15 September 2017 @ 09:07 pm
Open | Network + Action  
Best place to get a pumpkin spice latte, bonus points if there are cream puffs, too, because I'm craving them and don't judge me, ready, set, GO!

While Zatanna has been kind of laying low and trying to find a way back to Alpha Complex — a thing that you couldn't have paid her enough to consider doing before; she supposes that's what she gets for getting attached to Al — she's also maybe kinda sorta totally been secretly enjoying the freedom that comes with being the crap out of there. Real food. Real food that she doesn't have to hide in the skirt of her dress and sneak out while Alcide is laughing like a jerk and nearly blowing their cover. It's a novelty in spite of the fact that it really, really shouldn't be. But every time she eats a meal, it makes her feel guilty because, as far as she knows, Alcide can't. As far as she knows, her bestie is back in that horrible place and she'd promised to bring him home with her. Now she's neither home, nor is he with her. God, when did she get so bad at keeping promises?

She's been practicing her magic in secret, usually far out near the blue doors that no one really comes out to disturb. The thing is that Zee is trying to teach herself to get back there and retrieve her friend, and then go home and rejoin the team with her own freaking wolf. Take that, Wolf, her wolf could talk. And he was nice to look at when he wasn't a wolf, but again. Don't judge her. She's out there because it's safer, in case she does something wrong in a totally whelming way; the last thing anyone needs is for Zatanna to blow up the building in which the majority of them are housed.

Zatanna is on her way back into town because she's dying for something...pumpkin-y. It's fall. The leaves are turning, the air is getting more crisp. She's been here too long without her team or her friends — in some cases, they're both...man, she misses Rob... — and it's time to really crack down and get it right. If nothing else, she has to get Al and bring him here so he's safer and so that he can be the wolf he really is. She's never felt more liberated than when she was finally able to use her magic again and she can only imagine how it will feel for him. She's doing this tonight if it kills her. ...it might kill her, actually, so she's absolutely having one last pumpkin spice latte or something with pumpkin spice before she tries because if she gets back to Alpha and she can't get out again, dammit, she needs to make it worth it. So as she strides into town and down the street, if it looks like the girl is on a mission, that's because she is. That doesn't mean she won't stop to talk, though; she's very friendly, really.
04 June 2017 @ 09:57 pm
Be as chalant as you like | OPEN network and action  
Treason. Of course Zatanna was being arrested for treason, and it certainly took them long enough to come for her. She's only been breaking rules since she first woke up, after all. It was really only a matter of time, especially since she'd committed the cardinal sin of being contact with Dick Grayson, Alpha's most wanted criminal.

But she wasn't going down without a fight, that was for sure, and the second she'd had the opportunity, she'd broken from the center of the formation of guards and they'd been chasing her as she ducked around a corner and into what she'd thought was a supply closet. Instead, it's the Surface and Zatanna notices immediately the sunlight, the smell of grass, and the sound of birds. A second later, she remembers she's still in that fugly ORANGE jumpsuit and she's not about to get caught if she's made it this far. She sticks out like a sore thumb right now. Reflex dictates that she use her magic, so that's the first thing she tries. Even before she finishes the spell, Emit ot yrt tuo eht wen kool, she remembers she can't do magic, but the spell rolls off her tongue in full anyway and, much to her pleasant surprise, her ORANGE jumpsuit is replaced with her favorite purple tanktop and a pair of khaki shorts.

"I am so totally whelmed right now!" she squeals excitably to herself, forgetting that it's entirely possible to be overheard and sound like a crazy person. She's too busy typing what she thinks is an encrypted message to the Specials on her PDC.

Hey Robin? Al? Prim? I don't know how...but I found the Surface. Rob, can you track my device or something and meet the others so we can get out of here?

PS, guess I really am a mutant, so ha! How do you like me now, Friend Computer?