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The Villa Is Open
Zephyr had a plan. "We are gonna make you the best electric milkshake that ever was!"
"Or will be!" Pip joined in, clapping her hands over her head as she danced along before him and Roa and generally got in the way of where they were trying to walk.
This gave Zephyr plenty of excuse to pause at the end of the hall and make himself a sweeping gesture. "In the historya... ah..." one that should have ended with him banging his hand on the wall.
Except for the part where the applicable wall had disappeared and not in the usual behold the busted drywall kind of way. It was just gone. Likewise, the hallway and the entirety of Sky Plaza.
Zephyr stood on some low, sweeping stone steps. That happened to be outside, while just a moment before been /inside/ and headed to the kitchen. "OK, what the hell?"
Roa took in the sudden sky all golden up the flanks of the villa before them and held her finger to her lips in curiosity. "I don't know, actually." Then, she attempted to walk down the way they had come. This got her over the steps and almost to the spray from the fountain in the drive before it became quite apparent merely turning around wasn't going to accomplish much besides dampening her shoes. Back up she went. "This *looks* like where they held the last Court of the Manor."
"You dunno?" his next sound was an odd one, not a moan and not a laugh, and awfully feline besides. "Yeah, that's not freakin me out or nothin. Dun you know everythin?"
"Zephyyyr. Same to you."
"You guys," interjected Pip, her bare toes rapping on the stone. "Think this's kinda the same thing happened to Seb."
"Hm?" Zephyr craned himself her way, and their hands tangled together, wires all a-flash.
"Mm!"
"Mnhn."
"Nnn~."
"Well, I like your theory so far," Roa nodded. Mostly, she wasn't being silly right back at their latest ridiculous display. Mostly. "Happened to Siebenkas...?"
"Yeah, he had this dream," the elder of the two evokers almost began to explain, digits working.
Whatever he meant to coax out of the recollections between them, Pip took over, swaying as she did. "He thinks was a dream, but is totally notta dream. I know. I touched him thinkin about it an it was all wrong fora dream. Still didn't make any sense, but not the same kinda way dreams do."
"Also, Seb never dreams he's nekkid. Fun fact."
("So useful, too," Roa remarked, quite to herself.)
"But, he walked outta his bathroom an alla a sudden, he was in this bar in Old New York an there were all these other people an he was almost kinda sorta mebbe flirtin with this mob boss lady over gin an tonic and then there was this real cute muddy guy. Seb didn't think he was so cute, but I did. He got way more distracted by the other lady evoked with her eyes and the booze was good an there were pretty blond polyamourous peeps bonkin in the restroom an... an... an..."
Her not so little description might have gone on another few hours, except that Zephyr reached around with his unoccupied hand and tickled her. The way they'd tangled up together, she must have known it was coming.
Which left Roa to conclude Pip wanted tickled more than she wanted to discuss any washroom adventures. "On one hand, that sounds very much like a dream to me. On the other, if there's some sort of precedent for people in our manor suddenly disobeying all known laws of physics. And you're not playing some sort of elaborate prank."
"Hey! I had my heart set on givin you your first electric milkshake an that's not somethin I'd go back on for any money." Next thing she did know with any certainty, Zephyr had play staggered over, clutching at his shirt, "'m so disappointed it /huuurts/."
"Well, you can make it up to me when the universe goes back to normal."
Grin for the time being, too.
"It is going to go back to normal?"
"Did last time. 's why we still gotta Seb an notta portal to someplace called Dan's," said Pip.
"Alright, so why don't we...?"
"Make the besta it?"
"Yes!" Roa swung from Zephyr's grasp. He only then reached for her, trying to find that place in her moments where the best meant [concrete] he could play after and with her. As it was, he missed her as she skipped the villa steps instead, swirling her skirt in her hands and calling back after: "We're going to get company, right?"
"Woul, that'd be nice, but if not," he shrugged. "We get blitzed an watch the stars come out." A quick little sigh and a pop of his shoulder after, he followed.
Pip watched the space in the sky where the clouds should have been. The end of her nose twitched. "We're so gettin company. Can smell it, almost. Somethin's zactly not right out there." Laughing then, she blew past them both and straight through the doors.
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ETA: This post has not been up thirty-six hours and we officially have more than 500 comments. SO I SUPPOSE THIS ISN'T FUN AT ALL AMMIRITE? XD
ETA II: I am really, really touched that everyone wants to take care of the deceased fellow in the pool. I'm sure he appreciates it (he didn't even have a name in the story where he first appeared ;_;). But, alas, there was only one of him and he's currently being handled. He may be installed in a bedroom shortly, and should that happen, I will give him his own thread for poking purposes.
