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The Clocktower, New Gotham, Saturday
Dinah had actually bought some pretty nice presents for Priestly's birthday, and had found a good place to get a cake (the guy shouldn't have to make one on his own birthday (unless he really wanted to)). It was going to be a pretty cool day--

--but Dinah was not in residence. Instead, Elizabeth Tudor, Queen of England, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, etc. (circa 1558), was stopping by.

Currently she was looking out the glass windows of the Clocktower in amazement, a little fear, and a great deal of bewilderment.

Which would probably shortly become 'really pissed off' as soon as she had someone to talk to.

[Open for visits and phone calls! Dinah is now Queen Elizabeth I, based on Rachel Skarsten's appearances on Reign.]

Barbara, Helena and Alfred came out of the elevator, Alfred toting a very large sheet cake with frosting designs of cooking utensils and the words, 'Kiss the Cook, he's 24!' written on it. They stopped in the doorway to survey the scene.

"Ah." Barbara sighed, surveying the Queen with bemusement. "I see we're a little late for the party."

Helena was there in skin-tight leggings and a shirt that was falling off her shoulders.

Queen E did, in fact, look stunned and rather appalled.

"Hi guys," Priestly greeted with a rueful wave. "Fandom did a thing. Anyone want cocoa?"

"What is she wearing?" You were bad enough, Priestly, but at least you were covered modestly enough. "What is she... what is that chair?" Because it was rolling by itself, and while Queen Elizabeth had firmly ignored the parts of the Clocktower she couldn't explain, that chair was rather right there. At least the old man looked respectable? Wait. "Cake?"

Edited at 2015-12-06 03:32 am (UTC)

"Hey, 'Let them eat cake' is after your time. By, like, two hundred years," Priestly said. "It's a wheelchair. Powered by electricity. Fancy science-magic. Like the fridge."

"You're babbling again."

Are we sure Arthur isn't her ancestor?

"I want one." That was even better than the food things!

Not even remotely.

"I am not, I'm explaining. It's not my fault you have four hundred years of catching up to do. And your legs work fine. No wheelchair for you."

"If I might." Trust Alfred to recognize who this had to be. Although the fact that she had Dinah's face was rather unexpected. "I am Alfred Pennyworth, Your Majesty. My employers, Miss Helena Kyle and Miss Barbara Gordon. Miss Gordon has been paralyzed from the waist down; her chair is to assist in her mobility." He placed the cake on the counter, and gave Priestly a speaking look. Sorry about your birthday, Priestly. "Many happy returns of the day, Master Priestly."

"This blows," Helena muttered, studying the Queen. "Although that dress looks great on Dinah."

"Welcome to the Clocktower, Your Majesty," Barbara said with a sigh. "Sorry we weren't here when you arrived, Priestly."

Priestly shrugged. "It's not like this particular Fandom thing is all that predictable," he said. "And besides, you brought cake!" He finished up the batch of cocoa he was making and poured some into a mug for Elizabeth. "Here you are, your highness. Hot cocoa. It's probably going to be a lot sweeter than you're used to."

Queen E. gave him a pissy look for that, and nodded regally to the interlopers. "Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Gordon, Miss... Kyle." She was watching you, Miss I Can't Wear Real Clothes. "Pennyworth. Our arrival is very unexpected, as I hope you can understand." She took a sip of her cocoa, and then mmmmmm'd. And starting nearly chugging it. "I like this. I like this *very* much." Cocoa was a lot easier to contemplate than magical time travel.

"Figures you'd be a sugar fiend," Priestly said. "Toast should be right up, too."