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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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"They're really pretty," she said, "and they look good with your tattoos. I wish I could paint you." She didn't know if she could capture the twinkly silver of the wires without it being too forceful, but she could try. "Um, if I'm not in New York...where am I? Can I call my brother?"

Zephyr gave her this huge, ridiculous grin. "Woul thanks. I mean it."

One simply did not have tats put on top of nerve enhancements and turn down a compliment on either set of work, let alone both.

"As for /where/, think we're in Helicon. Didn drive here so 's kinda foggy on that. There's like no phone service out here, so prolly no brother callin. Sorry."

The dollop of whipped cream on the verge of escaping his plate. That got to get all melty on his finger instead and right before he popped it into his mouth.

"Wait, you gotta phone on you? I'll see if I can make it work."

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Teresa shook her head. "It's in my house. I was going into my studio...where's Helicon?" She was starting to not like this at all.

On second thought, that was kind of not a good idea. In fact, it was a pretty dumbass idea. Yep. Zephyr's going to make a three hundred year old phone run on an ad hoc network in no service land. In fact, he's going to make it dial into the past, because that's just how goddamn awesome he is.

But.

(Where was Nene when you needed her? Probably passed out under some antique skin mags.)

He /could/ imagine what it was like when nobody even pretended to help.

"Woul that sucks. Not havin a phone. Sucks way more en endin up couplea thousand miles from where you were, if ya ask me."

She sure hadn't.

"But, yknow what? There's totally cake. 's from Chateau Sucre an everythin. So how bout I getcha some an... you said you liketa paint? You can tell me about that."

Teresa didn't know what 'Chateau' meant, besides that they'd stayed in one in Switzerland so it was probably a kind of house, but she did know 'Sucre' meant sugar. So the cake was probably pretty good. "Thank you," she said, and settled herself better on the couch. She wasn't entirely sure how she kept herself from tucking her knees up under her chin.

Zephyr didn't so much fix Teresa a plate of cake as he did build a model volcano out of the various cakes which happened to be available. When he brought the platter back to her, the platter itself remained barely visible beneath the onslaught of buttery, sugary goodness.

"Not sure what kind you like, so I bought everythin. Think there's ganache in the middle even."

Although he did rather doubt she'd make it that far. Still worth mentioning.

Hell, he'd even remembered a fork and a napkin.

"Wow," she breathed, taking it in. There was no way Teresa could eat all that--some of her siblings could, and maybe her nieces and nephews because little kids could eat all the sugar in the world if they had a chance--but it still looked amazing. She fixed it in her mind for a possible painting of just cake. Or maybe part of a series of paintings, so Zephyr's hand holding the cake, his little silver wires showing and the tattoos down toward his wrist just in the picture...

She shook herself and took the plate, their fingers just brushing. "Thank you."

"An you're so welcome."

It was just a whisper over his othersense. Something silky blown past him in the breeze. Didn't even say much too him, besides that it was there and then it wasn't- this clear water kind of happiness and a whole lot of love, not all of it specifically directed to the cake. The nervous undercurrents hardly carried on her touch. Really, he knew them better in the way she acted to him.

Zephyr sat back down and ate another strawberry. "So, Teresa. What dya like to paint bsides cake?"

She blinked. "How did you know I'd like to paint the cake?" Shaking her head, Teresa continued. "I paint everything. People, a lot of the time, because I have a lot of people who will pose, but also still lives, places, abstracts if I'm experimenting. If it's true, I paint it." She stabbed a berry off one of the pieces of cake and ate it delicately. Perfect, like it was from the peak of summer.

"You make me wanna go dig through this place, see if anybody left an watercolors behind," said Zephyr. And he meant it too. Not just because he had a soft spot for munching on the minds of artists. But, the way she kept bringing it up. Sounded like she wanted to go too.

"An the cake," and that tiny little smile blooming on her lips when she tried a strawberry- it made him remember his own. "What if I said you could talk to me an not say anythin? Would that be way awesome, or would that be kinda spooky?"

"If they did, I'd show you what I could do," Teresa promised, and then paused to consider his question. She didn't know how that would work, but it sounded kind of cool. She liked Zephyr, and she didn't think he meant anything besides talk. Or maybe paint.

"I think it would be cool," she decided. "How?"

"That is so a deal," Zephyr laughed. He leaned over closer on the couch, plate listing to what would have been a dangerous angle if he'd had any berries left, and not just a big glob of somewhat peppery whipped cream. Offering Teresa his sparkly arm and all the flowers there, he said: "Woul, you kinda gotta touch me. Then it's like I can hear what's goin on in your head. cept 's really not so much like hearin. An it only works one way, 'm afraid."

Teresa forked up a bite of chocolate torte and let it sort of melt in her mouth. She got a good look at the tattoos on his arm, set her fork down, and rested her hand on him, her palm gentle on his skin and fingers just curled down around the curve of his forearm.