Pip
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Oddly enough, this was not the first time Pip had tended bar.
She had fixed drinks for her father's roommates from when she was big enough to unscrew the lids on the applicable bottles. When they had lived in the back of Club Fuerza, sometimes the owner put her on shaker duty just to watch the customers react, which usually meant gaping or nervous laughter, though there had been all kinds of fun reactions and of course some people who were already too drunk to notice.
She'd actually done /less/ bartending now that she lived in a manor, and then mostly for Dad. Oh, Ambra placed orders when her nails just wouldn't dry, nevermind those few times Siebenkas got himself silly and didn't manage to turn down her offer of one more.
Pip remembered though and with great fondness. She /liked/ be responsible for silliness in others.
And besides, most people after a drink or two? They stopped noticing if she wanted to rub on their hands and have herself that very special drink of her own: the cares they just couldn't seem to actually care about anymore.
She raided the back room and the walk-in, scampering between those and the bar itself, her arms overflowing with pineapple juice flacons and bottles of rum. She filled her skirt with limes and let those run free along the counter. And before she helped herself to any ice cream.
Of which she only tasted a little. With a spoon and everything.
The chalk board of specials had been labeled with some cordials that all sounded boring to Pip. She scrubbed them out and wrote instead.
Tonight's Specials
Mai Tai
Singapore Sling
Paradise
Cosmopolitan
Sharkbite
Electric Milkshake
Iced Tea That Makes You Blush
She almost ran out of room on the last one and had to write pretty small, but in the end she got the point across, even with a pink-cheeked smiley face.
Then, she pushed over the stepstool and waited. This enormous grin on her face.
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Therefore, the Deputy Director really should have known that she wasn't an idiot.
She knew almost from the beginning that he was up to something, of course, but now she also knew he expected her to figure it out. It made sense. A lot of people were loyal to her, far more than to him, and she was still out in the field, able to get her hands dirty. Whatever he was working on, he needed her help, but he didn't want her to know that.
She smirked, pressing the post-it to his computer, the words on it printed in crisp blue ink: I want in.
She'd give him what he wanted for now, she thought, as she headed to leave his office. Then she'd make her move when she was ready.
However, the second she left Winters' office, all thoughts of his plans got shoved to the back of her mind. She was no longer at the Time Institute. She was in a ballroom. There was a bar right next to her, a girl behind it, no older than twelve.
"What the hell?" she said, and then eyed the girl. She might seem harmless, but then, so did Acantha much of the time. "Where am I?"
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Zephyr
She told him all this in the way she slid him his iced tea and vodka so their knuckles brushed.
She didn't need him, but she kinda wanted him around still. An easy thing to compromise around, even for Zephyr. The villa all glowy window silhouettes deserted, he could scope out the best places to sit and also the unguarded punch bowls of whipped cream. Why, a dish of the stuff lined up with some silvery suede couches in the neatest little arc.
So, Zephyr gave Pip an Eskimo kiss that betrayed his plans and got to settling himself as the first voices began in the doorway. What the hell and where am I. Seemed almost familiar already.
At the Court of the Manor, he'd had to stop himself from sticking his fingers in the whipped cream. Tonight, /No dice!/, he thought as hard as he could at the wibbly and unguarded fluff. Licking some from his finger found no sugar in it. The cream itself was buttery fragrant and succulent.
Zephyr put a big glob of it on a plate, spooned some strawberries around and sprinkled cracked pepper intended for one of the hors d'oeuvres over everything.
Some barbecued chicken wings would have rounded everything out nicely, but good luck finding those at a fancy dinner party. That being the reason he just couldn't get into the food aspects of such things no matter how much Boreas insisted that caviar was actually good, once you got used to it.
Screw the caviar. The people were the real dainties at these things, even if these things were also interdimensional accidents.
Zephyr slung himself into the middle of the best silver suede couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table.
Somebody here would amuse him. It was inevitable.
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At any rate, it was the smell that got to her, the smell of green and growing things, the smell of life, so alien to the antiseptic halls of the morgue. She looked up from the file she'd been reading and blinked at the room. It was very beautiful; sleek and minimalist, decorated for some kind of party with a buffet and chairs and everything, a gorgeous place. She looked down at her lab coat and plain khaki pants and felt distinctly underdressed. In a place like this she should be wearing a ballgown, or at the very least a dress.
Well. She had no idea where she was, but she was hungry, and there was a buffet. There were also people to ask questions of. She picked over the buffet, then approached the strange, silvery man on a couch-- he looked the most comfortable, therefore probably knew the most-- and said, politely, "Excuse me."
