4204/Red Sun, Silver Moon

Red Sun, Silver Moon
Date of Scene:	05 April 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Doctor Strange, Wonder Woman

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Doctor Strange has posed:
The door to the Sanctum Sanctorum opens to reveal the round and pleasant face of Wong. His hands clasp together and he offers Diana a polite bow.

"He is upstairs. Expecting you or is this a pleasant surprise?" Kindly, full of warmth the monk-mage straightens upright keeping the passage open for her to proceed inside if she is going to.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana is settping up to the Sanctum's front doors with a black leather jacket on, her hair tied back on the crown of her head and some black jeans and heeled boots on. Its a sunny day, but its chilly none the less. When the door thrusts open and Wong is there, Diana affords the man a large smile on her red hued lips. "Hello." She says softly to him after he speaks, her pointed chin dips and she glances past him inside. "I wanted to call ahead." She says in her thickly accented English. "But he is a difficult man to get ahold of." Her blue eyes go back to Wong. As she moves to step inside she keeps her stare on him. "I hope that you are doing well?" She asks him, hoping to be friendly and show that she indeed does care to know Wong and not just use hi mas some sort of door man.

Doctor Strange has posed:
Diana's smile is infectous clearly evident in the way Wong's manages to grow larger.

"He is indeed." The Sorcerer Supreme's friend and servant is already guiding her up the stairs, "I am very well, I was making crepes. Would you like one? I can bring one up to you if so."
The walk is comfortable and he pauses outside of a large door. Pushing it open to peer in around the corner. There is a light show, sparks fly out and what sounds like muttering.
Wong snaps his head back out and does a sweeping flourish with one hand, "He is decent and it is perhaps a good time for you to visit. A distraction maybe in order."

Stephen is inside, levitating above the ground with his ankles crossed, hands on his knees and eyes wide open, mouth likewise open as 'fire' apparently billows out of it and pours across candles in front of him, slithering like a snake through the air from one to the next. His head snaps back the glow emiting from sockets and lips fades and he lets out a long string of oaths. Unaware of anyones presence as he continues. The room is bright with candles, laid out and strewn from one end of the room to the next, on books, tabletops, end tables, even the chair arms, floor, rugs, some of them hovering in the air. Its smoky, as expected, the scent overpowering but not unpleasant.

Wonder Woman has posed:
For a woman who doesn't appear to have an extra ounce of body fat on her entire form, the thought of a sweet treat like a crepe is enough to make her almost squeal with the thought of having one. "Oo!" She says back to Wong, showcasing a big grin now. "I would loooove one." She says in that deeply husky voice of hers. "I shall have to bring something over next time I come. The Chef at the Embassy is always setting things out for guests and visitors, shame on me for not thinking of doing-so this time."

Diana falls silent again though as Wong checks on the 'Master of the House' and she's almost grinning at the sight of it. When he announces that the Doctor is decent, she nods her head in understanding once and then proceeds on inside to observe Stephen's activities.

Diana doesn't wish to interrupt so she walks slowly on the perimeter of it all while watching with great intrigue. She comes to stand then in front of a table of odds-and-ends with her hands folding together in front of her lap. Her red lips are pressed together softly and her blue eyes are on him.

She knows, he knows, she's here.

Doctor Strange has posed:
"Your chef and I should meet. Perhaps next time the master visits I will tag along if you would do me the honor." Wong's respectful step backwards gives her room to part with him, hes turning to hurry down the stairs upon her attention shift. "Then one you shall have, Princess." He is beaming at that. So bright his happiness still felt even in his vacancy.

That happiness doesn't exist inside the room though, a low exhale and then a breath as that fire wraps around the room again and vacuums back in to Strange's eyes and mouth, flaring out, shorter lived this time.
"I despise the vanilla ones." Stephen comments randomly. "Why vanilla? I mean, maybe a year ago I would have been okay with it... " A cease of his words and like hes stepping off of an invissible high chair both of his feet touch down on the ground, one after the other. Simple silken garments, a long tunic like shirt and flowy pants, he looks like hes about to go do yoga. White pants and a deep blue shirt, no cape, no excessive wizardly jewelry, rather simple and relaxed appearing.

