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[So, being rained on in the woods makes it pretty clear she's not on the Watchtower anymore. There's a few possibilities: she remembers flying back with the force of Fate rejecting her spell, so maybe she hit her head. Or maybe it's some illusion caused by the rebound. A very real illusion, as she can feel her whole body ache as she sits up. But there's no way she's not hallucinating this.]

Toto, I've a feeling we're not in outer space anymore. [She mumbles the words to herself, unaware that anyone might be listening. The journal has gone beyond notice, though it's been silently broadcasting the scene since a minute or so before Zatana woke. Thankfully she's close enough to a tree that the rain falling on her is light enough to not be too much of a concern. Instead her eyes have wandered downward, taking in her change of clothing with a frown.]

Oh you've got to be kidding me. [Zatanna tugs at the collar of the dress she wears, clearly displeased by the slip.] Yeah, this has to go. Emit ot egnahc sehtolc!

[She lifts her hands over her head as she speaks the words, and seconds later a cloud of smoke flows up the same path to cover Zatanna completely. It doesn't last long, vanishing within moments to reveal the girl now wearing an outfit better suited for a magician. For some reason though, it makes the pain in her back worse, and her jacket feels far too tight. She shifts where she sits for a moment before shrugging off the outermost layer to reveal a pair of grey wings.]

What in the--?! [Zatanna gasps, eyes wide as she takes in the sight of the appendages now attached to her. Actually attached; they move when she thinks of moving them, and she feels it when she touches them.] Great. A fake world with bad taste in clothing and accessories. Just what I needed.

[She takes another look at the jacket, slowly shaking her head.] At least I've still got my magic. Dda seloh rof sgniw! [After another cloud puff, this only only around the jacket, she slides the coat back on--gingerly, since the wings still hurt.

She makes her way to her feet then, determined to find out what's going on. Hopefully exploring will give her the answers she needs to get back. If she's lucky, maybe she'd wake up and find out there could still be a chance to thwart Fate.

The only place she ends up, however, is in Luceti proper. With the advice of a few good samaritans in mind, Zatanna changes into something a little less battling-bad-guys ready using the same method as before. Not that the rain makes exploring easy, but there's not really much avoiding it. Luckily summoning an umbrella is easy enough to do, and gives her adequate cover as she wanders pretty much everywhere public, just trying to get some idea for where she is.]

{ooc: open action or voice to any; Zatanna will be looking around randomly, so feel free to catch her anywhere.}

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I'm not, huh? [So this conversation is off to a great start. Thankfully Zatanna's got no clue what's actually going on inside Robin's head, although the look she's getting? Not doing anything to break the "creeper" notion.]

Might want to brush up on your detective skills a bit. I'm pretty sure my name is Zatanna Zatara, just like it has been for the past 14 years.

Prove it. I want to see how you perform magic. [He saw some of it briefly over the journals, but an in person display would allow him to check for nuances and mannerisms.]

...Wow. [Zatanna's more than a little taken aback by the sharp demand, which is absolutely nothing like her Robin at all. It honestly makes it a little easier, because she's been secretly worried about the difference, of getting used to having a Robin that isn't her Robin around.

But this guy? Clearly is a completely different person. And being such a good and obedient girl, Zatanna is immediately inclined to say no.]

Sorry, but you're out of luck. Come back when you can pay the admission price to see the show.

[He does have a soft and squishy nougat center! It just takes a while to get there.]

That's just the kind of thing an impersonator would say. So either you've shrunk down ten years or you're not her. Which is it?

[A brilliant assertion which earns an eyeroll from Zatanna. Now she crosses her arms in front of her, leaned back against the counter.]

Or maybe I'm just a different Zatanna from the one in your universe. You know, kind of the same way you're definitely not the Robin from mine? Why are you giving me the fifth degree about it, anyway?

You could settle it easily. Show me your magic.

[Honestly, why does everyone fight him so hard when he presents natural solutions that don't involve blind trust?]

Except I know who I am, and I'm pretty sure I don't answer to you.

[Maybe it's something about how he puts it. Issuing orders instead of making requests? Not the best way to win people over.]

But since I get the feeling you aren't going to let up until I show you, here's the condition: you ask nicely. And that includes saying please.

[Oh for the love of--]

May I please see you do a spell.

[Maybe if Robin's lucky, Zatanna won't actually laugh out loud.]

Did that actually hurt to say? Because you made it look pretty painful.

It makes me bleed inside.

[She's stalling. She's SO stalling. ]

[She prefers to think of it as "making the moment last".]

Ouch. Maybe you should go see a doctor, then.

Or maybe you should get on with it.

[Zatanna shrugs her shoulders, doing her best to temper the mischeviousness of her grin.] If you insist.

Egnach mih otni a anirellab! [As she speaks the words, Zatanna lifts her hands towards Robin. The effect is instantaneous, as a cloud of smoke surrounds him, obscuring Robin from view. It doesn't last long, however; just enough to keep him covered while his uniform transforms into something a little different.

Go be stealthy in that, Boy Wonder.]

There. Satisfied?

[Her posture is right. And the magical gobbledygook certainly sounds the same. Maybe this can be chalked up into one of those temporal anomalies Luceti is known f--

Wait. Wait. He's suddenly aware that Zatanna has a full view of his ~~shapely, athletic, gymnast's~~ body. His cheeks burn darkly, and he reaches for his belt -- third pocket from the left, the one with the.

Right. No belt. He grits his teeth instead.]

You've made your point.

Glad to hear it. Nice legs, by the way.

[Be glad she let you keep the mask. And since the point has been made, Zatanna will turn back to her sandwich--notably, without undoing the spell. Surely Robin can get back to his room before anyone notices him, right?]

[Of course he can. And he'll be gone by the time she turns back around. But this isn't over, Zatanna. Not by a long shot. He'll just have to prepare better for the next time he approaches.]

[You do that, Robin. In the meantime? Zatanna will just be off telling Artemis all about this little encounter.]

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