Excerise is good for you! [Open!]

[keep_surviving]

While Diana was never one for overly exercising, usually doing just enough to keep herself in her wonderful curved shape, she did see that the whole ‘clears your mind’ thing was somewhat accurate. 

And her mind felt very crowded. Plus, she couldn’t argue the disadvantages of being in top physical condition when the ship went to heck for the millionth time.

So, she deck out the sensorium into her own gym. A bit of running, then maybe some swimming with Jinx if she texted her to come over.   

True, by the end of this day she’d most likely be over worked, sore and far too tired, but that almost meant she’d want nothing more than to drift into a dreamless sleep without any weight of past event or futures worries. 

Provisions had recently discovered the wonders of sky dancing and so spent him time diving and twirling in the air high above Diana’s head, apart from when she was shooting, then he would peck at the ground near her feet to avoid the possibility of stray bullets.

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[keep_surviving]

"Of course not. Intelligence is very underestimated. And something I much prefer, afterall--" Diana gestures to her own pretty, but lithe body. "--I'm not exactly a posterchild for 'brawn'."

[on_your_nerves]

"Surprisingly few people are. That doesn't stop them from entirely neglecting the use of their brains."

He seemed pleased by her sentiments in regards to intelligence.

[keep_surviving]

"But don't you think that gives people who do use their brains a better advantage?"

The crow on her shoulder tried to tuck one of the runaway strands of hair that had escaped her messy bun back into place like it was organizing a nest, but it just continued to slip out again. After several more tries Diana just removed the hair tie and shook her long, dark hair out of the bun, making the bird move onto grooming the strands near her ear with delicate precision.

"Whats the point in having brains if you can't show it off?"

[on_your_nerves]

"Precisely." Somebody else got it. "Of course, the average person hates it, despises anything remotely different from them. How dare someone else use their natural gifts and make them feel inadequate."

[keep_surviving]

Diana smirked. "Well, too bad for them. Because I find using my natural gifts far too fun."

Her head tiled at him, slowly and deliberately. "And I bet you're the same."

[on_your_nerves]

Sherlock's mouth quirked just slightly.

"I'm a consulting detective," he said. "When the police are unable to solve difficult crimes--which is lamentably often--they call me in to solve them." He looked upward as if just remembering something. "Or I should say, they called me in, past tense. The end of the world put a slight crimp in my doing my work for the Yard, and even before that, I was made to look like a fraud and fake to the general public by an enemy."

[keep_surviving]

"Wow, a detective. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer I called you 'P.I.'?" She taunted, taking a sip from her water bottle.

"That whole thing sounds totally amazing." The sarcastic lift to her voice was small, but in no way hidden. "Is it that rare is your world for people to be generally horrible to each other? Because, it pains me to bring this to your attention, but where I came from it happened alot."

[on_your_nerves]

"Hardly rare, of course, but that doesn't make the reality of it any less...unpleasant. As for it happening in your world, I suppose that would explain the survival instinct--the acute awareness of your surroundings."

A pause. "By the way, I never did get your name."

[keep_surviving]

Diana waggled her finger at him in a scolding manner, as if their ages had suddenly been reversed. "Now, now, Sherlock. Didn't you know? All girls are like that." That playful smirk was on her face again.

"It's Diana." She stroked along Provisions beak. "And you know his name."

[on_your_nerves]

"Starvation was that much of an issue where you're from, I gather."

She named it Provisions after all. Tongue-in-cheek dark humor.

[keep_surviving]

Something flashed across Diana's face for the briefest moment but she quickly regained her composure.

"You could say that." She shrugged. "But I like to keep my business, my business."

[on_your_nerves]

"Perfectly understandable."

He looked back at the track.

"Well, I'll leave you to your exercise. It was..."

Mildly unpleasant, somewhat fascinating.

"...diverting, meeting you."

That was possibly a compliment.

[keep_surviving]

Diana met the compliment with another smirk. "Thanks, sweetie. It was a thrill to meet you too."

"Sweetie!" The crow on her shoulder echoed.

[on_your_nerves]

The look on Sherlock's face was indeterminable but no less amused as he walked away.