a coincidence then. I wonder... " She looks up at Diana. "There were Amazons at Wilusa, were there not? They fought on the side of the City, against the Greeks, and it ended tragically for your people. I always assumed I was named after the city as a challenge to the Olympians, a poetic parallel to the war fought between Olympus and Othrys in ancient times. The Titans were long revered in the Troad. But why would an Amazon be so named? Wouldn't that be a harsh reminder of a bad time in your history? That seems strange."     She blinks in thought a few times before looking across to Terry. "It's not your fault. You were not even born when the roots of all this were planted. I thank you for your gesture, but all this happened because of me, not anyone else."
Diana Prince	Diana gives a single nod to Terry, then listens to Troia's questions. "I was away from the island when Troia was adopted. When I returned, she was already a young woman, and a fine addition to the Amazons. This is why I wish to include the Queen's insights. I feel as though she may understand the ins and outs of what is happening here, or at least have suggestions on what could be... behind all of this." Diana puts the lasso away then, and steps toward Troia, coming to rest her hand upon the woman's left shoulder. "You may not be the Troia that I know, but you are still Troia. You are family to me, and I will protect you, as much as I protect her." She spares a look between the two of them then.
Terry O'Neil	Terry bites his lip and remains quiet for a moment. "Maybe not /all/ of this, but I think I am responsible, in a way, for what brought you here. But as Di says... you're still Troia. Not our Troia, but /a/ Troia. And that means you're still Titan family." His eyes widen, "I mean... the team's family. We really didn't name ourselves after the Titans to be disrespectful. I wasn't even involved, I mean-" Gather yourself, Terry. "What Di said. She said it better than me. Look, we'll help in all we can. And if that means going to Themyscira to ask, we will." He glances at Diana with that 'Can I Go To Themyscira Pretty Please It's Been Ages' brief glance, before saying, "And you won't be wanting for company in case I have to go. You haven't even seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Or Encanto. And Irie has her board games- we'll keep you company and look into how to fix this and..." And then the dread walks up his spine. "... someone needs to find Raven and tell her about this."
Donna Troy	Troia smiles up gratefully at Diana. "You are kinder than your father, cousin. If only the word 'family' conveyed to the rest of ours the compassion you use it with. Our parents warred, father and mother against son and daughter, all for power. Even gods find it hard to see the value of what they have until they have lost it."     "Gaia's firstborn were granted too much power. Your father was wrong to covet it. And your grandfather, my uncle -- he was wrong to try to keep hold of it. It is right that power dies with me. But until it does, it resides in me. So long as I stay here, there are few forces in this universe that can harm me. I thank you for your offer of protection, but rather let me lend you my strength to help you find your lost friend."     Terry gets a smile too, though it's a different smile, harder to read. "On the contrary. It sounds like you took our name to honor our people. There is no disrespect in that, do not be afraid."     "And do not claim responsibility for things that are beyond your control. Guilt can only come from knowing choice." She tilts her head, peering at him curiously. "You, I think... you take guilt upon yourself too easily. There are voices of blame within your mind that have encouraged you to see yourself at fault whenever you see a fault. It is not wise to listen to the council of such voices. Mortal you may be, but there is a part of you, of every mortal, that is divine. To chose to suffer the pain of guilt is to injure the divine within you."     She straightens in her seat. "But you are wrong. Nothing brought me 'here' other than that I was born here. Look around you. It is you who are in my home, is it not?"
Diana Prince	Terry gets a look from the Princess, who is soon to look back to Troia. She takes in what the Titan says before she shows a very small glimpse of a smirk. "Terry is a member of a group of heroes here who call themselves the Titans. He is as good hearted a person as you will be able to find on this planet. As are the rest of these Titans. You are ... incidentally... amongst friends." Not that any of this hasn't likely already been explained to this Troia. Another look is cast about the room before Diana centers her gaze upon them again. "If this is your home, it seems to be... connected to their home. I arrived at their home, through the same means that..." Kate had. Kate snuck out though. Diana just lets that thought lie. "The Queen needs to know of this, though, and for the time being things are seemingly safe here. I will return after I have spoken to her... The two of you... keep doing as you have been doing." Diana looks to Terry. "And let Raven know." Ha ha.
