11460/Wonder Who: Something is Afoot

Wonder Who: Something is Afoot
Date of Scene:	10 May 2020
Location:	Mario's Italian Restaurant, Metropolis
Synopsis:	Thanks to the efforts of Lois Lane, Slipstream and Superman, the truth has been revealed. Diana is not who she seems!
Cast of Characters:	Wonder Woman, Lois Lane, Superman, Slipstream
Tinyplot:	Wonder Who

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Wonder Woman has posed:
After having received the invitation, Diana had responded in the affirmative column. She enjoyed those finer things in life. Good food, good wine. Good company was on the list and these were her friends so it was perfect. She had suggested a little Italian place she knew of, having been in the mood for something from that side of the planet. She'd have suggested going directly to Italy but that might have seemed too frivolous. Better to stick with a place that was close, considering Mario had immigrated to this country. It was as close to perfect as it could be.

She was already seated at the best table in the restaurant, off in a corner and well away from the hustle and bustle of the kitchen door. Dressed in a designer outfit, her purse hanging from the strap off the back of her chair. Her hair was in an up-do, obviously having recently been styled. She had a lovely pink polish on her nails. There was already a glass of red wine on the table in front of her, the bottle sitting nearby for refills.

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois Lane had invited Clark and Diana to lunch with her. Why? Because she wanted to 'get to know ' Diana a bit better. Why Clark and not Superman? Well, this was already high profile, no need to make it more so. Besides, Clark was a reporter too, hey, maybe he'd be a good 'distraction.'

Of course she had contacted Superman too and hopefully he is on standby, although...She still had her suspicions..She arrives a few minutes after Diana, dressed in an elegant grey pinstripe skirt suit, a bit more fashionable than work wear but still a bit business like. Her shoulder length dark hair is left loose and she wears light make up.

"Good afternoon, Diana! How are you? I hope we're not too late, traffic and all."

Superman has posed:
Glasses. Navy blue suit. Dark blue tie. Hair combed differently. This was Clark Kent, the reporter for the Daily Planet and young man from Smallville. When he received the invitation from Lois, he jumped at the chance to spend time with her in his other guise. He was there to back up the lead, Lois Lane, and so, wore his best tie.

Superman in the meantime had received Lois' note as well, and was indeed standing on "stand by" ready to go. He was ready to come up with some excuse, but if it came down to people being hurt, or sacrificing his identity, than he knew what he would have to do.

Not saying anything as he follows behind Lois, Clark pushes his glasses back up on his nose with his right index finger, and manages a weak smile for Diana, playing it shy.

Wonder Woman has posed:
As they both arrive, Diana gives them a bright smile. "Lois. Clark. So good to see you both." She rises to her feet, stepping out from behind the table. She offers Clark a handshake and, if allowed, gives Lois a little hug with a kiss on each cheek. Someone has been in Europe recently or has been watching too many movies.

Then she moves back to her seat, a quick unconscious touch of the purse to be sure it is still in place. She settles back in, leaning her arms lightly on the edge of the table which causes the sleeves of her blouse to fall back, revealing the wristbands she is known for. Her other items must be present as well.

"I was so excited to see the invitation. It's been forever since I saw you both, it feels like. Outside the attempts to get interviews." She sort of rolls her eyes at the idea of that. "Those get so bothersome sometimes so it is nice to be invited to something social instead."

Slipstream has posed:
So where is Drake during all of this? Definitely not under the table. Somehow, he was able to pick up a 'uniform' for this fancy establishment. He is wearing a button down black, long sleeved shirt, black pants and his hair is slicked back with gel. Instead of brown eyes, he is sporting some bright blue ones. In his hands is a pad ot take orders on. He pushes a dessert cart about the room, speaking clear Italian at times to impress the customers and to woo a few ladies in an attempt to purchase some Italian delicacies.

Universal translators from the future to borrow is really cool.

