Who - Diana // Thor Where - Game Room What - Learning. Also MarioKart it's educational. When - Friday midmorning ish Rating - PG13 in case she gets blue-shelled that's srs bsnss.
Diana had never been much for video games, or really, any human games. Her strength and speed forbade her from most competitions on principle, in athletic endeavors, and even when the new generations of consoles had come out and begun taking the world by storm, Diana had worried for how small and fragile those things might be in her hands. So, Diana had restricted herself to the occasional game of pinball or Pac-Man seen through arcade windows. Heck, she hadn’t even played foosball ever until she’d arrived here and Peter Parker had shown her how.
It still had not escaped her notice that Peter had mentioned Thor to her and she’d met him the next day, or so. The coincidence had been so strange that Diana hadn’t even put the dots together that this was the same Thor that had been mentioned. Still, she’d been assured that Peter didn’t have these kinds of powers, and so he was not the culprit here.
If a culprit there even was. Diana had done a lot of thinking over the past two weeks she’d been here, and it seemed to her that this place might be meant as a waypoint, a kind of respite outside of time and dimension. There was danger here, but as Diana had learned back in the 90s from Agent Smith like everyone else, humanity did not like perfection. Those movies had been strange and often outright wrong, but that had been correct.
In any case, at a loss of what to do with herself when the morning sun came spilling into her room, Diana resolved to eat breakfast and then simply see what caught her attention. Which was how she’d wound up in the game room, looking at the various arcade boxes, and the smaller consoles that she didn’t actually know how to work. Perhaps she should’ve messaged Peter to see if he knew how to use these, but she had not and now here she was.
Lucky for her they were already hooked up, because Diana poked one of the white ones and it whirred to life, the television next to it seeming like the next obvious thing, and she simply stared at the XBox loading screen as it came up. “Oh, this is pretty!” There was an X on the controller on top of this console, and so she'd taken it, and poked the X button again. This was surprisingly intuitive, because now the controller was working, but she was so fascinated that she hadn't even taken a seat on the couch yet. She just stood in front of the television, flicking through icons and staring.