A wave of his hand in the air and the smoke in the room collects up, swishes around and flows out the open window behind him, the candles one by one snuffing out.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana would be lying if she were to say that Strange's wizardly powers weren't entertaining to her. As a child she used to read stories of Sorcerer's and the magics they had often amused her to no end. She used to beg her mother to read her another tale of the powerful mythical sorcerer's of old, and she was generally always denied and told to 'rest now' instead.

The Amazonian Princess had seen much magic since leaving her home island, but Strange was the first who she'd gotten to see up close and personal, without the Sorcerer trying to 'kill her and her super friends too!' <insert silly laugh here>.

"I like pumpkin pie scents, myself." Diana says then as she comments on scented candles, a slight grin showing on the edge of her lips. She starts to walk forward again as one of the many trinkets in the room catches her blue eyes and she takes a moment to stare upon it. Now with her right side profile facing him she glances to her right to look at him. "I have come to check on you." She tells him. "I hope you do not mind the company." Diana turns then to fully face him, her hands still clasped together in front of her lap. "I was worried that you may have been locked away in here alone for too long." A sneaking suspicion tells the Princess that this man doesn't 'get out' a lot.

Doctor Strange has posed:
"I never struck you as a pumpkin pie sort of woman. Do they have pumpkins on your island? Do you celebrate Halloween there? The idea of you and your sisters doing the Thriller holds no end of amusement for me." The candles in the room begin to vanish, as they had been snuffed out there now blinking out or floating up to settle down on shelves along the wall.
"Beverage? Tea?"

Strange's smile grows, his brows rising up with it, "You just had to come check on me? I like the sound of that. You're bad for my ego, Diana."

"Locked away... mm, not exactly." He says, leaving that a bit of a mystery. "You can say I am getting out plenty."

"You're doing okay yourself? I am out of touch right now, you don't exactly have a facebook or twitter account I can just browse to catch updates when I'm feeling less than social but still nosy." A pause, he finds himself thinking about that realizing his sense of humor there dry as it is probably didn't parse, "It's a thing people do anymore. We've become such a sedentary people simple interaction has become a thumbs up or a thumbs down."

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana is walking toward him while he speaks and she's smiling faintly at his various quips and commentary, especially those with-regard to her. "I have been away from my island for a century now, Doctor." She tells him, her voice indicating her mood is in a good state. A happy state. "My people do not dress..." She glances down at herself in the black leather and dark jeans. "LIke this either." And then her blue eyes go back up to him and she's showing a grin. "I have adapted to my surroundings so-as to blend in." Even though she's still a six foot tall runway model who shames the visual appearances of most runway models, let alone everyone else...

A breath is taken and her upper body rises some becuase of it. "I am great, thank you for asking." She says in a delightfully casual sort of way. "My Embassy has a Facebook page and I have a lot of fan-devoted pages who give updates and I sometimes even do interviews for them." She shows a slight grin then. "Maybe I should start my own page... it is good PR, is it not?"

Diana reaches out toward a table to pick up an ornate dagger resting on a matching-ornate holder, her eye examining it... because, 'Oooo, weapon!'

Doctor Strange has posed:
"Oh. So not even the Time Warp?" Strange says, "That was actually a joke. I don't have either of those things. It's just too much to keep up with." He lets his smile falter and fall off.

"If you're wanting to be in the limelight however, yeah, social media is all the rave with kids now-a-days." A chuckle rolls free of him as she goes for the dagger.

"Careful! Thats the Athame of the Dark Nibiru or Niborum... you know, I don't really know the translation yet I am just making it up as it... " Strange winces when she clutches the dagger. It is like hes waiting for something to happen that doesn't. Even his shoulders drop back down from a reflexive 'uplift'. For some reason he looks relieved.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana knew what Thriller was, she was around in the 80s and for whatever reason that song was used a lot still for Halloween, so she knew that one. But... "Time Warp?" She asks, her dark eyebrows furrowing as she glances around. "Is it harming anyone?" Clearly naive as to what he meant while he snatches the dagger from her hands and she doesn't fight it because well, he must know its dangers better than she, and she trusts his judgment on that.

