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Leadership for Social Change, Class 4, Period 7

"Hey, everyone." Dinah waved from the front of the class, looking mildly confused. "Dr. Horrible's texted me that he can't get to class today." [There had been an incident with a Sticky Ray that had a few bugs still in the system. Not that Dinah knew that.] "But he sent me the lesson plan. So apparently like last week's design of your, uh, secret lair, this week? You're working on your 'tools of leadership.'"

She pointed to the computers with various design programs, art supplies, Legos, and various arts-and-crafts extras on the tables.

"He says here 'anything that will assist you in enlightening the masses, transport you quickly to your destinations, protect you from fascist authorities who don't appreciate your genius, and that has a remote control or requires you to wear a gas mask.'" She paused and added, "And if it explodes, I'm sure he'll be thrilled."

[OCD ~~on the way~~ up! Class posted by request of Himself]

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"Yes, that! So people don't mistake me for the Trampy Magician chick!" She grinned and signed it with a flourish. Not exactly Edna Mode, but still fun. "And why are you distracted, hmmm?" SHe may have suspected Warren. A little.

No capes!

Karla tried to look innocent. "No reason?"

Because Dinah would ever buy that. Ever.

"Now whose aura is giggling?"

Karla snickered. "Yours really does do that, you know. It's kind of adorable." Looking ever-so-casual, she asked, "Hey, are you wearing your bracelet right now?"

Warren was in this class and she wasn't about to gossip right in front of him. And the Raven stuff, she didn't want to say aloud at all, for fear of radio squirrels.

Dinah held out her bare wrists, and grinned. "No reason. Plus, you never know, I'm In-Charge Person. Shaaaaare."

"I'm just, y'know, happy," Karla said, reaching out to link ankles with Dinah. "The craziest thing to happen to me this week was getting sent to Bulgaria and taking down a ring of slavers with Triela. For this place, that barely counts as bizarre anymore."

On a simultaneous psychic thread, she sent, *So...after you left, Raven stopped by the shop. And she has something major to tell me. She...she loves me. Or, well, likes me a whole lot. Ummm...more than friends and not like sisters,* she added.

"Bulgaria?" Dinah demanded, visions of mustached burly men with AK-47's in her head. "You guys just can't go anywhere without finding trouble, can you. And frankly, no. It barely counts as anything now."

And-- Whoa. Really? Whooooa. Oh boy. Dinah blinked once, twice, then sent. What did you say? How did it go?

...That image wasn't all that far off, actually. "It was barely our fault!" Karla said. "We'd just wanted to go to Rome for the weekend. But we ended up saving like five girls, so it was a productive side trip."

*I didn't panic?* Karla offered. *Hell's fire and Mother Night. I told her that I've had a long-time crush on her too. I mean, she confessed this because I badgered her about honesty, so it wasn't like I could just lie about that. But she's still dating Andy, even if he's all but vanished from campus, and I'm...really interested in finding out where this thing with Warren's going to go, if anywhere, so I told her the timing wasn't right.* She winced a bit. That phrasing hadn't gotten any better with time. *But that nothing was set in stone, other than us always being friends and me kidnapping her to Kaeleer.*

"Did you ever actually get to Rome? And yay you guys, saving girls from ugly fates." She shook her head though. "No cell reception? I hope?" That would be a good enough reason.

Eeep. Dinah winced along with Karla, then nodded. Bad timing sucks. I've dealt with that too. Sometimes it works out. Sometimes it doesn't.... and you did good, hon. Honesty for honesty. And I will not say I told you so, I will not say I told you so...

She was thinking it a lot, though.

"No cell reception," Karla confirmed. "We were off in the middle of the woods. Old, old growth. I fell in a hole."

A cave, but whatever.

*Uh, Dinah? I can hear you,* Karla sent, sighing.

"You fell in a hole and found kidnap victims?" Only Karla and Triela.

Oooooooooooops. Dinah's mental voice was flavored with apology, but no real embarrassment. ~~And possibly mint, too.~~ Um. It's still a yay thing.... right? I mean. People like you. People you like, like you. Even if it's just off to the side right now.