As he passes by 'their' table, he keeps a bit of distance, not making eye contact outside of a side glance towards Clark. Wow. THE Clark Kent. Straight from the holovids.

Okay, Slipstream. Now is not a time to get fanboyish or giddy. You have a mission to do! He clears his throat as he speaks once more to another table.

"Ciao bella. Vuoi dei canoli? Sono fatti a mano dallo stesso Mario." He says with a roguish grin upon his face. The lady at the table giggles, leaning forward to look over the items.

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois Lane smiles brightly at Diana, returning the hug, "Wow, look at you! You look amazing!" she does note the bag, how protectively she holds it but says nothing, "Yes, definitely, it's always nice to see you in town, and I've been eager to catch up with you. I know you and Superman are close.."

She sits down again, straightening her skirt. "So how have you been? Visited Europe have you?" she nods, "Do t worry, we'll try to keep this low key. Even if we're both reporters, I'd like to keep this casual and social.."

Superman has posed:
Clark Kent stands back, and watches as Lois and Diana start to chat. Then, he shakes Diana's hand, while saying, "It is good to see you again, Diana." Smiling, he maneuvers around to try and pull Lois' seat out from the table, and then wait for her to sit before pushing it into the table like a true gentleman.

However, this time, she was too fast for him! Clark did a good recovery though. He didn't trip, fall, push to hard, too little, or not at all. It went perfect...for Clark. Except, she had gotten there on her own. Nope, he didn't look uncomfortable at all. All part of the show.

"Yes. Interviews." Clark waits for a second or two, before taking a seat as well. "I know they can be bothersome as you say, but the people want to know! So we try and get through them as best as possible and appreciate your help." Clark sits down at the table after a quick sideways glance at Drake, then looks at Diana with as much warmth as he could muster as Lois continues.

Wonder Woman has posed:
"Is it that obvious? I had wanted some good kielbasa and the best place to get it is from the source, right? So I spent the last couple of weeks touring through Europe. Some amazing wines that I got to sample while there. Bought a few bottles that were too good to pass up, no matter the cost." Diana seems more than willing to chat and throw information around. Yet, she is very anti interviews, which is unusual for her. She used to be more open about them but in the last year has been a bit less so. Strange indeed.

When Lois glances away, she shares a knowing grin with Clark as she continues. "Yes, I am very close to Superman. Sadly, not as close as one might like. Seems someone else has his heart." She winks at Clark then focuses back on Lois. "So congrats to the lucky gal."

It's her. But it isn't her. Something just is not quite right. The way she speaks, the abbreviated forms of words, the open flirtiness. "You should really try the veal parmesan here. Melt in your mouth tender. It's to die for." Yet, Diana is a vegetarian to those who know her.

Slipstream has posed:
It looks like Drake was able to make another sale at the table nearby. He puts on quite a show of his fluent Italian, winking at the lovely ladies who are gathered for a pre-bachelorette party. He is able to sell seven canolis! Who doesn't like a good old fashioned canoli? As he scribbles the order down on the pad of paper, he keeps his head ducked away from the target table that is filled with superheroes. He may be in 'disguise', but this is more of a 'Clark' disguise rather than a secret spy disguise.

Though let's be real here, D-list Superheroes aren't really recognized, even by their peers out of costume.

As he swivels himself about the table, his eyes glance towards the purse now and then, watching, waiting for Diana to lean forward at times so that he may strike. As he pushes the cart once more, he glances down to his bracelet as he nudges his sleeve up, then taps it. It's showtime.

CLANK! THUD! SMASH! Something is happening in the kitchen. There is lots of angry Italian being shouted. Confusion. Panic.

Superman has posed:
Listening to Diana, Clark nods, not interrupting. Then, when she speaks about Superman, and winks at him, he clears shis throat, trying to appear slightly embarrassed. "Um. Right. I imagine so." His glance at Lois is pricesless, as if not wanting to appear jealous or uncomfortable, but failing miserably. "Lucky. She is. Right Lois?"

