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The Perk, Tuesday morning

Dinah was up early for her job at Social Services. She'd already done her usual jog around the island, gotten ready for work, and was now enjoying a chai and a muffin over her laptop.

She might have also been writing to Aunt Pam, but that was being put on hold in favor of the Radio podcasts.

[ooc: Dinah is now Dinah Redmond, non-meta social worker, from Opal, Missouri. Post completely open!]

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"Hi, Dinah," Jack said easily as he took a seat at a table near hers, coffee and a bagel at the ready. "How's it going? Any news since last night?"

"Mmph?" Dinah looked up, cheeks full of muffin, then swallowed and grinned. "Hey, Jack. Not really? Although Cecil definite sounds older. And odder."

"He's always sounded odd to me, but I've never met him face to face," Jack said, shrugging. "That's good, though. Maybe the weirdness is about to recede."

He doubted it. But he could hope.

Dinah swallowed and said, "Neither have I, but I think maybe there was a voice change in there last week." She sighed. "The hardest part about this is people not noticing if they've changed, and they're just thinking everything's fine, la la la."

"I saw Emma last weekend, so I should be good," Jack volunteered. "She wouldn't be shy about calling me out if I seemed off at all. But you --"

He squinted. "Well, you seemed all right last night?"

Her outfit seemed a bit soft for what he'd seen of Dinah' tastes, but he didn't see her often enough to put much meaning into that.

"Thanks! You seem like you, too." Dinah grinned a little, and checked her watch. Then rubbed her head, which suddenly spiked with pain for a moment. "Oww. Okay, more caffeine for me before I go to work. I can't be fighting a migraine and the good fight at the same time."

"I think they usually keep aspirin at the counter," Jack told her sympathetically, then looked slightly confused. "Wait, you're going to work?"

"Well, yeeeeah," Dinah drawled, giving him a Look. "Hold that thought."

She got back with aspirin and another espresso, and grinned. "This is a test, isn't it? Yes, I work at the Baltimore Department of Social Services. Yes, I've worked there for a year."

Well. That was new. "I don't think I knew that," Jack said, tactfully as he could manage. "Do you portal in from Gotham?"

"Gotham?" Dinah gave him a puzzled look. "Why would I do that? I live here on the Island." She paused. "You are testing me, right?" Please?

Jack's expression answered before his mouth did. "I wish I could say that I was."

Dinah's face fell. "Oh, crap." She sighed, and took another sip of her espresso. "Okay. Uh. I remember you living here, and dating Emma, and working at the bar, planning on a law degree at some point... what do you remember about me, and did any of that change?"

"You went to college back in Gotham," Jack said slowly. It was hard to tell someone her life story, especially when it wasn't someone you spoke to especially often. "I think you were going to be a detective, though I'm not as certain about that point as I'd like. Momoko or Priestly would know better. I know Raven lived with you for a while. You and Priestly -- I always think you're dating, but apparently you're just good friends? Oh, and in high school you were with this strange boy who never talked. Jak."

A pause. "And you were going to go to El Paso on Thursday. Or that's what you said last night."

Dinah's jaw had dropped a little, although not to complete gaping. But the stunned look on her face said that most of this was news to her.

"I did date Jak, for a little while, it was nothing serious... Priestly and I never dated." Never mind how pink the idea made her. "Raven's never lived with me. I've never even been to Gotham, although I want to, it's supposed to be cool, you know, if you can miss getting mugged." She took a gulp of her espresso, and let out a slow breath. "I can't go to El Paso, I've got this internship to finish-- detective? Me? Really?" Wow.

"Well, the mugging part at least sounds like what I'd heard about Gotham," Jack said dryly. "But as far as I know you're from there. I think someone in your family's a detective, and that's where you got the idea."

"I-- really?" Dinah blinked, then said slowly, "My adopted parents are an insurance salesman and a bank teller. They live in Missouri, I lived there until I came here for school." She leaned forward a little, keeping her voice down. "Are you still a werewolf?"

"Didn't get out of that one that easily," Jack said, slightly bitter. "Adopted, hmm? I suppose that's the difference. Who your parents are."

Dinah winced at Jack's reaction, then blinked. "Hunh. Okay, that-- almost makes sense. If you didn't notice me looking any different, I have the same bio-parents. Then I'm the same person physically, just with ... different experiences, I guess. So I wind up a social worker in Baltimore, instead of a detective in Gotham City." She leaned back and rubbed her forehead. "Makes my head hurt. Literally."

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