Diana's eyes do watch him as he returns the dagger though and she mouths the name of whomever he said it belonged to, but it was a strange word/name that she wasn't familiar with. "Tea would be lovely!" She says to him then with a big smile again, her hands going back into her pockets. "I have an inside source who says there may or may not be crepes in the kitchen too." And that was whispered with a light lean-in toward the Doctor, Diana giving him a little 'look' as though she were sharing a big-huge-secret!

Doctor Strange has posed:
"The Time Warp? It's a jump to the left! And then a step to the riiight... " Strange's fists and elbows rise up in the waving in small circles, it even looks like he might be moving his hips a very small 'white guy' dancing amount. "Nothing, huh? We will have to fix that one of these nights. Pencil me in for one of your upcoming Fridays."

Strange does move to take the dagger from her gently, like hes peeling a puppy free of an overzealous infant, its as it's about to lift from her fingertips that it shoost back at her. Around the pommel she'll realize there are tiny rows of teeth, jagged little things that are instantly biting on to her hands, nibbling like mad. A normal human would have blood drawn. Wonder Woman? She'll find this tickles.

"Quit that! Stop, stop it... I am really sorry, I should have warned you."
"What was the word... Pickle! Parisol... Pumpernickle."

"Wong is making crepes again" Not taking a beat in there as he goes through more words.
"Porcupine. Pantry. Pantomime."

"You know what, I am thinking thats not Niburu at all, it might be badly wording of 'Nibbler'... Athame of the Nibbler."

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana is looking at the man as he does little dance and she's trying to keep her smile at-bay, the corners of her lips showing the muslces there-in flexing to keep herself from all-out laughter at his little display. "Oh." She says, nodding two quick times. "I see then. My mistake." She was at the top of the Justice League's ladder, when she hears 'time warp' she expects... CRISIS.

"I shall have to clear the very next Friday for thi--." And thats whne the dagger is chewing on her finger and her eyes go down to watch it, her dark brows dipping on their inside curve as she's staring with intrigue and confusion, her head tilting toward her left shoulder a little. "A safety measure?" She asks then. "Amazing..." Clearly it isn't frightening her or harming her.

"I am very sorry, little pointy sir." She says to the dagger then as SHE tries to set it back down into its proper holder. "I must have disturbed your slumber, to which I am quite cranky myself when that happens." That seems hard to believe, Diana, cranky!

"Nibbler?" She then asks, looking back up to him and grinning. "Adorable..."

Doctor Strange has posed:
"Adorable, sure, if you don't like having fingernails." Strange observes, "Pinnochio!" That is the one. The rabid nibbling completely ceases the thing going dormant again.

A hand takes hers and lifts it up, inspecting her fingers one by one. "Not a single mark or blemish. Amazing." Yet, something, feels incredibly off about his touch. His fingers are /too/ soft, far too smooth. Like hands that have been washed a hundred thousand times over and never picked up a sword. Maybe there are always that way? Its just off.

"Little pointy sir gets to take a nap. A gag trinket. Probably some apprentice exam project, I'll recycle it later. Don't need it biting anyones fingers off."

He's holding her gaze and grin when she looks back up, "Did I say amazing or stunning? I meant beautiful."

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana is grinning still, but she looks a little confused when he says the magic-word. "Pinnochio?" She repeats it, though when she says the word it sounds markedly different coming off of her accent. She's then looking at his face as he inspects her hand and mutters his impressed-sounding summation of her condition.

"Why thank you." She responds to his compliment, giving her fingers against his hand a little waving motion of curling them one-by-one. Then she squeezes his hand gently. "Soft hands." She tells him. "A surgeon's touch." She knows some of his background, she was a resourceful woman after all.