Oh, this was /nice/. Really- even just the surface touch. Made him feel call welcome and petted like a cat beside her on the couch.

After that, once the flitting newness began to subside. She was so clear and so absolutely there with him. It brought such a smile to his face.

"OK, why did I not takea piecea that torte? That's seriously awesome. Tats are roguchi clemantis, cept for the bugs acourse. Got some other guys with tats that go /with/ mine, but they're different. Onea em kinda shared his like your brothers share that pretty one you made for em, but I /know/ that didn't make him happy as it did you."

Teresa downright beamed at him. "Roguchi clemantis," she repeated, and then, "You know all that from me touching you? Do you want a bite of the torte? It's really good." She didn't move her hand, just in case he wanted to know more. It seemed like it would be fun, hearing the way he could, but it would be more fun if the person hearing could talk back.

"Imma so take you up on that!" Which found a spoon which did not belong to Teresa nonetheless poking around in Teresa's cake. "An yeah, 's real fun mosta the time. Not like people's minds ever bug me anymore at this point, but I... ah..."

Zephyr licked his lips after any stray icing, and found none. More than that, he really had talked himself into something of a corner, and not so much what Teresa had asked; left her there now, wondering.

Well, wasn't going to matter if he just told her. "I get lonesome kinda easy."

Teresa frowned. "I'm sorry. That's really sad. You don't have a lot of people around you?" Which was hard for her to fathom. She always had someone she could call, a parent or a sibling or a friend, and not having that--she just couldn't imagine.

Finally, she took her hand from Zephyr's arm, mostly so she could take a bite of another cake, a soft lemon sponge.

Zephyr smiled though. "'s not /quite/ like that. 's just- yknow. You're an artist, so course you'd get it. Like, if somethin happened, that you couldn't see all the time, that wouldn't be real fun. You'd spend all the time you couldn't see thinkin about whatcha'd do when you could. Bsides,"

With that mountain of cake, she wasn't going to miss one more little bite of the chocolate one. Though, he did have to put his silverware out of temptation's reach afterwards.

"Just how many brothers an sister dya have, missy? Your head's likea phonebook."

"That makes sense," Teresa said thoughtfully. She couldn't imagine not seeing art all the time. Or, she could, but the times she had a hard time picturing something only lasted a couple of days and were so far apart that they were hard to remember.

At the question about her family, she grinned. "I have seventeen brothers and sisters. Two are missing, though--their mama took them away. And nine nieces and nephews, and Pop has Mama and then six girlfriends, and he has six brothers and sisters, and most of them have kids, and Mama has four sisters who all have kids, and some of my cousins have kids, too. My whole family's never all together, Mama's family is still in Italy and so are Pop's parents, and Pop's brothers and sisters are all across America."

Zephyr's fingers did him absolutely no good come the matter of Teresa's family. It was exactly too much. Hell, once they all started having kids of their own- that was more people than had lived in the compound where he grew up. Possibly more than the resident population of Key Calando if they all shared their father's proclivities. And that business was genetic, so...

"That is so awesome. You got your own personal army right there!"

Maybe not the most effective army in the world if they were all so button-cute as Teresa.

"The two that're missing- they just walk away or did, err, somethin bad happen?"

"I do," Teresa agreed, and she meant it in quite a literal sense. "Eva and Adamo got taken away by their mama. Mama said Julia used something she wasn't supposed to, and Pop thinks she was afraid he'd take them from her. He wouldn't," she said emphatically, "not ever. He would just get her help, like he did before. But we don't know what happened to them. Pop thinks they're okay. I don't know what Mama thinks."

Damn. Just damn. That was some profound ungood right there. What he'd touched out of her before- he knew she didn't like the situation as it stood. But, if they'd been two of the older ones and they'd left for their own reasons...

But, they weren't. "Woul, tell ya what. You show up here again with Mama an I'll letcha know what she thinks. Mean time..."

He bit down a sigh, turning over the back of the couch for a quick check on Pip. Who didn't need that, but speaking of stolen kids and all.

"Everybody's somewhere. Your here. I'm here. Eva an Adamo gotta be someplace too."

"I think Pop's right," Teresa said. "That they're okay." She twisted to see where Zephyr had looked. "Is she your little girl?" Without really looking at the still-heaping plate of cake, she took another bite. Minty angel food.

That he had to think about answering about as hard as he did breathing. "Yep, that's my cutie-pie."

Although, he really would have had to say: it was nice not to get the whole "Wait a minute, how old are you?" eyebrow quirk and chewed lip think. Teresa's mental calm could have put out wars, he was pretty sure. At least a small scale turfwar in the city.

"You wanna say hi? I taught her not to bite."

Teresa smiled. "I do. She looks really sweet." She rose, setting the plate of cake on the couch where she'd just been sitting. "And I could get something to drink."

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