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Roa
It sounded so empty there without the courtiers and their lords. She could catch the faintest whisper of the breeze through the windows, swish of the wine bottle over her skirt as she walked. The sound of her shoes echoed between.
Roa wanted an electric milkshake. Absolutely, she did. But, she considered that venture quite interrupted. Now, she would explore her own way. The best of things indeed.
The garden smelled fantastic. She couldn't even name all of the flowers peeking their little faces up to the long, long shadows against the sun. But, they all had tags at their feet if she stooped and lifted the skirts of their leaves aside. And outside, no more echoes would chase her down.
She and her wine bottle hopped right out the window and onto the first path that caught her fancy. The flowers there she did happen to know: Brugmansia suaveolens. Sort of a spindly specimen, more blooms than substance. Of course, it would be too cool for it here, no matter the sweat that had gathered on Roa's bottle of chilled rose. She popped the cork out with her pocket knife and poured herself a saucer as she walked along.
No lords would get after her about /glasses/ this evening.
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And it wasn't even someplace she knew!
It was nice, Nicoletta grudgingly admitted to herself. Beautiful, really, with the paths of the garden, the well-tended plants...
...the woman drinking wine out of a saucer...
"Are there no glasses?" she asked, grinning.
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He'd meant to go home, after the funeral. Richard's funeral. His longest, closest friend--just friends, a wry, bitter mental voice chimed in--was dead, and he should be at home, not heading for his office. Why had he come here? Right now, his empire--and he was dramatic enough to refer to it as such, maybe even unironically--just seemed so small, so meaningless.
Maybe that was why.
He shook his head and unlocked the door to his office, swinging it open and stepping inside. He'd get a drink, maybe, then leave. Then he'd go home.
Or at least that was the plan before he really took in his surroundings. This was not his office. This was an expansive ballroom with marble floors and high, vaulted ceilings, and he had no idea what was going on.
Mark did not appreciate having no idea what was going on.
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Eva loved date night, loved having the time with Michael that they carved out of their schedules at least once a month. Most of the rest of the time was devoted to school and Jimmy, but date night was theirs.
She finished doing her hair and touched up her lipstick before turning to leave her bathroom to go say goodbye to Jimmy before she left.
The ballroom was distinctly not her bedroom.
She stepped backward and, when that didn't work, blinked hard. Then she pinched herself, maybe hard enough to bruise.
Still there.
At least the man nearby looked as confused as she felt. Disgruntled, but confused.
"I take it you have no idea where this is?"
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So of course he wound up instead in a sybarite's wet dream, warm air and the smell of plants hitting him in the face like a blow.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," he said, disgusted. "Not this again!"
At least Miranda would accept "I got randomly transported to some other place again as an excuse.
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"Okay, this is new," she said, and turned around. There was a guy nearby. He looked annoyed. "Hi?" she ventured, a mix between cautious and curious.
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It's late. I hope Zero made it home safely. Adam thrummed his claws against the desk. Zero mentioned his memory lapses returned and he worried about forgetting Adam and his home. Adam didn't think it would happen, but there was always the possibility.
Adam pushed his worry down as he checked his phone for any messages. He flipped through them on his way out the office and into a ballroom. Adam blinked and looked around. He didn't see Tabitha's desk or the hallway leading to the other offices. He looked at the marble floors and the vaulted ceilings. Adam put his phone back in his pocket and walked around.
It was a beautiful room the only problem Adam didn't know where he was.
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Then he stopped dead.
He liked the house. Loved it, really. He and Adamo had picked it out just before they got married, with the goal of having a houseful of children eventually in mind. And it was gorgeous, fitting the price range and everything the two of them had done to improve it.
The house was not this gorgeous.
Zach set her armloads of groceries down, slowly, and looked up at the vaulted ceiling that was much, much higher than the ceiling of the foyer.
"What the hell?"
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This was...not his office. This was a rather expansive ballroom, almost as expansive as Heaven's own ballroom. And he'd just run into someone. "My apologies," he said to--her. The pronoun sprung into his mind, unbidden, and he realized he had brushed her arm. Accidental telepathy--how embarrassing, not to mention rude. He stepped back. "I seem to have landed here by accident."
And that was very troubling.
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Probably Alexa had taken one look at the old shop and run for her life. Oh well. At least the coffee was good, Ahava shouldered the door open and nearly dropped her textbook on her foot.
This... this was not a remodel.
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And David was supposed to come over for movies.
Zephyr had been very nice. It made her more comfortable meeting other people. Not that she was generally uncomfortable with the idea of meeting people, but in a strange place, she should be careful.
