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WHO: I'll get back to you on that.
WHERE: Outside the City, at Diana and Zee's place.
WHEN: 3 PM on Sunday, May 20th.
WARNINGS: I'll get back to you on this, also.
SUMMARY: See this post.
FORMAT: Respond however you want.

It shouldn't come as a shock to anyone that Zatanna's house is even bigger on the inside than it appears from the curb. It also shouldn't come as a shock that the backyard is the same; while it's normally rather large, she's put forth a great deal of energy into making it big enough to hold a waterpark. It also isn't visible from the front yard or around the privacy gate. If someone were to take an aerial photo, all they'd see is a moderate-sized empty yard full of shrubbery and a patio set. There's obviously no reason Mitch shouldn't attend in a speedo, right?

There are tables of snacks and drinks, some of which are alcoholic -- but don't worry, if anyone under 21 grabs one, it turns into ginger ale. As boasted in her text, there is, in fact, cake. Two different kinds (neither with nuts just in case someone has allergies), one vanilla and covered in strawberries and the other a fancy-looking, layered chocolate. Both were bought from a little hole-in-the-wall bakery several blocks from her home that she and Larsa have been frequenting.

Though it is her birthday, Zatanna is playing gracious hostess, while wearing a very fitting swimsuit and occasionally toting around a cat or two.

This is sort of open. Feel free to tag in with whatever. c:

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[sigh. So polite, Steve. He's just going to roll with it]

Programming?

[nodnodnod.]

Prior to my arrival here, I was an android. [:)......

beat.]

Er, I...suppose, technically, I still am, though currently in an organic body and lacking my typical functions. [a little wince in his eyes at that.] I actually don't really know how to define it, I'm afraid. What makes one human is quite the lofty argument in some ways, after all.

Hm. Yes, I suppose it can be. Often a topic of discussion among the hero-types.

[except that he doesn't really know what an android is either]

It may not matter as much in a place like this.

[another head tilt, curious.]

Why do you suppose that, sir?

All of us differ from the natives. Though we're all from vastly different places and backgrounds, they seem to view us all the same. Human or not.

[no bitterness, he ain't even mad, but it's the cold truth. Such a delight at parties, Geddoe is]

[a beat, considering it.]

I suppose...for the sake of generalizing, that would be so, yes...But I would've thought certain sentiments altering depending on how human-like a particular ImPorted person happens to be.

Possibly. I couldn't say. [since he still goes around in armor and doesn't care about the stares]

...you pass fairly well.

Really? [just BEAMING.] Why, thank you very much! That's...actually quite an exciting thing to hear. I've got nothing but the utmost respect for humans...and I've enjoyed my time here as an organic very much!

[his grin is split by a bit of a nervous giggle.] Ah, well...there's been aspects I've found quite unpleasant, but overall, it's been grand!

Mm. It's to be expected. Life is never perfect.

Indeed so. [a slow nod, still grinning a little as he wipes his forehead with his forearm.] But quite worth the troubles, I think!

[manly nod. He has no idea how he got into this long conversation, but it's starting to make him want a beer]

...the drinks are around here somewhere, aren't they?

Oh! Yes, of course! [he shuffles to a side, pointing.] I saw a table of them, right over there. I'm not certain what's there, but there's quite a lot.

Good. Thanks. [with another nod, leaving it entirely ambiguous as to whether Steve should go get one too. Go on, Steve, try the booze. It's awesome]

[do you really want this guy drunk, sir.

do you.

do you.

well, maybe you won't find out; Steve just waves and lets him go, quite content to mosey around that section of the yard and admire the decorations.]