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Zinda is waiting out the front of the farm, and the Aerie One is visible in the nearest cleared and not-being-used field.

She and Dinah have plans. Plans involving cheering Babs up, by means of alcohol, nightclubs, and computers. Probably mostly the second this time around.

The only problem is, she's no longer sure just how many people are coming. Dinah and Babs, obviously. Babs' Not-Father had bowed out, claiming he was too old for nightclubs. (Secretly Zinda agrees.) Goldilocks had seemed like a hard-drinking hard-dancing kind of girl. Dinah had mentioned something about getting fake proof-of-age cards for Spoiler and her friends. And that's only the ones she knows about.

She figures whoever's on board before, say, midday, that's who'll get a lift. The others have to make it there themselves.

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Claire's one of the first, heading out of the hospital towards the plane.

- wait, Steph's not there already and she doesn't know that loud woman.

"Er- hi."

"Steph! Hi! -- Wait, shorter, way neater, not accompanied by a Sokka. Okay, don't know you. Coming anyway?"

Here's a Sokka! Who is, unfortunately, here before Steph which means HE TOO gets to stand there and be awkward for a moment.

Zinda gets a wave and Claire gets an extremely awkward smile, though.

"Apparently am accomanied by a Sokka," Claire says, returning the smile with EVEN MORE AWKWARD.

Alternate boyfriend thing is weird.

"Not the usual one, though. I'm Claire, and you're wearing too many clothes to be Dinah, so I'm assuming you're Lady Blackhawk?"

:-D?

Sokka totally did not snort there. No, really.

Though it's possible he can see why his double is so bowled-over by Claire. They're suckers for senses of humor, honestly.

Despite what Zinda thinks, Goldilocks is only tagging along to get laid. She's been at the farm for a week or so now, and no opportunities have presented themselves so far. If she has to do some drinking and dancing in order to satisfy her higher needs, then so be it.

The Fable shows up in some sleek leather pants that she stole from a dead biker chick's luggage during her and Dinah's journey to Kansas, and a scandalously tight crop-top that she fashioned out of a t-shirt this morning. Her hair looks amazing, thanks to the various product she salvaged from the infamous Iowa-80 Truck Stop, and her cursory make-up doesn't look too bad either. She's definitely ready to party.

"Morning sexy," she says to Zinda with a flirty smile, and basically ignores the more youthful elements of the gathering.

Way to be social Goldy!

That's okay - she doesn't have to be social. Sokka doesn't have much to say to begin with either 'cause...

Well, leather pants and crop top and hair and um um hi.

Despite being around superheroines quite a bit, Sokka still isn't quite used to scandalously clad beautiful women.

Zinda beams at them all. "It's Zinda to my friends." She offers them a perky salute.

"Claire, Sokka, Goldilocks. Goldilocks, Claire, Sokka. You guys are here first, you getcha pick of seats." She waves at the ship cheerfully.

Steph manages to tumble out of the farmhouse just in time to catch that. She would totally have been on time if this place had more than one shower and also if she hadn't had to make sure she had a cute shirt to wear.

... oh, random beautiful women in leather and little else ... being looked at by her Sokka? >( Suddenly Steph's cute-but-decidedly-modest-next-to-Goldy outfit feels less interesting.

Maybe she should get some leather pants. It's a thought!

But for now, Claire and Sokka each get an arm looped through theirs and a big'normous Steph-grin as they head for the Aerie One. Because they're going SHOPPING! And DANCING! And Steph might sekritly also have other plans for Doing Activities, too.

Claire glances past Steph at Sokka and then at Steph herself.

Her eyebrows convey in SECRET TEEN FEMALE EYE LANGUAGE a long and detailed analysis of the kind of woman who dresses in leather pants and ripped off t-shirts. The word 'mutton' is particularly well communicated.

Goldy feels she did pretty well with limited resources—not too skanky, not too classy. Perfect for a nightclub in a post-apocalyptic world. Either way, she doesn't give a crap what these kids think of her. So a thin smile after Zinda's introductions is all they get.

If she knew that Steph was interested in the pants, maybe she would be more affable.

"Okay. I'm going to get situated then," she tells Zinda, and starts off for the aircraft.

There's no way she's going to get stuck with a middle seat. It's window all the way, baby!

Pff, whatever, boring grownup. Steph is busy grinning at Claire for her Sekrit Communication, which Steph is inclined to suddenly agree with. A quirk of her cheek informs Claire that she agrees firmly with this analysis and may in fact subscribe to the newsletter, and also that Claire remains one of Steph's BFFs by reason of being awesome.

"C'mon, let's go poke around. I bet Zinda'll let us in the cockpit if we ask really nicely. Or if we don't ask at all."

"Blow my ship up and you're getting chopped into little bits!" Zinda yells at them, before smirking and settling back to wait for the birds. Spoiler's a sensible kid and Goldy's too smart to go damaging the only decent plane in the world.

Sokka can hardly be blamed for admiring Goldy's assets when they're so firmly wrapped in black leather! It's not his fault! If he had leather pants, he'd expect people to stare at him, too!

...why he would have them, he's not sure, but IF HE DID.

In any case, a Steph-onna-arm and the Aerie is quite enough to get hot women and black leather out of his mind and an enormous grin on his face as they head toward the plane.

To be fair, it's mostly excitement about FLYING AGAIN AWESOME.

(but also Steph-onna-arm)

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Barbara was saying as she rolled up to the jet. "I've got work to do!"

"You do," agrees Dinah, whose idea of dressing up actually involves more clothes - a figure hugging blue dress with a slit on the side that on her remains smart-casual.

"You have the very important work of keeping your number one agent from dying of boredom. Come on, Babs. I need to party, I need to drink, I need to surround myself with fine looking men - the last man I kissed was Bruce."

"And that," Zinda agrees, "is one damn hell of a tragedy if ever I saw one. I ain't havin' with that."

"I still can't believe you did that," Barbara laughs. "I was serious when I told you I'd never been more scared of you in my life, you know."

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