"Well, no. I fell into the hole first. Then we were found by some creepy males, who brought us to their creepy van. Then we found the girls."

Seriously. The only way it could have gotten any sketchier was if the van'd had 'Free Ice Cream!' scratched into the paint or something.

"But we did get to Rome!" Eventually.

*I think I hurt her a bit,* Karla said. *So that's less 'yay.' But...me and Raven is something I have no trouble picturing. Even if it's off a few years, or in Kaeleer or something. So...yay overall, I think. Even if it's a bit awkward now.*

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"Wish I could have been there," Dinah said wistfully. "The only thing I've stopped lately is a grand theft auto, with Momoko and... another guy." And lock that thought down fast, yup.

"Did you get pasta? Ice cream? Shoes?"

Awwwwww. And... I wondered. With that kiss. When we fought her dad. Dinah shook her head, mostly at herself. As long as you guys are still getting along okay, and are friends even if you're not Something More, that's good. .. Anything I can do to help? Either of you?

"You can absolutely have my next thwarting of a kidnapping, I promise," Karla said, not realizing how quickly the next one was coming up. "Other than the mud-pie fight, it wasn't all that much fun."

Karla paused to consider. "Okay, I think Triela had fun. But she's Triela."

*That wasn't our first kiss, either,* Karla admitted. *Though, to be fair, the others didn't entirely count! There was the glitter-party, the kissing booth, and that time she was a demon...*

Karla's love life was very weird.

"I'm holding you to that," Dinah threatened, then grinned. "Mud pies are always fun. I remember mini-you doing that." She grinned. "Triela... yeah. Her fun is limited. But it's intense."

Um, I think once you get past three kisses, they all count, no matter why they're happening. Dinah snorted, amused. And it took guts for Raven to admit that to you, not knowing what you'd say. She might have sensed something, but that was no guarantee. Must give her candy for that.

"She enjoyed showing me around Rome, too," Karla said. "And showing off her cobbler. I'm going to have a few new pairs of shoes coming my way when he's done."

*Well, no one ever told me that rule,* Karla grumbled. *But, yes. Give her some of my bracelet-chocolates. She was very brave. I wish there were two of me, so this wouldn't be a problem at all.

...I think I'm selfish.*

"Oooooo. That sounds cool," Dinah said speculatively. She was nowhere near the clothes horse Triela was, but she'd love to have visited that guy. The boots Triela had given her were still her favorites. "Want to see 'em when they get here."

How are you selfish? Dinah demanded. You don't want to hurt anyone; you just really like more than one person. But you're smart enough to know you can't do that 'date everybody' thing and have it work. And kind enough to be honest. Where's the selfish there?

"Please, like you're going to be able to avoid me sticking me shoes in your face and squeeing, 'Looklooklook!' at top volume," Karla snorted good-naturedly.

*The part where I'm giving serious though to trying?* Karla asked. *Or, well, wishing I could. Since I know it would never work. I don't have the right mindset for it.* She sighed heavily, blowing her bangs up. *Wish I did.*

Dinah snickered. "Trick or treat. Smell my feet. Give me something good to eat," she sang. "Ooo. I should put that on my phone as your ringtone!"

But it's not selfish to *wish*, silly Karla. Or all of us would be selfish people. Heck, I've wished too. She shook her head. I do wish there was an easy solution for you too, though. Best I can do is offer you ... more chocolate!

Karla's expression showed, quite clearly, she had never been introduced to that bit of earth culture before. "Wait, what?" she cried. "Ewwwww!"

*I'll take chocolate in lieu of selfish,* she agreed. *Especially since I don't see me getting a better offer.*

Dinah cracked up. "Did you go trick-or-treating around Halloween last year?" she checked. "Mostly it's just demanding candy. But some little kids like to mix it up with threats." She grinned. "What, they don't have any silly kid sayings in Glacia?"

Then I give you candy and hugs. And gratitude and all. You deserve some love, hon.

She had missed Halloween, sadly. An entire holiday around candy and she'd missed it.

"We have tons," Karla sniffed. "But none about feet!"

*You're the best Dinah ever. All those other Black Canaries can go hang. Though not literally. That would be sad.*

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