Clark frowns, absorbing everything. Superman aka Clark Kent knows her. But doesn't. It was like his instincts was telling him something was off. "Veal? I am surprised to hear that Diana. I thought you were not a person who ate...anything like that."

Knowing the next steps of the plan, Clark doesn't lok at Drake, maintaining his composure. "I'm sure you meant you heard it was good from someone you know, right?" Was it ready to go time?

Wonder Woman has posed:
That gets a stare from Diana for a long moment then a furrowing of the brow. "I...oh yes. I have heard about it. From a friend. I only eat the eggplant one. No meat." His statement triggered something in her memory, getting it back on track. Yet, the little look of distaste when she mentions eggplant instead cannot be missed.

She looks around for the server just as the young man with the dessert cart passes the opposite way. Then there is the loud crashing from the kitchen and a lot of words that would make some people blush if they were understood. Of course, she understands them and she frowns. "Seems that someone just spilled an entire pot of sauce all over the kitchen floor. It will be a few minutes before we can get our order in." She sighs, leaning forward and picking up her wine glass to take a long swig.

Slipstream has posed:
The sounds from the kitchen continue to get louder as it seems that something is barreling through it. Hopefully it's just pots and pans and not actual food. Someone is yelling ROBOT! ROBOT! In Italian.

When it seems that Drake's window opens up, he steps away from the cart, pushing himself through his speed powers as the world goes 'blue' around him. He zips forward, the world moving in slow motion around him as his hand whips out to snag the purse off the chair in a fluid manner, then once more blinks away back towards the cart, leaving behind a half second of blue contrail in his wake.

Blink and you may miss it! He is traveling at the speed of sound afterall.

He tucks the purse against his chest as he moves forward with the cart, looking to head in the opposite direction where the bathrooms wait, clear across the resturant.

Superman has posed:
Clark watches all of this carefully. Using his super hearing, he of course heard the whole situation in the kitchen as well, but Diana again says something that seems wrong somehow. Perhaps he hadn't noticed this because he was in a bad situation for months, but this did, indeed, feel wrong. Lois and Drake were right. They would have to take action.

When Drake arrives on scene, Clark watches as his super senses try and keep up with the speedster. If he didn't get it just right, the "speed of mercury" might just catch him, and then it would go from bad to worse, really fast.

Clark was ready to make sure that nothing happened to Drake. His getting away with the "purse" was as important as finding out what exactly was going on...and finding the real Diana.

Wonder Woman has posed:
"And something about robots. By Hera, what is going on in there?" Diana asks outloud as she turns to look at the kitchen again. It gives plenty of time for Drake's snatch and grab. As she is leaning forward with her wine in hand, she doesn't noticed although her head jerks to the side a moment as something seems off. She can't place it. Just like something happened but she caught it peripherally so she isn't sure what it was.

"Do you think it's an attack?" she asks as she leans back, reaching to put a hand in her purse to grab the one weapon she carries at all times. And finding her purse missing.

One moment she is sitting there curious, the next she is leaping to her feet and almost upending the table in the process.

"Where is my purse?!"

Slipstream has posed:
Push. Push. Push. Push. Drake is pushing this cart at a brisk pace, trying not to look over his shoulder and ensuring that the purse is tucked agianst his chest. "Ciao." He says to another waiter that he passes by, who gives him a quick double glance over his shoulder.

Sparing a glance over towards the table, not that far from the exit, he gives a loud whistle. "You mean this purse?! Arrivederci!" With that, he lets go of the cart, then blurs forward once more out the emergency exit that leads to the parking lot. There is a burst of blue contrail as he moves, barreling for his life.

Superman has posed:
Clark Kent gets up as the whole scene starts to get chaotic. Looking at Lois, he knows that the only way he is changing into his other suit was if she wasn't noticing right yet. "I'm not sure...did you say robots? We might be under attack...I don't know. Lois, maybe we should find somewhere safer to observe and makes notes!"