She looks over then to the dagger and frowns just a hint. "I do not want to see the poor thing lose its life simply for being who it is. Surely there is a safe place for it to reside in peace and slumber as it so desires." And her blue stare goes back to the Sorcerer's own.

Doctor Strange has posed:
At repeating the word the dagger's row of teeth start to chomp again, seeking out the nearest bite-worthy object or person or really anything.

"Pinnochio." He repeats.
"Why, you're positively welcome."

A look down at his hands, the squeeze has him clearing his throat, flexing them, "Thats, well, yes, I have very sterile, clean hands but... " The mention of the dagger and her frown snaps him to and off what he is about to say, "It's technically not alive, alive, not in the sense of the word how we live, it's enchanted, animated and coded. Programmed to behave a certain way, it's got about as much complexity as a retarded house cat or a bird that flew in to a closed window one too many times."

A 'mmm' noise as if hes giving it thought then he presses the object in to her chest, "Congratulations, you are now the proud owner of one of the most wasteful uses of mystical energy I've witnessed to date."
"Remember the P word, no bright light, don't get it wet and never feed it after midnight." Only one of those any real use."

"You got to stop looking at me like that too. I am a grown ass man, not some googly eyed frat boy who just met the first cheerleader ever thats willing to let him past second base."

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana is slowly nodding her head to his rundown of the Dagger's intelligence, or lack there-of. "I see..." She's saying quietly as he explains and when he thrusts it upon her she accepts it and its stand and then does a big 'Awwwww'ing' at it. "I am going to name him Pino!" She says with far too much exuberance.

The cheerleader bit and the bit about first-base just gets a headshake from the Amazon. "I do not watch Football..." She quietly says whilst staring at her newest weapon, clearly proud to own her little retarded Pino-dagger.

Diana then looks up at him and she shows him a warm expression. "Thank you." She says, cutting through some of the silliness. "I will keep him in a safe place. At least it is a very unlikely word for anyone to mutter whilst holding onto him." She's already gender-assigned the dagger apparently. He was aggressive, irrationally so, so it must be a man-dagger.

Doctor Strange has posed:
"It's not Football... you, just, right. I'll explain another time." Strange manages, "It sounds like Wong is on his way up with the crepes."
A tap tap of two fingers on the desk and out sprouts a teacup from the wood or what appears to be it. Filled with a green brew that smells exactly like whats to be expected.

"Anyways, I had something I was about to say or do. What was it... " The Sorcerer has his back to her now and is rubbing the base of his neck. The dagger forgotten entirely, a minor relic, no real uses or special gimmicks to it.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana holds the dagger and its base in her left hand at her side now as she turns toward the direction that Wong is to come from, then back to Strange when he summons the tea cup. A light grin at the show of it on her face she steps toward his side and looks from the cup, to the Doctor and then turns around to seat herself gently on the edge of the table beside it. She reaches with her free hand to take the cup and lift it up for a sip.

"I am sorry if I have interrupted your studies, or your work, or... whatever it is that you do inside this magical place all day. In truth... I had not seen or heard from you since our dinner months ago and I was worried. I will admit it. It was a great evening, but I feel as though I overstepped my bounds on our friendship some that evening." Was she apologizing for kissing him?

Doctor Strange has posed:
A look over his shoulder and Doctor Strange is turning around, leaning towards her with one hand on the desk supporting his weight. "Once again, my ego. You're inflating it."
A squint of his eyes and hes looking at her face, "You think that was too much? Princess, we're just getting started." His chin lifts up high, his smile growing wider, "Unless this is you trying to friendzone me. Maybe I'll have to work on my referencing here."

"Fair warning though, I am an incredibly powerful wizard, the last time a girl decided I was better off being her buddy... "
His story stops, "She actually did very well for herself and married an incredibly successful periantologist that is just... hes a super nice guy. She did great for herself." A chuckle, "I suppose thats a horrible example and an even worse threat."

"Tell you what, just kiss me again and I'll tell you when I feel you're overstepping."

