[Once the shock of waking up in what was certainly not her own bed, house, or possibly dimension has worn off (or at least taken a backseat), Diana makes it a point to put on some of the clothes in her closet and head out to explore the neighborhood. Despite the strangeness of this all, she can't help but feel curious as to how they all got here, who brought them, and why. She's certain most of the other new "residents" are having thoughts along the same lines. She greets anyone she comes across with a gentle smile, and for once it isn't an act. This can't be easy on any of them, and though she has questions, she doesn't want to rattle anyone further.]
How are you holding up?
[Later in the day, she can be found at the Blue Moon Diner, dipping fries in a chocolate milkshake before eating them as she reads a local newspaper. Well, if one can call it that; there don't seem to be many articles of substance in the entire thing. It's full of fluff pieces about how Officer Bradley rescued little Joey's cat from a tree, or hooligans vandalizing so-and-so's garden. The only familiar piece is about the erection of the Berlin Wall, but even that isn't much to go on.
She also frequents the library, combing through the books for anything useful. While there are several classics she's a fan of, but those aren't going to help her find her way out of this place. When she comes across the stained glass window with the inscription--Sapientia et veritas, esse tuum gladium et scutum--she can't help but smile, standing there looking at it for a little longer than might seem normal.
By the time the tree lighting ceremony rolls around, Diana is there in the crowd, once again dressed inconspicuously as she listens to the presentation. A slight frown crosses her lips at the mayor's speech, but she wipes it away and replaces it with a pleasant smile once the meeting ends. She gets in line for the trees, which only brings the frown right back.]
... Seriously? Are there no real trees for sale?
ii. and hearts will be glowing [christmas village]
[This is--new. She'd been trying to return to her own "home," but had some how ended up in a literal winter wonderland. She explores cautiously, eventually finding the ice skating pond, and deciding she might as well give it a try. Diana isn't the most graceful skater out there, but she can at least start and stop without falling on her face. If she sees someone faceplant, she'll glide up and try to lend them a hand; hopefully they won't both end up on the ice.
Eventually, she ends up in the bar, munching on pretzels and almost morosely sipping on her mead. But she tries to bear it with a smile, since bars are such a good place to pick up information. She won't shoo anyone away from her table, and if she sees a mildly familiar face, she'll wave them over to join her.]
iii. when loved ones are near [the gala]
[An event like this is much more in Diana's wheelhouse than some of the other things happening around Santa Rosita. She's sure to dress the part, sticking with just one color in a dress cut similarly to something she'd wear in more modern times. She's cautious around the food and punch, intermittently taking small bites of everything, but none of it seems to be harmful.
She catches sight of Harding in the back with his flask, and chuckles with amusement, commenting:]
I wish I'd thought of that.
[Later in the evening, she'll try to snoop around town hall, slipping out of the reception to see what she can see in the darkened hallways. It isn't much, but it's worth a look.]
iv. it's the most wonderful time of the year [wildcard]
[ooc; i'm down for anything! please see my plotting comment here, and pm me or hit me up on plurk at watchet for anything specific!]
diana prince | dceu
[Once the shock of waking up in what was certainly not her own bed, house, or possibly dimension has worn off (or at least taken a backseat), Diana makes it a point to put on some of the clothes in her closet and head out to explore the neighborhood. Despite the strangeness of this all, she can't help but feel curious as to how they all got here, who brought them, and why. She's certain most of the other new "residents" are having thoughts along the same lines. She greets anyone she comes across with a gentle smile, and for once it isn't an act. This can't be easy on any of them, and though she has questions, she doesn't want to rattle anyone further.]
How are you holding up?
[Later in the day, she can be found at the Blue Moon Diner, dipping fries in a chocolate milkshake before eating them as she reads a local newspaper. Well, if one can call it that; there don't seem to be many articles of substance in the entire thing. It's full of fluff pieces about how Officer Bradley rescued little Joey's cat from a tree, or hooligans vandalizing so-and-so's garden. The only familiar piece is about the erection of the Berlin Wall, but even that isn't much to go on.
She also frequents the library, combing through the books for anything useful. While there are several classics she's a fan of, but those aren't going to help her find her way out of this place. When she comes across the stained glass window with the inscription--Sapientia et veritas, esse tuum gladium et scutum--she can't help but smile, standing there looking at it for a little longer than might seem normal.
By the time the tree lighting ceremony rolls around, Diana is there in the crowd, once again dressed inconspicuously as she listens to the presentation. A slight frown crosses her lips at the mayor's speech, but she wipes it away and replaces it with a pleasant smile once the meeting ends. She gets in line for the trees, which only brings the frown right back.]
... Seriously? Are there no real trees for sale?
ii. and hearts will be glowing [christmas village]
[This is--new. She'd been trying to return to her own "home," but had some how ended up in a literal winter wonderland. She explores cautiously, eventually finding the ice skating pond, and deciding she might as well give it a try. Diana isn't the most graceful skater out there, but she can at least start and stop without falling on her face. If she sees someone faceplant, she'll glide up and try to lend them a hand; hopefully they won't both end up on the ice.
Eventually, she ends up in the bar, munching on pretzels and almost morosely sipping on her mead. But she tries to bear it with a smile, since bars are such a good place to pick up information. She won't shoo anyone away from her table, and if she sees a mildly familiar face, she'll wave them over to join her.]
iii. when loved ones are near [the gala]
[An event like this is much more in Diana's wheelhouse than some of the other things happening around Santa Rosita. She's sure to dress the part, sticking with just one color in a dress cut similarly to something she'd wear in more modern times. She's cautious around the food and punch, intermittently taking small bites of everything, but none of it seems to be harmful.
She catches sight of Harding in the back with his flask, and chuckles with amusement, commenting:]
I wish I'd thought of that.
[Later in the evening, she'll try to snoop around town hall, slipping out of the reception to see what she can see in the darkened hallways. It isn't much, but it's worth a look.]
iv. it's the most wonderful time of the year [wildcard]
[ooc; i'm down for anything! please see my plotting comment here, and pm me or hit me up on plurk at