[voice]

[oedipusrat]

Oof, my dear City, you weren't lying when you mentioned repeatedly how such strange things have a habit of happening without warning! Not that I doubted it, after arriving, but one really has to see these things with their own eyes to understand, and understand I do. Or rather, I think I do.

I haven't been here long enough to know, but I am thinking that keeping some connections to our lives before must help, hm? Such little things like--celebrating a holiday. For a few moments, it might feel like we're not even here. Or do you suppose that letting go of all of it for something new is a better coping mechanism? I'd love to hear all about it.

Oh--and James, no need to fret and fuss and worry so! I should hope the city will never tire of me so quickly.

Comments

permavoice;

[hexappeal]

It's subjective and situational.

[oedipusrat]

No daily little coping mechanism to fall back on?

[hexappeal]

Alternate universes are kind of my thing. And when you're about to hit the three year mark, if you had a coping mechanism it would be kind of sad and pitiful.

[oedipusrat]

Three years...that's very impressive. Better that you have people to share the time with.

[hexappeal]

Plenty of folk from my home world are here, so I'm pretty lucky in that regard.

[oedipusrat]

But you've also gained many acquaintences here, I should hope!

[hexappeal]

No, of course not! I'm a bitter loner!

[oedipusrat]

The miser pushing everyone away, of course, I should have guessed! Silly me, making all those assumptions.

[hexappeal]

Yes. I dislike even talking to you, but the one thing I like more than being left alone is adding my two cents to any conversation.

[oedipusrat]

Careful, you're going to hurt my feelings and simply shatter my weak heart.

[hexappeal]

You won't be the first or the last, honey. Just don't fall for famous gals and you'll be fine.

[oedipusrat]

Am I talking to someone I shouldn't fall for, then?

[hexappeal]

I'm nothing but trouble.

[oedipusrat]

And I'm sure all the bad little boys want a piece of you.

[hexappeal]

Enough of them do. I can't blame them for that fault, though.

[oedipusrat]

Can nobody tame that wild heart of yours? [Like he doesn't already know about James. But let's be honest, Zee's the one taming him.]

[hexappeal]

Many have tried, few have succeeded. [They kept it quiet for a long while, but they're pretty public. You can't go to a grocery store without seeing them on a rag mag holding hands or something like that.]

[oedipusrat]

[Cuties~] I won't steal you away from the few who can. But I can't say I don't want to meet the woman who has our darling James curled around her pinky.

[hexappeal]

My, my. My reputation -- relationship, actually -- precedes me.

If you want to meet, all you have to do is ask, you know. I make my own hours and can leave whenever I like. [Usually without a word to her crew, whoops?]

[oedipusrat]

I can't say that I know much of your reputation. Perhaps you can fix that grave injustice.

Oof, that boyfriend of yours is going to make such a fuss. Maybe you should leave him at home.

[hexappeal]

Zatanna Zatara, magician extraordinaire. Member of the Justice League, leader of the Sentinels of Magic, and all around swell gal with great gams.

[Her shrug is practically audible.] We don't live together and he doesn't work with me, so that isn't a problem. Beside that, he knows he can trust me -- and my hands -- not to wander. Too much, anyway.

[oedipusrat]

['Swell gal with great gams' who even says things like that? Silva has to wonder what time period she's from. But maybe that's for the whole magician...routine.]

You'll probably find it's not your hands he'll worry about, but I can promise, Miss Zatara, that I can be a perfect gentleman.

Shall we have a drink, then? Dinner? Lunch? A chance meeting in the park with none of the trappings of wining and dining?

[hexappeal]

[2010. Or maybe 2009? Idk. I can't remember what year it was when she was canon-updated! Either way, she loves Vaudeville, it loves her, get used to it, etc!!]

No, no. One should always worry about my hands, I'm afraid. I am a magician, after all. [A beat.] Zatanna is fine. Ms. Zatara is for business meetings and scuzzballs.

A chance meeting at a frozen yogurt place might just be fine with me.

[oedipusrat]

I hope your hands aren't going to skill themselves in picking my pockets. Rabbits out of hats is fine enough. [Because magic isn't real right except for those magical wards that mean he can't get through James' door :ccc]

Frozen yogurt with Zatanna it is, then. Perhaps you'll conjure up a few delightful flavours to try~

[hexappeal]

I'm afraid that unless you tell me something I want is in those pockets, I won't be doing so.

[She rolls her eyes and you might even be able to hear it, if you try hard enough!] If I'm conjuring, I'm not paying.

Just name a day and a time.