<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/fnIy7Cj_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&amp;shape=thumb&amp;fidelity=medium)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mari || Vixen<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pictured striped romper but with a white tank underneath<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Tuesday, August 26<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>11:30<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Meeting Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Going over the Mission’s failures; encouraging them both to meet 13<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open; Zod, Gus<br/><hr/><em> <strong>“Yes. More than alright. I am . . . mildly pleased. I crushed another organized crime faction in my city.”</strong><br/></em><br/>Mari smiled and gave him a congratulatory nod for his victory. She understood the pride that swelled in one’s chest when you know you did something powerful and good for the people you laid claim to protect. She continued eating as Zod went on to explain the reason behind his solitude, and when he mentioned Artemis by name, Vixen raised an arched eyebrow and the left corner of her lips twitched. It was fast, electrically so, but Zod would undoubtedly be able to catch it. Her golden gaze dropped back down to her plate to hide the knowing expression in her pupils.<br/><br/>“Well,” she began casually, wanting to give him a helpful tip in contacting the girl that was on his mind. She figured with his genealogy, he wouldn’t get the softer mannerisms of earthly courtship. Zod was a bruiser, not a poet. Anything he wanted he clearly could just reach out and take, but now that a delicate situation faced him, he seemed at a loss. “You -could- just text a ‘<em>hey</em>’. That way if she wants to, or can, respond, she will, and if she doesn’t or can’t, she won’t. If someone asks her who it is, she could always shrug and say it must be a wrong number. That way you can talk to her without exposing her, and give her the flexibility to stay safe if she really doesn’t want to cross that boundary.”<br/><br/>Seemed as though everyone was teaming up with a significant other here at the League’s Base. Interesting.<br/><br/>She was distracted by that tandem’s thought process when Zod asked her if she was alright in return. It....jarred her from her mind and had her glancing up to him. It was a touch odd for him to try and communicate with anyone on an emotional level, but Mari was too much in a mentally volatile state to catch his awkward lack of social graces to realize he was just repeating her question in return for balance. A harsh breath of frustration exited her lips as she stabbed a bite of eggs on her plate.<br/><br/>“No.” She shook her head aggressively. “I’m not alright.” The tension and introductions were over now between them and so she sat down across from him at the table, the sliced cake between them as a barrier. Her left elbow rested on the flat surface and she hung her cheek upon her palm with a pouting expression as her other hand merely shoved the remaining food around the plate, now lacking hunger and becoming more troubled. “The mission was such a clusterfuck.<em>First</em>, Robin was rude and frustrating, arrogant and divisive. He encouraged dangerous tendencies and lack of accountability to such an extent it put many others in physical danger. Aqualad lacked confidence, which is crazy because he has all the vibes of royalty. Kara is just....well, I know she isn’t<em>young</em>, but her mind is. You Kryptonians need to be briefed on this new planet you’ve come to a little more if we are to work together. You guys are powerhouses but unpredictable. Courtney is cool. I like her. Lightning can go to hell. She’s always been emotionally unstable but it came to a complete end right in the middle of the most dangerous part of the mission. I tried to reach out to her but she’s ignoring me so....that’s adding to everything.” Vixen continued to play with her food, now having lost her appetite but just dumping her emotional purse all over Zod’s welcome mat.<br/><br/>“And Project 13, or just....13, I guess. God, we need to give him a name. Have you met him yet?” She didn’t give Zod an opportunity to respond before quickly continuing. “He might be one of you, just made in a test tube. Isn’t there something you guys can do to see?” She tapped her two index fingertips together before her face. “Like E.T fingers? Communicate or something?” Vixen then shook her head. “No, that’s stupid. Sorry I asked, my brain is kinda everywhere at the moment....”<br/><br/>Just then, Gus, otherwise known as Icon, entered. Vixen smiled sadly at him only because she herself was in turmoil, but finally pushed her half-eaten plate away.<em>“Is there a meeting that I didn’t know about? Someone’s birthday?”<br/></em><br/>Madi chuckled. “No. Zod kicked ass in his city and is sharing his victory bounty with everyone here. He has clearly been on earth long enough to know that humans can be tempted closer with chocolate.” He then asked her how her mission went and she huffed. “Terrible!” The little woman leaned back in her chair. “I just told Zod about it. It sucked. We hit our goals but...it still<em>sucked.</em>Jennifer went home, Robin is an asshole, and none of us knows how to be a team yet. And 13....have you met him? He,<em>wow</em>, he’s fucked up. He will need some serious help in acclimating himself here, and I think you both could really be an asset to him.....”<br/><br/>She reached over and dragged a pre-sliced portion of the chocolate cheesecake over to her, effectively making it her new breakfast. Vixen stabbed at the cornered tip and popped it into her mouth, chewing with purpose before frowning and going for a second bite. “It’s so good, Zod.” She stated factually, the sweet treat comforting her as perhaps he knew it would to her kind.