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Shipwreck Light ([personal profile] shipwreck_light) wrote in [community profile] rainbowlounge2012-06-27 09:20 am
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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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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-27 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Augusto looked up at her and smiled. She didn't look terribly familiar, but he might have met her before; she looked like she was nineteen or twenty and the slightest bit like Anna.

"Yes, it is. Have we met?"
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-27 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"No. We definitely haven't met. Oh my god. This is so cool. Weird, but..." Marietta stopped herself. "I'm, uh, technically your granddaughter. Which is totally weird. Maria's my mom. I've always wanted to meet you. God, this is so cool."
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-27 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
More wine, he decided, and finished off his glass. He didn't have a daughter named Maria...at least yet.

"Sit down," he offered. There was no delicate way to ask it, but he had to anyway. "When was Maria born?"
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-27 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"2005," she said promptly, as she sat down. "September. I was born in 2031. January. Kind of a total accident." To put it mildly.
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-27 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
At least seventeen children, then. He might be lucky to survive Martina finding out.

"She won't be born for three years for me," Augusto said. "It's wonderful to meet you. What's your name?"
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-27 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wow, it's 2002 for you? That's so weird. Well. I guess it's no weirder than...this." Marietta smiled. "I'm Marietta."
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-27 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"Marietta." He smiled. "I have five grandchildren now, but you know that. I assume there are a lot more of you." With seventeen children, he'd be stunned if there were only six--especially since he knew Lea wanted more, Torey and Johnny both wanted kids, and David apparently didn't know what condoms were.
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-28 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yeah," Marietta agreed. "Let's see, four from Torey, two from Johnny, five from Lea, nine from David, that's twenty. Four from Romeo, three from Leo, three from Nicoletta, two from Isabella, that's another twelve. Eight from Vito, two from Gino, four from Cristina, two from Elisabetta, one from Eva, six from Adamo, and me. Another twenty-four. So fifty-six of us in all." She paused as that sunk in. "Man. I don't think I ever actually counted before."
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-28 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
Augusto stared at her. "Nine--Adamo--fifty-six?" Yes, that last was in Italian.

Best to start with the Adamo bit. "Adamo isn't born yet for me. Who's his mother?"

Nine. And David never wanted children. Good Lord, nine children who had David as their father. Augusto just hoped that Maggie was not the mother of all of them.
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-28 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Julia," Marietta said. "Oh, that's right--he's two years older than my mom. Born 2003."

She couldn't help but giggle at his expression. "Yeah, it's a lot, isn't it?"
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-28 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm still trying to take in the fact that David has nine children and I have eighteen," Augusto admitted. "Fifty-six is far beyond that." He paused. "Only Mina and Stefano didn't have any?"
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-28 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Nineteen," Marietta said automatically, and then stopped. "Oh, oops. Am I allowed to--huh. How does this work, crossing timelines and everything?" She glanced around, almost expecting some kind of interdimensional time police to burst through the doors. "Oh well. I've already--nineteen. Gina Sophia is the nineteenth, age-wise right after Gino. She, um, she showed up after you..." She stopped. "Yeah. She didn't have any kids either. Or Teresa."
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-28 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Teresa was a given," Augusto said quickly. "If anyone got her pregnant..." That shouldn't need to be continued.

"...nineteen. And she showed up." He paused. "She didn't show up from Sicily, did she?"
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-28 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"True, true. Just covering my bases," Marietta said, and she tried to hide a smirk at that last part. "No--California, actually. Her mother was named Virginia? I think she was a lawyer."
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-28 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Augusto had to resist a groan. "Virginia. I was already dead, I assume? Or Martina would have made sure I was."
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-28 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
"She didn't show up until after, yeah," Marietta said. "Kind of sad. She'd really wanted to meet you, from what I heard. Which is understandable. Who doesn't want to meet their father? Well, except for me," she said, off-handed. "She's really nice, and she and Mrs. Corlioni were really close. She and her wife opened a bakery together, in New York, with the inheritance, and she fit right in with everyone. She looks a lot like Aunt Teresa."
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-28 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
He'd had that clause written into the will for a reason, and Gina Sophia fulfilled the reason.

Augusto resolved to try to hunt down Virginia and her daughter, to be in his daughter's life so she wouldn't have that happen in his universe.

He could ask how old he was, how old his children were, when he died, but they'd talked enough about him, and she'd probably heard about him. He would never meet her, though. "Why don't you want to meet your father?"
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-28 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Mainly because he was dead, and her mother had done it, which meant he had been either a two-timing deadbeat or a petty criminal, but Marietta couldn't exactly say that. "I was unplanned, to say the least. Mom actually had her tubes tied pretty young, but I managed to happen anyway. He wanted nothing to do with me." It was close to true, kinda. Had he lived long enough to know about her existence, she was pretty sure that was how it would've gone.
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-28 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Augusto's eyes narrowed, just a little, but it was probably safe to say that his children would take care of any problems that might arise with him. Might have arisen may be a better way to put it.

"It's fortunate that her tubal failed," he said with a smile. "How old are you?"
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-28 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm twenty," Marietta said. "I go to CUNY. Was on my way to meet Mom for lunch when I ended up...here. Wherever here is. This is pretty weird, isn't it?"
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-28 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Weird? Being here, meeting my granddaughter born sometime after I die when I meant to see Gabriella before my granddaughter's mother was even conceived? I think that's a little weird." Augusto smiled. "But a good weird. What do you study?"
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-28 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, when you put it that way," Marietta said, and grinned. "English. Creative writing, really. I'm pretty sure I want to be an author."
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-28 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"What sort of books will you write?" Augusto asked. He considered getting another glass of wine, but Pip would probably have all sorts of questions if he went back to the bar with Marietta.
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[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2012-06-28 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mysteries, mostly," Marietta said, a touch sheepishly. "I've got this character I kinda want to do something with...she's a sociopath, but she trained herself not to kill, and she becomes a detective and uses what she knows about herself to catch serial killers."
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[personal profile] augusto_corlioni 2012-06-28 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Augusto nodded, smiling a bit. "How much are you inspired by what our family does?"

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