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana was in the process of getting over someone she lost in her past, it had only taken a hundred years to do it too, but she was still struggling a bit with it internally. "'Friendzone'." She repeats and then shakes her head and looks downward and away, then laughs softly. "No, nothing like that." She tells the Sorcerer, her eyes going back over toward him while he says the rest, and then grins at it all.

"What, right now?" She asks in regard to the kiss again request. "And miss my shot at an incredibly successful Perinatologist?" The tall woman is rising up to her heeled feet and shaking her head while muttering some barely intelligible words. "Well cannot -do that- after all, I have expensive needs to be met.."

As she's standing at her full height now she's just grinning and turning to face him. "I am sure that you understand." Oh the teasing, oh the grinning on her face to showcase it... She's a real piece of work, this Princess of Themyscira!

Doctor Strange has posed:
"Nothing like that?" Strange repeats her words, "Good then you won't mind if I steal a kiss." Unmindful that shes standing, level in height with him it makes for an easy attempt to press his lips to Diana's own.

Then... the oddest thing happens, the Sorcerer's lips actually start to fall off his face. Just dropping forward and falling down in to her cleavage. Then his eyeball rolls forward, trickles down his cheekbone and falls with a plop on to the Oriental rug under their feet. "Oh hell."

Strange's hands rise up and clasp to the sides of his head and gradually the Sorcerer Supreme starts to melt like a giant puddle of wax. Folding in against her and pooling down one leg until hes a 'Doctor Strange' colored pile at her ankles. Like someone just melted a bunch of playdough together in one rainbow soup.


"Knock knock. I have crepes!" Wong's voice through the door.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana Prince is a world renowned woman who SO MANY people would be thrilled to be in this situation with, a situation where she's leaning in to return the kiss from the man. At least until she feels his lips fall OFF and down into the hem of her black tanktop's low cut hem. Diana is then taking a step back with her eyes going to his, as the rest of him 'falls apart' in front of her.

"What in the hell." Diana utters quietly. "Wong, please come in!" She says in a voice indicating urgency. At Diana's heel-booted feet on the floor is what remains of the doctor and the woman? She's all manner of confused.

"He melted!" She says loudly, concern thick in her tone as this is a first for4 her and men... Sure she's heard the expression before, but... this is more than absurd and defies her understanding of the world!

Doctor Strange has posed:
Wong pushes the door open quickly at the urgency in his hands is a platter with plates, crepes and syrup on it as well as silverware.
"It appears he did." Hustling quickly over the man sets the tray down on the desk and kneels down to prod the Strange soup.

"It would seem the master was using a waxwork simulacron... uh hold on." A sigh from Wong and he reaches in to a pocket, unfolding a blank piece of paper, he holds it open and squeezees his eyes tight as if he will be able to see it better, "It reads... tell her shes just that hot."
"Very mature." Wong murmurs. "I am sorry mistress, at times he is quite odd."

The monk reads further quietly then folds it away. "Ahh, he was projecting himself here to do some research for the issue he is facing in Bengal Bay. He is deeply sorry for the the ruse and intends to make it up to you when he returns... if he returns. It seems there is a demon problem that he hadn't anticipated or would have been home by now."

"If you still have your appetite, I would be happy to share a meal with you?" Wong offers apologetically.

Wonder Woman has posed:
When Wong strides into the room and moves to set the platter down, Diana is eyeing him, then the 'puddle' and then him again as he starts to read. While doing so, the Princess is stepping over to his side to peer over Wong's shoulder (She's taller than him so its not too hard to do).

Once she realizes the 'basics' of what is going on here she looks from the written words to Wong and then back to the puddle. "My... my..." Diana quietly says, shaking her head side to side. "Never a dull moment in this household. Biting knives, melting Doctors..." Diana releases a soft sigh and then moves to set the teacup down again where she'd found it.

She looks to Wong and shows the man a faint smile, and a single affirmative nod. "I would be delighted to... But..." Another puddle-look and she's shaking her head. "Not in here, I do not wish to eat next to a waxworks puddle of a man I was about to--." She cuts herself off and smiles at Wong. "To the kitchen?" She asks him then.