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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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"Sure can. Gotta be touchin em 's all," said Zephyr. "An 's not, yknow, clearest stuff ever. Minds're bein' kinda messed up an all. But yeah, that's why I got these."

And his pain tolerance was shot all to hell and he still had the odd compulsion to roll around on feather boas.

But, then he got to do party tricks between jobs and allllll was well.

"Actually, I poke people on command fora livin. How bout you?"

Summer blinked at him for a few more moments before she decided that this was not the weirdest thing that had happened around her today, and let it go. "Oh, that's... Wow. That's pretty exceptional. I don't do anything like that. I'm a medical examiner, that's all."

"Hey, that's cool," Zephyr countered. "You get to play with dead people all day."

In contrast to say, his line of work. Which also involved dead people, but only sometimes certainly not all day.

"Gotta get all quiet an spooky though. Magine that made it extra shockin endin up here."

Summer stiffened, and looked at him, her nostrils flaring. "It is not a game. It's not playing, I find out how they were hurt and I tell the police so they can find out who did it. It's not a game!" Her voice rose shrilly at the end.

The sudden shift in tone didn't faze Zephyr. "Eh, figurea speech," he said. "Prolly woulda said the same thing if we were talkin about nuclear weapons."

Any people he might know who did, in fact, /play/ with corpses nonwithstanding. Hopefully, this was no Doc Spenser's cue to show up.

Summer relaxed very suddenly, and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's just... so many people treat them as if they don't matter. The dead, I mean. But they do matter. They need help. I can give it to them, and... and I hate that people act like they're nothing."

"You dun needa keep apologizin," Zephyr said with the most gentle little snicker. "You think whatcha think. It's cool. An not like, yknow, I'm not usedta gettin way weirder stuff. So. If you wan..."

Holding his hand out? Tended to spook some people, especially people who were wary of othersense sorts. Came off too romantic and /grabby/, or so he'd learned in all his years of offering up his skin. Zephyr did that now more holding his elbow her way.

"Can just touch me."

Summer looked at him, and at his elbow, then back at him, and asked in a small voice, "Will it hurt? You or me?"

Zephyr shook his head. "You shouldn't feel anythin. Me, hmm..."

Really, it was a dramatic pause. He'd explained this plenty of times before to people with varying tolerances for all things abstract.

"You ever get inna pool that's justa lil too cold, so at first you're all 'brr!' but then you're like 'hey, 'm not so damn hot anymore; feels niiice!' Turns out, heads do that too. Sorta."

"Oh, shock," Summer said, quite as if she understood. She was proud of that little piece of deception. She reached out and put her hand on his elbow.

(ooc: do you need me to write this bit? I trust you to because you know Summer v. well. If you want me to please tell me what kind of thing to write please.)

(OOC: *blush* I do have something in mind, but if you don't like what I post, I am happy to redo as per your wishes. As a heads up, it does involve him having a different reaction to her than what's been seen in cannon so far. It's not sexual or dramatic, but still- if that's not something that would sit well with you or Summer, I'll take a pace break and come up with something else.)

(OOC: I'm sure it will be fab. Go ahead. <3)

Zephyr had very little conception of autism or the spectrum thereof. The term, and all of the other terms that could come along with it, meant less than nothing to him. They were like trying to describe an evening sky by crinkling a sheet of paper. Doing nothing would have been preferable.

It wasn't even his personal conceit that the terminology failed what really was out there in those minds. Every other evoker he'd known had a similar take on the situation, the sore spot with regular people language that somehow made them all laugh- how silly it was.

Best he could have done with just words: it's that thing that makes my wires /ping/.

Not hurt, but Summer's senses against his own bounced and shot off sparkling; sunlight over glittering... well, summer anything really.

Everything. Every little pinprick of a sense had a meaning there. Rich and sleek and kind of overwhelming, even on his end of things. His eyes drifted closed, and he might have swayed a little on the currents of it all, even if they were only phantoms there, between him and her.

"No, it doesn't hurt at all. Really," he said, dreamy soft. "Kinda strong, I guess Like touchin stuff gets kinda strong for you."

"It does," she said. He'd told her the truth; she felt nothing, but he looked heavy-eyed, happy, almost dreamy. "Is it... is it nice?"

