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[mythically]

( diana is seated at one of the consoles in a café when the video feed begins. it seems she’s already gone a bit native—there’s a kedan-style cloak draped around her shoulders, apparently all she needs to keep warm. still, the glint of gold from her armor is perfectly visible, as is the tiara set amongst her dark curls. she’s making no pretense of who she is, should anyone be able to recognize her.

she lifts a hand in simple greeting, smiling. she’s perfectly calm, though anyone who knows her well can probably sense just a bit of tension in the set of her shoulders, the way her eyes are focused. )

There’s many of you here that I know. And many more that I do not.

My name is Diana, and while I’m newly arrived I believe I’ve gotten most of the basics of the situation. It seems you’ve all been busy, recently.

( there’s nothing mocking about her words, and her smile is genuine and honest. she pauses, for a moment, as though to give her audience a breather. then, she continues— )

I’m sure there’s a lot to be done, and I’m willing to offer my assistance to anyone who should need it. But first, I would like to be better acquainted with all of you. If we’ve met before, I’m sure you’ll come and say hello. And if we haven’t, it’s never too soon for introductions.

( both before and after this broadcast and subsequent conversations, diana will be flying over the same café. in effect, she’s using herself as a beacon. feel free to run into her in person if you’d prefer. )

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[mythically]

_{( she doesn't choke up, exactly, but diana does purse her lips to keep from saying the first things that pop into her mind upon seeing him. she leans in very close to the console and says-- )}

No, but they can always say hello.

Is that really you, Barry?

ALSO I'M DUMB can we pretend he set this private originally because reasons....

[bolthead]

[He chuckles and nods.]

Surprisingly not late for once. [She does look surprised to see him, after all. But he can hazard a guess as to the reason why, and he's highly doubting it's because he's on time.] It's good to see you, Diana.

gently retconns!

[mythically]

It's... well, it's wonderful to see you. _{( alive, alive is good. she's not going to question it for now. )}

And no, you're right on time. Which makes me think you might not be who I think you are, after all.

i am a true comic book writer now

[bolthead]

[He spreads his arms in an expression of mock defeat.]

Do I need to subject myself to interrogation? I hear many have difficulty telling lies when they're near you.

hands you an official certificate

[mythically]

I can't help but inspire honesty.

So... are you the real Barry Allen? And if so, how long would it take you to get here and give me a proper welcome?

aw yee

[bolthead]

[Barry purses his lips, face growing thoughtful as he gives the question an appropriate amount of though.]

Mmm, maybe—

[And then his console gets clicked off and Diana has about three seconds before he's leaning against her console, half a smile on his face and arms crossed over his chest. (In his defense, there are a lot of cafes.)]

—a few seconds?

(yea)

[mythically]

_{( it takes her all of a second's look before she's on her feet, wrapping her arms around him and lifting him a little off the ground. sorry, barry, but she thinks she's entitled to this. )}

[bolthead]

[And she most certainly is! That doesn't stop him from laughing out loud at the suddenness of the hug, or from wrapping his arms back around her as best he can in a return hug. It's a little difficult, given how his arms are half-pinned to his sides.]

I promise I won't disappear if you let go, Diana.

[mythically]

I'm not sure if I believe you.

_{( but she lets go anyway, keeping one hand resting against his shoulder. )}

[bolthead]

You could use the lasso; I'm sure that would settle things.

[But he doesn't move, content to remain where he is next to her.]

Have you talked to everyone else?

[mythically]

Kal found me, and Arthur. I got a basic roster from the two of them.

Looks like we're having something of a reunion.