Who: Diana Prince // Baron Zemo What: A tour of the facilities, so to speak Where: Starting in the lobby, mostly first floor/outside When: Daytime, 5/2/21 Rating: PG-13 for subject matter. Both have heavy histories/topics that could come up.
It might have seemed surprising to find Diana Prince offering to give a man whose first sentence had mentioned prison a tour of the facilities at the Crown Plaza Hotel. Perhaps it was, though there were a few reasons for it. One, Diana firmly believed that people deserved a second chance. She was not aware that Zemo was on unnumbered chances, but that would not have changed her opinion. Two, what if Zemo had been wrongly imprisoned to begin with, and this was a fair freeing? And three, if the first two should fail, was it better that a hapless human should be nearby, or that he should meet Diana of Themyscira first?
Diana had had no plans for the day, and so it had been no difficult thing to offer her services as a tour guide. Besides, she knew of most of the places here as she’d explored herself, but she’d only been here a week and there would be new things to find. Perhaps another new set of eyes would lead to a clue that might get them all out of here. Though, in truth, Diana was not so sure she wanted out of here to begin with. She’d been informed that people returned from this place, wherever it was, exactly where they’d left… so what was the hurry?
Her armor had been left behind, and she would not have worn it to a meeting such as this anyway, so Diana strode into the lobby wearing a pair of black high-waisted palazzo pants that brushed the floor and a white sweater that covered most of the pants waist to begin with. The whole thing was belted at her waist with a simple black belt and silver clasps, and she’d left her hair unbound. She hadn’t bothered with makeup, not a day since she’d been here, since makeup was mostly for professional events to begin with. Diana of Themyscira had not been raised with makeup, though it was fun to play with once she’d been out amongst the humans.
This presumed human, Zemo, awaited her in the lobby, and she gave him a bright smile. What reason did she have to be unfriendly, after all? Diana did not judge people at the outset of meeting them, nor on their worst mistakes. “Hello,” she said, to the only other person in the lobby, and then realized she might have made a grave error in assumption. “Oh, boy. I was meant to be meeting someone here, and I have just this moment realized that that might not be you. I’m Diana.” A hand extended to shake, because regardless of whether this was Zemo or not, she was going to be friendly.