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Troia	Far too often, Donna Troy finds herself rolling her eyes at her teammates on the Titans for making fun of her frequent and sometimes dramatic outfit changes. Of course, while she takes it in good spirits, she does have a reason for them.     A reason that she's already been reminded of multiple times by lunch. Because in her duties at the Themysciran Embassy, Donna's gone for her 'formal uniform', which is to say an almost identical copy of her sister's star spangled red and blue costume with gold highlights, except of course her highlights are in silver. Really, a very obvious difference.     But apparently when everything /else/ about you looks the same, the change of one color on your outfit isn't enough to make it obvious to people who think they're running into Wonder Woman. And Donna can't help but grin and bear it... even if the one Amazon who wandered by and called her Diana with a little grin got /such/ a staring at.     But, Donna reflects, at least so far that's been the worst part of her day. No bank robberies, no giant monsters, no tear in reality spilling forth mythical monsters... just a little mistaken identity. Maybe she should get a nametag. But what are the odds of someone mistaking her for her sister /again/ today?
Harley Quinn	Now the thing is, somebody is super happy to see her.. second that person didn't look too close well not right away.. She recognized that body shape and outfit.. Normally it would be hard to get around without getting caught.. but Harley A.. knows this place way better than she should . B several guards know her C she comes here alot ..      So thiers a streak of blond.. white.. Red and black as she TACKLE Hugs Donna right in the chest " WONDIE!" She squeals! Rubbing her face into the chest, she's clinging too " Wait, why is this silver.. " she pops those blue eye's up .. and then frowns.
Troia	It's not like Donna's on guard, really... the Embassy has guards after all and she doesn't want to interrupt /their/ response to any trouble. And she's more or less just around to be seen today, as 'public outreach' and all. But even with her guard lowered, she has finely trained instincts, Diana definitely wouldn't let her sister slack off on training. Which is why Donna's not caught entirely off guard when she hears rapidfire footsteps approaching. She turns to face the flying gymnast, mouth moving to form words... of some sort. Because they aren't formed when Harley cries out and flies through the air. Oh. She thinks she's Di- oh! She reacts to the latching on blonde, one arm wrapping around her waist on reflex to steady her, eyebrows shooting high as suddenly there's a pale face obscuring that eagle icon on her chest... well, obscuring most of her chest really. Familiar face is tilted down slightly, one eyebrow lifting, cheeks flushing as she murmurs dryly, "Harley. ...Is it bad I can't remember if we've met before? It's Donna. Diana's sister." She quirks an eyebrow slightly, "I guess I can't blame you for being one of /many/ to be confused..." She bites her lower lip to stifle herself from laughing. But also, she hasn't tried to pry Harley off her yet. It's not like she's heavy.
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn Sighs " Knew it .. your not her. Your eyes are diffrent," She says simply " And this. " She taps the chest plate. She grumbles," And She knows to grab here." she pushes the arm down as she squeezes with her legs." Makes it easier for me to stay latched on, thank you " .      She peers at the girl up close. Harley smells of candy.. and gunpowder as she looks " I heard about you .. nice to meet ya " She says brightly even though she's still latched onto her chest.
Troia	Donna can't hide the grin as Harley runs down the list of reasons she is /not/ Diana, simply nodding in agreement... and adjusting her arm helpfully. She lets out a soft little noise at that squeeze of legs... clearly she hadn't been keeping up on just how strong Harley was. But hey, it's not like Donna goes to Gotham all that often. She sighs out and grins lopsidedly, "I'll admit, I've heard of you too. Of course, my sister forgot to mention you are on... leaping through the air to wrap around her levels of acquaintance." She heaves out a little sigh, "Which I suppose just proves we need to catch up more often. Were you needing my sister's help with anything particular? Was she supposed to give you a tour?" As Donna asks, one of the other amazons wanders by, "Oh! Are you taking her to the dungeon?" Donna's eyes roll, "Stop calling the file storage room a dungeon. Antiope. People are going to get the wrong idea about the amazons. ...Another. Another wrong idea."
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn GRins " Sounds like you two need to talk more " She chuckles. " But knowing your sister her pride might get int he way " She's crazy but still has a phd in mind games! .. As she is perched . she taps her chin when you talk about the tour.. Then the other Amazon talks and her jaw drops      " Wait, you don't know about the pillow room? " She looks at Donna with a look of pitty. She grabs Donna chest and pulls " THIS WAY "as if using her like a car!
Troia	Donna rolls her eyes and sighs, "We do. Which is... silly for sisters who can sense one another's emotions to some degree." And then suddenly Harley's taking control and using her costume as a... well, maybe not steering wheel. Reins? Reins probably. It's definitely guiding Donna, who clears her throat a touch disapprovingly at the liberties Harley's taking. Not that it stops her from carrying the harlequin into the embassy further, "I am pretty sure it's simply called a lounge, Doctor Quinzel... or maybe I'm forgetting one of the rooms. I suppose I can let you be the tour guide."
Harley Quinn	Thing Is, she stops them near a statue as she leans back, showing way more flexibility than a normal human should have.. especially whens he twists so she can face the right way.. " She didn't tell you about this secret entrance? " she says, looking over her shoulder.. 5t Pulling on the statue's jewelry, then twisting the wrist on it.. to start a grinding as the wall starts to move!
Troia	Donna really is truly surprised... not so much at the secret entrance, as much as Diana showing it to Harley. But then, she supposes that just shows how much the clown princess has reformed, being so trusted by the Princess of the Amazons. Donna shifts slightly and hauls Harley further up, practically laying her over her shoulder as she sighs and murmurs out, "Very well, I suppose this will let us wait for Diana's schedule to free up. Perhaps you can put your professional credentials to use getting us to... communicate more openly." And then Donna's carrying Harley off to... well, she's not entirely sure where. But that's not /her/ fault.