The girl, about her age, looked really friendly, though. And smart, with the book she was carrying. And she looked kind of like Teresa felt.
"You're not where you're supposed to be, either, are you?"
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Sighing, he forced himself to climb the last few stairs to his floor. He fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his apartment door, pushing it open and walking inside.
...and this was definitely not his apartment. He sure as fuck wasn't paid this well.
What the hell had just happened?
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But she could poke the FBI now.
...he looked old, damn.
"Agent Harlow," she purred, "has it really been that long?"
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Not that there were a lot of clues besides "sumptuous", "hot", "humid", and "not his own place or time".
Too bad he didn't read science fiction like some of his children. They might have more of an explanation.
He sat on a couch and watched other people. Some were dressed up, some dressed down, and no one looked like they particularly knew what was happening.
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Marietta couldn't believe her eyes. It was her nonno, sitting on a couch, just looking all casual, and he was totally alive. Having been born twelve years after he died, she'd never gotten the chance to meet him, but he looked exactly like the pictures she'd seen.
Or, wait. Considering the Matteo doppelganger, maybe he just looked like him. "Excuse me," she said, because even if she didn't know what was going on, she had to find out, "this is going to be a weird question, but is your name Augusto Corlioni by any chance?"
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She was beginning to understand Ivy's anti-pregnancy stance. Not that it wasn't wonderful, feeling another human being growing and moving inside her, but the morning sickness and swelling ankles and enormous stomach and constant need to pee were getting old.
Oh well. One more month. She ducked into a restaurant, and stared open-mouthed for a moment at the Arch of the ceiling above her. Fucking fancy restaurant... But there was the bathroom. She ran for it.
A few minutes later she came out, shaking her hands dry, and stared up at the ceiling again, suspicion growing in the pit of her stomach. No restaurant in New York had this kind of ceiling. There was just no space.
"Toto," she whispered to her belly, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
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"That was a neat trick," he said.
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Bed seemed nice right now. It'd been a long day.
But when Yuyan opened the door, her room wasn't there; instead, she had stepped into what looked like a...manor, of some sort, except from when or where she couldn't exactly figure out. The scent of jasmine and peaches hung heavy in the warm air, and she realized that wherever she was, it had to be summertime.
A trail of torn paper caught her eye; curious, she followed it. Perhaps it was left behind by someone who'd been caught here too.
Yuyan walked and walked until the path ended at a large pool, lined on both sides with stone statues of armed women. The water was a clear crystalline aqua at her feet, deepening into sapphire blue. It was all very pretty, and in any other situation she would have liked it very much.
Then she noticed the dead man floating on the water. His lips were purple and his skin pale and clammy, with his short sandy hair plastered to his head. He'd been dead for quite some time, judging from how he floated, but how did nobody notice?
Yuyan was an expert swimmer--you didn't grow up in Feiyu Village without becoming one--but even with the water's buoyancy, she wasn't sure she could drag him out.
Turning round, she hurried back the way she came and then some, until she came into a garden with the same peach-and-jasmine fragrance, the grass soft under her bare feet. She wasn't dressed right for this place, not in her chemise and bloomers, but the dead man had a higher priority.
"Excuse me," she announced to the people standing about, "but there's a dead body in your pool!"
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And someone really should get it out of the water.
"S'not my pool," he said, "but if ya show me where it is, I'll get it out."
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He turns just in time to feel Johnny bump into him. Stumbling to the side, he rolls his eyes, muttering, "Great, just the perfect end to a perfect-fucking day."
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"Said 'm sorry she was..." He trailed off, searching for the best word, and came up with, "Her. The fuck are we?"
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"Wow. I haven't had any friends that long except my brothers and my older sister."
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Especially since this never should have happened.
Especially since Sorell was five now, and old enough that such things mattered.
At least she'd kidnapped a decent tutor for him--she lacked the patience to teach him everything he'd need to know when they took Feredar back from the stupid usurper Andrell, and Keta wouldn't have any clue where to start, and always seemed to tell her that the things she was teaching Sorell, she was going about all wrong.
The problem was, the man was damned uncooperative. But she'd set up a nice room for him--not a cell, but something worthy of the tutor of the rightful King of Feredar, she wasn't a savage--and was on her way to make another persuasive stab at him.
...not literally. Yet.
She was most unhappy when the door opened on a room that was manifestly not the one she'd set up for Sorell's tutor.
The fact that it was grander by far than any she currently had access to just made the insult rankle more.
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"Hello," he said, and tilted his head. She was much shorter than he was. He could overpower her if he had to.
Though not here. Obviously.
