WHO: Thais + Open WHAT: Rift closure, quarantine WHEN: Enthusiastically handwaves this WHERE: Free Marches NOTES: Editing in starters as I go, HMU on plurk or Discord if you want something custom.
The work in question is such a radical change from the work she'd been doing most recently in her world, it very nearly feels like cheating. Like one of the secretaries from Themyscira's old Embassies is going to walk through the door at any moment with a stack of papers for her to see and half a dozen phone calls on hold.
As it is... She's going to consult on a party theme. She's not surprised another person is there to assist, but still. There's some bemusement in her tone when she asks, "Are you with me then?"
The bemusement does not go anywhere and she adds an arched eyebrow at Thais. She takes the offered hand more as an acceptance of comradery than need for help. It'll probably be much nicer to have company along.
"Diana," she answers, settling herself onto the ferry with an easy grace despite having to arrange her long skirt. She'd chosen a loose, flowing gown, belted at the waist by a gold rope (that was very normal and did not glow) under a long cape. She's thankful at least one region of this world apparently had similar sensibilities to the Grecian influences on Themyscira. Convincing a society lady of the era that Riftwatch was not, in fact, involved in questionable sexual acts and that a party reflecting such would not be appropriate seemed enough of a challenge without laboring under the heavy skirts and tight bodices Wyesteria Poppell seemed to favor.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Thias. And to have you along, even if it is unexpected." And slightly ominous, with the all will fall into place.
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let's go plan a party thias
As it is... She's going to consult on a party theme. She's not surprised another person is there to assist, but still. There's some bemusement in her tone when she asks, "Are you with me then?"
perfect
The ferry bobs close. She heaves onto it, extends a hand backward to clasp: An arm up, should Diana desire.
"Thais," An introduction. "How ought I address —?"
no subject
"Diana," she answers, settling herself onto the ferry with an easy grace despite having to arrange her long skirt. She'd chosen a loose, flowing gown, belted at the waist by a gold rope (that was very normal and did not glow) under a long cape. She's thankful at least one region of this world apparently had similar sensibilities to the Grecian influences on Themyscira. Convincing a society lady of the era that Riftwatch was not, in fact, involved in questionable sexual acts and that a party reflecting such would not be appropriate seemed enough of a challenge without laboring under the heavy skirts and tight bodices Wyesteria Poppell seemed to favor.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Thias. And to have you along, even if it is unexpected." And slightly ominous, with the all will fall into place.