Who - Diana // Ciri Where - The grounds/patrol route. What - Patrol/Conversation When - Nonspecific patrol round Rating - PG13 as I don’t know if heavy topics will come up. The Witcher was wild, y’all.
Diana had signed up for the patrol without really thinking about it too much, but she was glad she had. Natasha had mentioned it to her on her introductory network post, and Diana had immediately leaped at the chance to help. Of course she had. She had been raised among the Amazons, told stories of how the Amazons had been specifically created to help humankind, guide them with messages of love and peace. Of course she’d jumped at the chance to help any of the residents of the hotel. They need not be human for Diana to want to help them.
And so far, she’d been making friends, in her estimation. She’d known John Constantine when she’d arrived, so that hardly counted, but even the strangers here had been kind. She had made the choice upon arrival not to hide who or what she was, because at the time, she had thought perhaps it would call forth some sort of adversary to battle and put an end to this foolishness. She had been the foolish one, not realizing that that was not at all the situation here.
Diana had been here a week or so, perhaps a little more. She was not keeping very good track, and she didn’t have to be. Thus far, nothing particularly alarming had happened, and everyone she had met had been friendly. She had been reassured that no time passed in the outside world, and that the few people who’d left and returned could verify they’d returned to the exact moment they’d left. So, neither Diana nor the world she’d left was suffering, and all there was left was to find a purpose here.
And so she had, making the rounds of exploring the hotel properly, meeting its residents, offering tours and hugs and anything else that anyone might require. Patrol duty had been a nice way to give herself a schedule, and yet more purpose. Diana could never have enough purpose. That made her chuckle, and she looked over to Ciri, her patrolling partner, with a rueful little smile on her face.
“My apologies. I thought of something funny,” she explained, but she did not further explain the joke. It would’ve required a lot of explanation, and Diana didn’t want to bore her walking companion. “How long have you been here, Ciri? If you don’t mind my asking.”
Diana had said (or typed) those words so many times since she’d been here that she felt a little foolish asking again, but she did not know that about Ciri yet, and it did matter. Some of them were still so new, like Diana herself. And yet she’d been told by Tony upon her arrival that he’d been there for nearly a year now, and Diana found herself floored by that. It seemed like such a strange thing, to be so at peace with being in a cage, and yet she understood it.