Terry O'Neil	Vorpal rubs the back of his neck and smirks, "... may be. But it's kind of hard not to feel that way when dimensional hanky panky is going on, and that's something Wonderland excels at." He glances back at Troia. "... my dad dropped the ball. He left me holding a plate I didn't even know was there. I can't help feeling at least partially responsible... and you're right and wrong. We're in your home, and you're in our home. We seem to have /Alephed/..." he pauses, "And you wouldn't get that reference. Remind me to give you one of my Borges books, you'll love them" aside enough, O'Neil. "I mean, realities are super-imposing. And I don't suspect that's an Olympus/Kronos thing but a Wonderland thing. Which means I have to stop squirming and doing what my father wasn't cat enough to do and find a way to fix all of this." Vague hand gestures. "I... guess I can talk to Raven," he says, with the same tone of voice that someone finding out they need an appendectomy without anesthesia.
Donna Troy	"'Connected' is not exactly the way of it," Troia replies to Diana. "There is an overlay of potentialities, yes." A nod to Terry. "But that's not to do with dimensions. It is to do with actualization. Here, let me show you."     Donna waves her hand, and the air fills with an intricate pattern of lines of pulsing light that bend and curve and intertwine in patterns too intricate to follow, intersected at intervals with luminous discs and spheres in shades of every color. At first it may feel like suddenly Vorpal is no longer the only person around who can create illusionary diagrams, but there's an uneasy feeling that sneaks up upon the viewer that this isn't exactly an illusion, and is in some way both representation of something unimaginably vast and yet at the same time /the actual thing/.     "See here?" Troia gestures at a tiny dot of light, and the view seems to zoom in, the dot growing until it is revealed as a knotted mass of faint lines. "It folds back on itself, forming a labyrinth in which two potentialities are knotted together. Here we are on New Kronos, in what you would call Alpha Draconis, and yet these other threads are on Earth. It's..." she glances at Diana and Terry. "I'm sorry. You probably don't understand this."     She gestures again and the image disappears. Troia sighs softly. "People keep mentioning this Raven person. Yet whenever they do, they fall silent and give each other looks that contain private significance. Nobody will tell me who she is."
Diana Prince	An inhale, an exhale. "Raven is Donna's romantic partner." Does she not approve of this? Of course not. Raven is wonderful. Right?! Of course she is! A look is given then to the display that Troia writes in the air but it all, as showy as it is, does little to shed real light on the situation at-hand. She just nods her head two small times to this. "I will return as quickjly as I can." She assures the two of them. Her eyes going to Terry then. "I applaud your teachings of her, but it sounds like there is a few more things you must get to, before you move on to Clue." Har har. With javelin in one hand, Diana half-turns away before she pauses to stare at Troia. "We will help you. I promise." She says in a hopefully soothing tone.
Terry O'Neil	The Cheshire cat narrows his eyes and points at the diagram. "Like the loom of the fates has gotten tangled up. On one side, there's Troia who grew up knowing she was a Titan, and on the other there's the Troia who didn't, and somehow both of them have collided because they somehow ended up having the same probability value and it's like that one time Gar gave me that ball of yarn and I ended up netting myself and-" A moment of awareness descends upon him. "-I just overshared, didn't I?" He clears his throat and glances at Diana. "Maybe Diana is right. Maybe Clue is too advanced. Maybe we should take a break and I can show you something else..." he glances at Troia. "So, Raven is kind of Donna's girlfriend and she's also the daughter of one of the most evil creatures in creation. But she's fine. She's totally fine. SAY!" reach for something, Terry. "Have you ever listened to ABBA?"