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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.

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Pip didn't /need/ him to keep an eye on her. Part of her wanted him gone to the other side of the villa and goddamn stay there, but part of her thrilled at the prospect of him lingering there with her. Mostly, she wanted the bar like some kids wanted other people's puppies for the afternoon. Just to play with.

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.

Edited 2012-06-27 16:25 (UTC)

It took Summer several steps to realize that she wasn't in the morgue anymore. She wasn't sure if that was funny or not. She'd ask Felipe or Zack later.

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."

And cue the labcoats. There were always labcoats at these impromptu functions. You just didn't pull a party out of the ethers and except there not to be any doctor types. That was ridiculous.

Zephyr licked a strawberry seed out of the corner of his smirk and waved to Summer, "Oh hey. What's up?"

"I'm lost," Summer said, still very politely. The wave of his hand made the silver wires catch the light- they looked to be actually under his skin. She bit back the urge to examine and merely continued, "Could you tell me where I am, please?"

"Nah, you're not lost," Zephyr countered. "You just got invited to some trans-meta-intergalactic diplomacy thing. An it's mandatory."

Of course, that didn't make any sense. Did it? Hell, he'd /said/ it and it didn't make any sense. "Far as I know, White Rabbit Villa, some crazy parallel earth, Thursday."

He wasn't a hundred percent sure it was still Thursday where and whenever the Villa existed, but he wasn't about to tell her it was Monday if he didn't have to.

"Oh," Summer said, nonplussed. "I suppose that's all right... I wish they had warned. I would have dressed better." Or at least brought her boys. She felt unsafe without them; exposed.

To take her mind off it, she gestured to the wires. "What are those?" A beat later, she flushed and looked down. "I'm sorry. That was rude."

Edited (Damn you autocorrect) 2012-06-27 21:33 (UTC)

"Eh, mebbe it is, but ask me if I care." said Zephyr with a shrug.

Frankly, he enjoyed showing off his work, metallic and otherwise.

The glass surface of the coffee table pinged as he dropped the rings from his left hand there. The continuity of the silver lines in the palm of his hand showed up a lot better without them in the way, and he did have the most there, all marble streak feathered out just under the creases in his skin.

He settled his arm along the back of the couch where she could get a closer look if she liked. "Silver stuff's colloidal nerve enhancements. Rest's just regular tats. An a damselfly."

Which had been drawn on just above the inside of his elbow and flickered as he squeezed his hand into a fist.

"That is amazing," Summer breathed, leaning as close as she could get to his skin without touching. "What on earth is a colloidal nerve enhancement? I didn't think I was that behind on the literature, but I've never seen anything like this."

All this excitement over something he'd had done in the back of a seedy tattoo parlor. How about that?

Origins of his lines aside, Zephyr was all too happy to preen.

"Woul, my skin wasn't sensitive enough for somea the stuff I gotta do, so I had this put in. Starts out it's this opally blue goop, but then they like get inta onea those old nerve conduction tests with the needles. Shootcha up with this. Hurts like hell for a couplea seconds an the next thing ya know, you're all sparkly and everthin tickles."

"Hmm." Summer straightened up. "What on earth would you need to be more sensitive for? I've never seen anything like that. Less sensitive..." She shivered a little, remembering the feel of burlap across her skin. "That happens all the time."

"Woul, so I can..."

Wait. He'd missed something. In fact, given some of the stuff Seb remembered doing, he'd pretty much pulled a Seb there. He thought of the evoker-who-wasn't-actually-an-evoker.

"You got people with othersense where you're from or is that like... what'm I talkin about?"

Summer blinked at him, puzzled. "Othersense? I've never heard of that." Well, at least not in real life. Some of those movies that Zack and Felipe threw popcorn at had mentioned something similar, but she'd never been paying enough attention to know what they were talking about.

Edited (jack =!= summer) 2012-06-28 03:39 (UTC)

"Eh, 's fine. Plenty places floatin around dun have people like me, as is my understandin. Anyway," Zephyr reached over to his platter of strawberries and helped himself to a big, juicy one that still had a few specks of leaves at the end. "Bsides, mine's easy. This berry was a person? I'd know what it was thinkin."

Though in the way of people he could touch at that moment, he didn't more than waggle his pinkie in Summer's direction. As he made short work of his dessert, of course.

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