Clark watches as the purse is taken, and Drake heads towards the bathrooms with it, hopefully where there are less people to have to deal with, and keep safe. "A purse? I think that blur just took it that way." Clark nods towards the emergency exit and the direction of Drake's passage.

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois Lane had rushed off to the washroom somewhere during the chaos, which would explain her sudden silence. She returns several minutes later, looking stressed, "Oh, my apologies, that weird waiter must have spilled something on my shirt. It took a while to get this spicy sauce out..Think it's all gone now."

She frowns, glancing at Clark, "Robots!? Where? You're right, we should go someplace safe, but..Achoo!" she sniffles, eyes watering, "Think there was red pepper in that sauce, I'm allergic to red pepper..Need water.." she sniffles, eyes red. hopefully she can stall Diana just a bit to let slipstream find that rope.

Wonder Woman has posed:
"Here." Diana shoves the bottle of wine toward Lois. "Not water but..."

Then Drake calls out his departing shot and Clark gives her a helpful nudge in that direction. Verbally at least. "Sonofa..."

Such language from Diana as she is gone at her own top speed, that table toppling this time as she shoves it out of her way to chase after the speedster.

"Give me back that purse or I will mount your head on a spike outside the Embassy as a warning to others!" She taps into her own super speed, heading outdoors and prepared to get back what is hers.

Slipstream has posed:
Shit. That sounded like she actually meant it. Drake likes his head! Attached to his neck!

The doors blast open as Slipstream vibrates across the parking lot, zipping in quick shunts as he leaps over a car, then slides along the hood of another as he moves.

"ThatsoundsreallyscarybutIcan'treallystoprightnowpleasedon'tkillme!"

As he moves, he darts his hand into the purse, wrapping it around the handle of the glowing gold rope. He drops the purse and slams on the brakes, skidding across the pavement as he wheels himself around to face her, whipping the rope about swiftly in his hands as if he was a cowboy. There is a blue glow in his eyes as he faces down the greatest warrior woman who has ever walked the planet.

"Yeet."

Superman has posed:
While the wine was making its way towards Lois, somehow it tips, and spills all over Clark. Sputtering, Clark says, "Ah! I need to get this cleaned up fast or it will stain! I'll be back Lois! Don't follow Diana, you might get hurt!" Gone, he was rushing through the bathroom door, thankfully, the right one. Mens.

Quickly, as fast as he could, his clothes were gone replaced by his costume in the blink of an eye. Thankfully, the bathroom window was open, so in a flash, he was outside and flying towards the front of the building where Drake was about to meet Diana in the hard way as fast as he could. Well, as fast as he could while not causing any issues.

Coming around the corner to the scene where Drake stops, turns, and faces Diana, Superman takes a quick moment to go, "This can't go well..."

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois Lane frowns a bit, arching a brow, "Wine? Really..?" and then Clark clutzes out as usual and she smirks, "Riight, you'd better clean that up then.." with a sigh, she watches as Clark runs off in one direction, Diana in the other. "Well, you don't really expect me to stay out with all this chaos going on, I'm gonna nab me the story of the century!"

With a wry smile, she climbs to her feet, pulling out her camera and following after Diana. No doubt Superman will be there too...Funny how he always shows up right when Clark runs off..Eyes narrow. Funny indeed..

Wonder Woman has posed:
"Little boy, I am giving you one chance," Diana warns as she stops about twenty feet from the thief, watching as he does his best to use the lasso. She stands there calmly facing him, her hair having fallen down during the rush to catch him. It falls down past her shoulders, shifting in the slight breeze. Despite the fact she's in slacks and a blouse, she is still somehow intimidating. She kicks off her heels, opting to be barefoot for better fighting.

"Drop it there now and I won't tear you apart."

Then she notices that movement and tilts her head. Having heard the flapping of the cape in the wind or the movement of the air. She's been known to fight blind so sensing the arrival of her teammate isn't surprising. "Superman. Glad you are here to help me. Let's teach this thief a lesson."

