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[ironwood]

TEST DRIVE MEME - TU SHANSHU EDITION!

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1. A Chance Meeting at the Turtle's Head.
   Remember, being here causes a great sense of-- well, shall we say inner peace.
2. Haggling Over Something in the Marketplace!
   Maybe someone else saw the exact same shiny thing you did at the exact same moment! However shall this be resolved? Remember: blood is extremely hard to scrub off of turtleshell!
3. Hey, I Just Met You, and This is Crazy...
   First impressions are always the most important, right?
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   Go nuts. Suddenly your character is fighting dragons! Good God, they've found the Millennium Falcon drifting in the ocean! Do you really feel the need to polish every paving stone in the Earth Sector? Please note, Wildcard options are also what you can choose to do if you aren't yet comfortable in the Tu Shanshu setting and would prefer a more 'dear-mun' esque experience. Please specify in your post!

Comments

[trustbutverify]

Laurel.

[Surprise was an understatement. She looked the other woman up and down several times. It was only thanks to seeing Oliver already that she was even willing to believe it.]

You look so... [Old? Different? Relaxed?] ...blonde.

[raptorcanaria]

[Please don't call her old? Thanks.

Dinah doesn't correct the name choice, it doesn't seem relevent just now, when she's already introduced herself as Dinah.]

I started dying it a few years ago, it seems more me. You don't like it?

[Suddenly her opinion matters.]

[trustbutverify]

[Consider it done.]

[The name had just slipped out, having known Laurel Dinah for several years. She had always been so good for Oliver, she thought. A mother's bias, perhaps, but there was a subtle feeling of warmth inside to know the two of them had finally worked things out in at least one universe.]

It suits you.

Dare I ask what my son thinks of it?

[raptorcanaria]

[Well.

The first time they made love after she had it done, he tried to tear it off, thinking it was a wig. That's sadly where Dinah's brain goes.]

You know, I never really asked his opinion? I assume he likes it.

[She gestures over her shoulder at the cafe.]

You want to come inside, get an appetizer? You know what his time keeping skills are like.

[trustbutverify]

[She would greatly appreciate you keeping that bit of information to yourself, Dinah. She loves you and she loves Oliver, but she doesn't need to know the details as to how you love each other....]

I don't suppose a very tall glass of wine comes with that deal?

[raptorcanaria]

I don't see why it wouldn't.

[She opens the door into the cafe and stands aside to let Moira pass.]

Though I should warn you - the wine doesn't come from grapes. It's tasty enough, though.

[trustbutverify]

As long as it's in a chilled glass, I wouldn't care if it was made from raisins.

[A burst of fresh air hit her the moment they stepped inside the cafe. Fresh, sugary air. The smell of baked sweets permeating the entire room. It was quite nice, actually. Different than what she was used to. Quaint.]

I can't remember the last time I came to eat in a place like this.

[raptorcanaria]

[Right, of course. Because Ollie's parents were presumably better at holding on to money than he is, and ate at better places.]

That's probably because there isn't a place like this on Earth. Mrs. Queen, the food you're about to taste is out of this world.

[As long as that doesn't have to mean good. She grabs the attention of one of the waiting kedan and they take a table near the window.]

[trustbutverify]

[gdi, Ollie Actually, that much would have surprised her. For all that he had changed ever since returning home, one skill about him that Moira had slowly begun to admire was his new responsibilities in starting up that night club business of his. A little too into his old element, maybe, but it had already taught him so much about things he had once taken for granted.]

Somehow, I find that less reassuring than probably intended.

[She took a seat, side-eying the chairs. And the table. And, really, everything else. When it came time to place an order, she made no move to conceal her desire for alcohol. The coldest bottle they had, preferably. She made sure there was more than enough money in her pocket to cover the cost, considering it was supposed to last her for who knows how long?]

[raptorcanaria]

I was going more for dry irony.

[Dinah sits at the table much more casually, smiling at the waiter and ordering a drink and some appetizers for them both with enthusiasm. The food's not amazing during rationing, but she knows what is good.]

So, I guess I should admit here that I know very little about you. Which doesn't appear to be mutual?

[trustbutverify]

Apparently not.

I've known you and your father for years, Laurel. Though I can't say he was much of a fan of our family.

[raptorcanaria]

You knew my Dad?

[She lets 'Laurel' drop again at this revelation. Not only is Moira alive, but an acquaintance of Dinah's family? She's surprised, and it's obvious.]

[trustbutverify]

[Habit.]

[Though she couldn't help raising an eyebrow at the deliberate past tense.]

I still do.

[In other words, the man was very much still alive. As far as she knew.]

[raptorcanaria]

[Moira being alive was one thing. Dinah never knew her to miss her, and could only understand in the abstract what Ollie must be going through.

Her father being alive...

...she covers her mouth with the fingers of one hand, for a few seconds speechless.]

He's alive?

[trustbutverify]

Can't seem to get rid of him.

[Despite her animosities towards the Police Sergeant...there is a warm fondness in her tone as she watches Laurel Dinah's expression.]

I take it he's not where and when you're from?

[raptorcanaria]

No.

[But neither is Moira, for that matter.]

I was fifteen. He... the job got him.

[Admittedly not his job. But people who know what business Dinah and Olle are in know what is meant by 'the job.']

[trustbutverify]

[Moira...did not know. At all. She didn't have the slightest clue, and it showed in her eyes.]

I'm so sorry to hear that.

It sounds to me like he was a dedicated Police Officer in any universe. You should be proud.

[raptorcanaria]

[Well, that clears a couple of things up: Larry Lance was a police officer, and Moira doesn't jump to 'Justice Society' reasons for 'the job.']

He was.

Better than Gotham's finest deserved, I know that.

[trustbutverify]

Gotham?

[Why did it feel like they were having two different conversations.]

We don't live in Gotham. We live in Starling City.

[raptorcanaria]

Star - I'm sorry, Starling City?

[Wait, that makes even less sense than anything.]

Northern California?

[trustbutverify]

Yes. That's the one.

Is that so strange?

[raptorcanaria]

It's called Star City at home.

[Dinah shakes her head at the strangeness of the multiverse.]

Of all the random differences.

[trustbutverify]

[Random, indeed.]

Are you sure we're talking about the same place anymore?

[raptorcanaria]

No, not really.

But if that's your city and that's Oliver's city, then I can't imagine him anywhere else.

[trustbutverify]

It's the only City we've ever called home.

I raised both my children there. Saw them become wonderful, beautiful adults. For all the horrible things that have happened to us in the last five years...it's that fact alone that often keeps me going.

[One could not deny that everything she had done since, for better or worse, had been for her children.]