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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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Second floor, room 213. Janna hauled her wheeled suitcase up the last step with a bump and strode along the balcony, checking room numbers with a quick, efficient sideways glance.

Normally she'd be sleeping in the back of her semi-truck cab, but she was on vacation. Vacation meant, one, less gas-guzzling transportation - in this case, a friend's borrowed Chevy that didn't have to be in L.A. for two weeks - and two, a real motel room with a real bathtub. Truckstop showers just didn't cut it.

Here she was, room 213. She swiped the keycard, elbowed the door open, then turned and backed in, holding the door open with her butt while she wrangled the suitcase around the edge of the doorjamb. Thus she didn't see the exact moment when "mildly beat-up single hotel room" changed to "glamorous ballroom and buffet area".

By the time she straightened up, the transformation was definitely complete. Her first reaction was to push her thick blonde hair out of her face and do a full 360, still holding the door open. Nobody was paying much attention to her, and the nearest people were a good five feet away or more, so she leaned back out the door and thumped on the exterior wall. It resolutely refused to change back into cheap concrete block.

"Good God," she muttered, pushing herself back to an upright position inside the room. "I'm in a fantasy novel." She fished her cell phone out of her jeans pocket and flipped it open: no service. Of course.

Okay, either this place ran on parallel time to Earth - in which case she didn't need to worry about getting back on time for another ten days or so - or it worked like Narnia, in which case she never needed to worry about getting back at all, unless she actually died here (in which case she doubted she'd be worrying any further) - or it worked like a reverse Narnia, in which case she'd already been given up for dead, and by the time she found her way back everyone she knew would probably be dead too. On the upside, jetpacks.

Any way you cut it, it was an adventure, and hopefully a vacation too.

"Hey! Miss," she said to the bartender. As she headed over to the bar, she caught the handle of her suitcase and pulled it along; no point letting it disappear on her. She still wanted that bath. "Can you tell me where I am?" The bartender looked extremely young to be tending bar, but Janna figured anyone old enough to choose to tend bar was old enough to know what she was letting herself in for: namely, questions from random strangers.

Ooh! Suitcase. With otherworldly clothes and stuff in it! Pip made a mental note of them as she drew herself up and announced: "The best bar in the galaxy!"

Although, she couldn't quite make herself believe that, and it must have showed on her face. Well, you could evoke some people all of the time and all of the people sometimes, but when you'd gotten your hands on enough other bartenders in your time evoking...

Well, she covered it up with a smile. "Ok, how bout /not/ the worst bar in the galaxy? Other'n that, White Rabbit Villa. Earth. Milky way."

(OOC: LOLing forever @ "On the upside, jetpacks.")

((OOC: Thank you! *g*))

Janna nodded. "Thanks. What century?" So, more sci-fi than fantasy, then, if those terms even applied. She was still going to keep her eyes wide open: there was just kind of a fairy-tale feel to this place, like saying the wrong thing or taking the wrong turn could get you turned into a frog... though she supposed that was a natural way to feel after she'd already taken one wrong turn and landed here. If her premonitions were really accurate enough to worry about, she'd've felt a warning before she stepped through the door.

But as long as she was supposed to be on far-future Earth - "Oh, and what part of Earth?" she added to the barkeeper - she didn't feel too hopeless about getting back. It wasn't as likely she'd stepped through a magic portal that only opened once every thousand years as it would be if she'd wound up in an actual magical realm. She was aware that her genre-savviness might be all wrong, but straight-up time travel seemed a bit safer, more likely to be tech-controlled and easily reversible. Janna believed in magic, but she didn't trust it.

So, for now, might as well enjoy herself. Cautiously. "And, uh, what d'you have to drink?"

"104 PNA, July, Helicon outlying territories. I think. We're like two hours outta the city." Pip shrugged. "Gotta understand, I didn't zactly walk here. But I can make all kindsa cocktails an there's wine all over the place back there." And she tipped her shoulder towards the curtains to the back room.

(OOC: holy crap; I am so sorry that took so long. I had to go check some notes.)

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