Slipstream has posed:
"I don't bow down to false Gods, or false Goddesses."

OH. DAMN. Give Drake an award for burn of the freaking year. At least it sounded slick coming out of his mouth. He's probably going to lose all his teeth and half his jaw for that one. But, hey, there's Superman!

He takes a few steps back as he bends his knees a bit, grooving one foot behind him into the ground for a kick off. He sizes Wonder Woman up, then gives a tilt of his head over towards Supes. "Dang, looks like you got me." He says as he holds the rope off to one side, letting it dangle. It can easily be grabbed if Superman goes for it.

Superman has posed:
Arriving on scene, Superman flies closer, and takes a moment to say, "Sounds good to me Wonder Woman." Suddenly near Drake, Superman lands, and offers his hand to take the lasso, feeling it in his hand. "Smart call villain. This wasn't a very good idea at all. Here you go Wonder Woman."

Superman walks three steps towards Diana, offering the lasso, and then suddenly, he kicks in his super speed, wrapping the lasso around Diana's wrist in a split second. "Wonder Woman! Do not resist. Surrendur! We are going to get to the bottom of this whole situation right now, starting with..."

"Who are you and what has happened to the real Diana, aka Wonder Woman?"

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois Lane slips out quietly, watching the whole thing and taking a few choice photographs. "Wow..." she murmurs softly, doing her best to stay out of the line of fire, "Superman versus Wonder Woman. This is big.." eyes widen as Superman slips the lasso over the fake Diana, and she mentally crosses her fingers. Let's hope this works!

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana would have resisted those orders. She would have fought back and tried her best to get loose, to beat Superman and Slipstream down. She recognized the young man now. She'd met him a couple of times.

But this wasn't Diana.

"Oh thank Susanoo, someone finally figured it out," she muttered, immediately slumping her shoulders a little and breathing out a heartfelt sigh. "I'm her replacement. Or was. Until Susanoo disappeared and stopped making sure I had her memories and things started going all caddywampus up here." She started to move the hand that had the lasso around and thought better of it. Instead she used her free hand to tap her temple meaningfully.

"Diana is elsewhere. Some little island that isn't on the maps. Cause it was created to hold her." She waves the free hand in the air as though it isn't a big deal.

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh, sweet. I'm not being punched in the face."

Drake unbuttons his shirt, revealing his blue and silver uniform beneath as he wiggles out of it, then folds it up in his hands.

"I feel a lot better knowing that I didn't look stupid in front of Superman. That woulda been a hot take if you actually /were/ the real Wonder Woman. I'd have pissed my tights and retired to working as a cashier at Mickey D's for the rest of my life."

Snowball finally makes her way over to them, dooting away as she circles Drake a few times playfully. "You did great, S-B. Did you get me some canoli?" DOOT! "Sweet. You're the best."

Superman has posed:
Superman looks around, and can see people starting to get interested in what was going on. Looking at Lois and Drake, Superman says, "We need to do this somewhere else. Now." Looking at "Diana", Superman says, "I didn't figure it out. Lois Lane and Slipstream did. They filled me in. You have them to thank for this."

"Caddywampus...interesting. Susanoo has a lot to answer for. First things first. We need to get to a safe place so you can fill us in on everything. And tell us where exactly this island is you mentioned." Nodding, Superman says, "Well done Slipstream. Ms. Lane. Thank you."

Slipstream has posed:
"No problem, Superman! It was an honor to superhero team up with you." Drake says as he whips off the slacks, pulling one leg free, then the other. He obviously has his super-bottoms (TM) on. They're just the rest of his blue and silver uniform. "If you need me for anything else, you got my number."

Tapping a few times on his bracelet, he clears his throat. "Seacrest, out!"

With that, he shimmers in a blue light, then teleports upwards into the sky with a ripple of burning o-zone. Whoosh! Time to watch The Real Housewives of Krypton, Season 4, on space TV.