Diana would have laughed loudly enough for the entire hotel to hear if someone had dared suggest to her that her focus was on anything other than solving this mystery, or more recently, learning to enjoy this time. After all, she’d confirmed with John Constantine that no time passed outside these walls, which meant Diana would theoretically wake up in her apartment in New York, with no memory of this place. Hence the foosball, and the friends, and the swimming. Diana was determined to enjoy what she was going to consider a vacation, unless they could figure out what was holding them here. To that end, she’d joined the patrol group and was working on getting into Thor’s training group as well.
“Ten minutes is fine. I’m just going to put on a dress or something.” Diana shrugged, showing how little thought she put into her appearance, and that was so.
Diana struggled as a woman in modern times, when femininity was constantly changing and trends were changing too. She did not often wear makeup outside of professional events, and even her clothes were chosen based on fabric and comfort of wear rather than how they looked on her, but she was a five ten Amazon and things tended to. “See you soon,” she said, distracted somewhat as she considered what to wear, and why it mattered, but before she left the pool room, she pulled Thor into another hug and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
If for no other reason than judging from the network entries over the last day or so, Diana had learned that people appeared and disappeared at the hotel’s whim. There was every chance Diana would never come downstairs again, or that Thor would be gone before she did. So, it was best to give a proper goodbye, and nevermind that they’d see each other again soon. Hopefully.
When Diana got back to her room, it turned out her worries had been baseless; laying on her bed was a red romper, lightweight and comfortable but quite pretty. Diana wondered if this had been Antiope’s choosing, Steve’s, or a ghost that wasn’t at all related to her, and decided she didn’t much care. She covered the spaghetti straps with a white cardigan and let her hair down; it had stayed dry since she’d kept it in a bun, and used the hot tub. Her flip flops were white and matched the cardigan, so Diana kept those too.
It was less than ten minutes before she met Thor in the dining room again, and the outfit didn’t look anywhere near as bright as the smile she gave him. “Hello again.” Too bright, perhaps, but glad that he was still here at all.
The dining room and kitchen had been stocked for each resident’s tastes, and so Diana found plenty of toast, fresh fruit, yogurt, and even some pita bread. “I...” she paused, looking at the plate she’d made, and then she looked up at Thor again as she chose a table. She looked stunned, for just a moment, and explained why. “This isn’t normal pita bread. I mean, it is just bread, there’s nothing supernatural about it, but I haven’t seen it made this way since I left Paradise Island.”
The human name for Themyscira, but interchangeable as far as she was concerned.