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THE Milliways Test Drive MEME

HOW TO PLAY:

* Tag into this post with a pup you're thinking of apping to the bar with a brief EP set within Milliways and/or its universe. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup.

* If you already play at Milliways, feel free to tag in with your own characters and interact with the new pups. You can also post your own EPs for these new characters to thread with.

* Mingle, post, and have fun!

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[raptorcanaria]

Dinah's been coming to the bar for so long she just assumes everyone knows what a superhero looks like.

"Yeah," she says, with a friendly smile that speaks volumes of how hard work is sometimes. She reaches to the back of her neck and rubs a sore muscle there.

"Rough one, too. I'm going to be sore for days."

[presspasskey]

"Uh-huh."

Lois just looks even more skeptical. Still, for all her dress, this woman doesn't look skanky, and unless she gives Lois good reason to pick a fight, Lois won't either.

...Not much, anyway.

"Get work-outs that hard often?"

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah gives half a shrug. Yeah, that shrug says but that's the fun

"More often than I'd like," she says. "But you don't get to choose them, right? At least I had help this time."

[presspasskey]

"Seriously? No choice? You gotta have some say."

At least, Lois certainly hopes so. It's moments like these that make her feel very angry about what women have to go through sometimes. Her expression, however, remains somewhat dubious. "You get help often?"

[raptorcanaria]

"I could choose not to, I guess," Dinah says thoughtfully. "But then, someone's got to. They're not just going to go away, right?"

On the second question, she smiles a bit ore strongly. "Yeah. My friends always have my back."

[presspasskey]

Now Lois is just getting a little confused. "Who's not just going to go away?"

In all fairness, Lois has only met one superpowered being, and she didn't even really see him using any special skills. She really doesn't have any reason to know what to expect here.

"Some pretty good friends you've got there."

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah, also looks confused.

"Bad guys," she says simply.

Beat.

"Who were you talking about?"

[presspasskey]

"Bad guys?"

Lois blinks a few times.

"Are we talking Wicked Witch of the West, Hannibal Lecter, Al Capone, or your basic convenience-store hold-up types?"

Because even Lois knows that dodging the question is probably the best idea.

[raptorcanaria]

"Yes," says Dinah.

"Although tonight's was more Al Capone but with flying monkeys. Who had ninja training... don't even ask."

[presspasskey]

And Lois promptly goes from almost understanding to completely baffled yet again.

"Flying monkeys with ninja training, working for a mob boss? What the hell kind of world do you live in?"

Lois will learn what the hell kind of world in the next six years of her life.

[raptorcanaria]

The weirdest world in the multiverse, Lois. And Dinah knows it.

She gives a sheepish grin. "The kind of world with aliens, metahumans, gods, magic and superheroes?"

[presspasskey]

"You have got to be kidding me."

Beat.

"...So what the hell do fishnets have to do with it?"

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah glances down at her legs, stretching one out to look at the torn hole at her thigh.

"My costume," she says.

[presspasskey]

"Yeah, I'd gathered they were your work clothes. Almost no one just wears fishnets--way too much trouble to deal with."

So says the Voice of Experience.

[raptorcanaria]

"You'd be surprised how sturdy they can be," Dinah says, although distracted, picking at the hole.

Oh well, another pair done.

"The trick is usually to not let anyone tag you."

[presspasskey]

"You'll have to tell me where you buy yours, then, because mine never seem to last."

After another moment, she adds with incorrigible curiosity, "But seriously, if you're going to be fighting aliens or flying monkeys or whatever, is that really the time for fashion statements?"

And she doesn't even know about the boys who wear tights and capes.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah raises her eyebrows. She tries to look offended, but doesn't fully succeed.

"My mother put this outfit together."

[presspasskey]

Lois doesn't buy the offended look, but she does look surprised all the same.

"Your mom sent you out in that? Damn." She shakes her head, though she still sounds a little approving. "Even the coolest mom I know wouldn't send her kid out in anything like that."

Except Lois happens to be dead wrong. She just doesn't know that yet.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah's look becomes a smirk.

"I didn't say she sent me out in it. It was hers before I stole it."

[presspasskey]

Lois approves. Strongly.

"Okay, I can't say anything for sure without seeing for myself, but I'd say your mom's second coolest on my list."

Her grin is all for the stealing, though.

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah, pleased with herself, shrugs.

"She's also the scariest Mom in the world. You try being raised by a costumed hero."

[presspasskey]

"Family business, huh?"

Lois veers away from the topic of being raised by a mom. After all, she wasn't, not really.

[raptorcanaria]

"Yes, it is," Dinah says, with a healthy dose of pride in her voice. "Mom, and all her friends had a hand in it."

[presspasskey]

"No joke?"

Lois actually looks suitably impressed and a little fascinated.

"...Do they all wear fishnets?"

[raptorcanaria]

"Just Mom," Dinah says. "The boys never could pull it off.

"Though why they think spandex is an appropriate substitute, I'll never know."