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It was probably weirder for Cousin Mera, who was actually older than their uncle.
But Denill liked spending time with Uncle Andrell, and had been looking forward to this afternoon for a while.
He picked up his pace--though not quite running down the hall--and pushed open the closest door to outside--
And ended up definitely not outside.
His eyes widened as he took in the pretty--and altogether unfamiliar--room around him. "Oh!"
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"Love you," she murmured, and he smiled as he got out of bed.
He padded down the hall to the nursery, quietly opening the door. He headed to her crib and picked her up, slowly rocking her and murmuring quiet noises in order to sooth her back to sleep.
"Good girl," he said, as her eyes lidded closed, and smiled. He dropped a kiss on her forehead and gently placed her back in the crib, then left the nursery, carefully shutting the door behind him.
When he turned around, he stopped cold. He was not in his hallway. He was in a gigantic ballroom, wearing an undershirt and a pair of pajama pants.
What...was going on?
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Well, she could sympathize. And God, was he ever cute. Gina picked up her plate and wandered over to him.
"Hi," she said. "Weren't expecting to end up here, I take it."
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"Okay. I'm gonna clean up here and call it a night." Albert rubbed his eyes.
"You mean end it with Chris." Susie cooed. She laughed at the flush on his face as she floated out the office.
Albert shook his head and returned to his work. He couldn't believe it three bodies resurrected on the same day. He didn't understand why it was so hard to do things without disturbing the dead. Albert shook his head and walked out of his office. He couldn't wait to take a bath and spend the night with Chris.
He moved to turn down the hall when he didn't see it. He frowned at the beautiful, but unfamiliar manor. Albert walked down the hallway until he ended at a large pool. He felt the familiar fear creep along his back as he took a few breaths to calm down.
Albert moved to go back in the manor when he saw the unmoving body in the pool. The sandy hair and blue lips caused Albert to fall to the ground all his relaxation techniques forgotten.
"There's a dead person in this pool!"
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Well. Now it was time for a bath, and she was looking forward to that. But when she opened the door, there was no steaming wooden tub, no sweet-smelling water.
There was, though, an enormous room that was more luxurious than anything in the palace where she'd grown up, with high arched ceilings, statues made of what looked like clear glass, and a large tub of some bubbly drink.
Oh, not again.
Well, she was a little hungry, and there was a long table laid out with all sorts of food. Setsuko filled a saucer with some cherries and nashi pears, and decided to try whatever was in the tub.
She'd find her way back, eventually...
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The baby, perhaps sensing her mother's agitation, began to kick very hard at Gina's lungs. She huffed and bent over, holding on to the back of a chair and rubbing her belly, taking deep breaths. "Easy, kid," she muttered. "Easy now. Calm down-- ow, calm down!"
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No word yet on when Deshell was going to be home, but he'd said this morning he was going to be late, and she was trying to decide whether to wait up for him.
Get the boys settled first, then decide.
She rubbed at the back of her neck and headed for the kitchen to finish cleaning up. "If you're not in bed by the time I come check, we won't go to the zoo--"
This is not my kitchen.
Where the everloving hell am I?
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...what? where?
I did it again!
She'd had trouble with sleepwalking a couple weeks ago, but the last few nights she hadn't--at least not that she'd noticed, but maybe that was just because she blocked the door well enough. But nothing had seemed out of place in her room the past few days.
She still hadn't told Dad or anyone--though if she'd somehow managed to get past her own carefully-laid barriers and sleepwalk all the way to what looked like a whole other world...!
This is bad. This is badbadbadbadbad.
Unless I'm not sleepwalking again. Maybe I'm just dreaming. Yes. Yes, that must be it. I'm dreaming. It was just a weird week. Yes. Definitely.
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At least this was interesting.
He leaned back against the wall and watched the crowd, a small half-smile on his face.
(OOC: this is Sociopath!Aaron. Approach at your own risk.)
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He couldn't wait to see his mom and catch up with her. On his way out the door he blinked when he entered another hallway.
"Karin, you better not be doing another mind trick!" Seth yelled. She thinks it's so funny because she's a psychic. He shook his head and looked around. It was a beautiful hallway, but he didn't recognize it. He continued on until he entered a ballroom with many unfamiliar people.
Seth scratched his head as shadows started to shift around him protectively.
"Hmm, now where am I?"
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He was in a garden, that much was certain, but he'd never been in so quiet a place with so many plants. From a distance he spied a wine glass and stared at it wistfully, but in the end settled back beneath the tree he had awoke under and listened to the peaches, thinking.
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"Is your hair genetically pink, or is it dyed?" she asked, in her best polite tones.
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