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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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It's nice to meet you, Pam. And yes, yes you probably should have. Any other day, you might have been violently ejected from the property via magic. [It's a warning, not a threat. Unless she's this saccharine-sweet with threats, hm.] I think a keg's a good a gift as any, if not better.

The MAC's pretty nice; I'd moved out into alternative imPort housing, but I was dating the guy who owned the building and, uh. [A little sheepishly:] Things got messy, we broke up, and I moved out with a kid I was watching over and a few friends. Figured if we left the City, we'd get a nicer place and we'd be less likely to have it burned down or whatever.

Sounds like a hell of a security system. Don't worry, though, I don't do a lot of trespassing aside from ... you know... this sorta thing.

[It can be so hard defending what a great person you are when you've already broken into a person's yard to use their pool and eye-hump their friends.]

Oh, man... Yeah, I do not do the moving in thing for just that reason.
[And because no one ever asks her...]
Glad ya got a great new place after, though. I can understand moving outside of the city, though. It's way crazier here than New York back home, and that's saying something.

I've done it a few times myself, so it would be awfully hypocritical of me to judge you on it. [Party-crashing or trespassing, though? Eh, basically the same thing, right?]

Moving in's not... well, it was the first time I ever did something like that. I think I might have learned my lesson from that experience. [She stops herself from asking more about her New York, as curious as she is about it. It's a party and there's bound to be some heavy stuff attached to discussing home worlds, even if it is unintentionally brought up. Zee splashes a little with her feet.] So you're a bit on the new side, huh? How are you adjusting?

[Nice to know she's in good company. Be it party crashing or just a girl willing to break and enter when need be.]

Yeah, still pretty new here. It's mostly been nice, actually. I got a pretty good job, the guys here are amazing, people are way less douchey... But then one of my coworkers from home showed up. Might hav been better before.

Depends where you look. There are still plenty of douchebags around here. [She nods a little.] Can't say I understand the sentiment. I really like my co-workers.

Oh, there are douche bags everywhere. But any day I can go a solid hour without a fat joke is pretty spectacular, so I'm still impressed with the ratio here.

[Pam sighs, thinking about it, and lays back down on her rolled up clothes she's using as a pillow. Maybe --just maybe-- she misses ISIS and worries how they''d get by without her. Maybe. Plus her blog would go un-updated.]

Yeah, well... I guess I like some of mine alright, but I was sort of enjoying the vacation from their issues. Between the constant fighting and inter-office affairs, I was constantly filing employee reports of some kind or other. .... That and friendly fire injury claims.