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Gotham University Campus, Monday afternoon


A couple heads swiveled around, and Dinah grinned back at them, then stretched. Some of the female faces brightened. Most of the male faces just looked confused. Well, most.

"I'm sorry?" Her stats professor asked, looking askance. "Where is Miss Lance?"

"Dinah's got the flu. I'm her cousin David. She asked me to sit in and get her assignments. That cool with you, ma'am?"

She blinked, then shrugged. "I suppose. Please have her e-mail me next time first, though... Lefkowitz?"


Dinah restrained the urge to giggle, and very soberly paid attention during the rest of class. Well. For someone repressing internal snickers. At the end of class, Kyle came over, looking very worried. "Is she going to be okay? Uh. I'm Kyle. Hi. Why didn't she phone me?"

Awwwwwww. "She can't talk, dude. Her voice is shot. She wrote me some notes about you, you've been tutoring her, right?"

Kyle ducked his head and blushed. "Um. Yeah. I mean. I've been trying, she really doesn't need it, she just gets frustrated, she's smart. You know? Well. Sure you know. You're her cousin." Then, very almost-nonchalantly to the point of not being so at all, he asked in a rush, "So, you think she's over her ex yet?"

...Um? Oh, Kyle.

"Let's walk and talk, Kyle." Dinah paused as two of her other friends came up to ask about her. "I think it's past time."

[ooc: establishy, but open for texts and phone calls!]

"That hierarchy thing you guys have going makes you all waaaay too competitive," Dinah said, contemplating that. "Having that be the first two things anyone knows about you. It'd be like if I wore a sign that said 'touch telepath, telekinetic, and oh by the way if I scream loud enough you might die' around my neck back home."

"It's not really a competition," Karla said. "At least, for those of us with brains it isn't."

Easy words for a Sapphire-Jeweled witch, not that Karla realized it.

"It's more like a dance, because rank is so fluid. Caste and Jewel rank, of course, and social rank as well. I mean, think about it, Beale technically outranks me because he wears the Red. Cassidy and I are both Queens, but I outrank her Jewel and she's not an aristo, though that social rank really only matters when that's all someone has." She sniffed, dismissing the who aristo class with a wave. "Morton outranks Cassidy's Jewel, but not by caste. Same with Julian, but since he's a Warlord Prince, it's a lot closer. See? A dance."

A very intricate one with steps that were very hard to learn.

"But it's all based on magic, and who could take who in a showdown, or has some rare and useful trait," Dinah pointed out. "Although it does sound more complicated than your Julian would be happy to admit... My world does that too, I guess. For people who really care about money, or status. No, power. It's about power."

Dinah was feeling her way into something she didn't quite have words for here. But that last idea felt right, for Gotham and for Kaeleer.