She didn't know why she held her breath, but she did.

(ooc: seriously, this is gorgeous.)

"'s so nice," he admitted. Well, not really admitted. Confirmed, just said, just wandered back to what she already suspected.

"But, 's not like magic or anythin. Works pretty much like any other sense I got. Just not all the time. An's everywhere at once, even though you just got your hand on my arm."

(OOC: *BOWS*)

"Oh!" Summer said, suddenly understanding. "So like ESP. Although ESP is a misnomer, really. Sixth sense is a little more accurate, but it always makes people think of that silly movie. I don't like to use it."

Her realization dawned on him too, this pink golden rush of memories and concepts and senses latching together in her faster than he could process them himself. The boys in her background glisten, they rose up with that movie and these over dinner conversations.

They were so special to her. He couldn't have gotten it across, just how, but it was absolutely constant, celestial almost in its motions.

"Good news," he mused. "there's gonna comea time nobody remembers that trainwreck ofa movie. Bad news is, what I can do kinda got dubbed 'othersense' in cause there's actually more en six, turns out."

"Really?" Summer's eyes widened. "That is so amazing! When did we discover that?"

"Been comin out lil by lil last couplea centuries. Never enhancements bein what made it useful. Lessee," he swayed a little, thinking in himself what to say, thinking after the facets of Summer's interest. "There's evokers like me an my kid. Stuff's mostly genetic. Invokers can go fishin for memories too. There's ruiners can fry other peoples' nerves an bleeders can part anything made outta flesh just touchin it, includin emselves so they dun seem to mind pain so much. Diviners get sensitive to certain kindsa atoms. If they're real good, can shift em around too, then they get called conjurers. Then, there's movers than gotta sensea motion even I can't describe. Some can teleport a little, sorta. Involvers now, they're better with computers en people an can make em do anythin they want."

(OOC: delay caused by my having to raid my notes. Haven't used much of this yet, so I couldn't remember what the rest were. Please do pardon me.)

"Oh, wow," Summer said, her eyes widening yet more. "This is why I wanted to be a doctor, to learn all of these things about people. I hope, though..." She swallowed, thinking of the dead. "I hope the ruiners and bleeders don't come along for a while. I... we have enough trouble."

Some of the things that passed through her thoughts at that. Zephyr didn't mind gore. He really didn't. But, gore as Summer knew it had this distinctly lifelike wetness to it. Besides some of the things she could imagine bleeders doing. That was just /messy/.

And pretty damn accurate.

"'s real long time yet," he assured her. "But, I gotta say. Only bleeder I know's real shy an quiet. Kinda likea snake with her. She's just as scareda other people as they area her."

He almost wished Nihil-est was there, that he could take Summer to her and the two could share their achy curiosity when it came to humanity. At least, that he could think back to her what Nihil-est was like inside and it was seldom he got so wistful when it came to one psyche touching another.

"Oh," Summer said. "Yes. I... I know what it's like to be scared of people, because you're different."

"Aww," said Zephyr, the shucks implied, his smile quite genuine after. "See now, s doctors saying stuff like that keeps people like me around at the start. So, yknow. That's awesome."

The way she meant it too. It was as if she held a sword between all those people in the world. Perhaps it shivered in her grasp, but it was there and it was sharp.

She giggled. "I'm glad," she told him, sincerely. "People like you should always be around. You're very nice."

And he was, he'd been so nice to her even though she was awkward and rude and clumsy with words. People like that were rare, so rare, rarer still now that she refused to lie about her boys. She was grateful for each and every one she met. She thought that as hard as she could, in hopes that he would hear it.

Which he did. He couldn't quite say there was anything cuddly or even soft about Summer and her gleaming sky intensity. Where would an softness live in that. But it was so warm and this bright kind of comforting still, little as he'd needed comforted at all with so much to enjoy and take in and...

Those boys again. The two of them- they approached the cuddly in her. And at the very least they were so interesting, albeit a few facets of many, besides that one unhappy pluck come them, all three of them, against the rest of the world that wasn't quite so brilliant.

"Oh I got all of that. Every last drop," he assured her. Then, a little more, his voice a bit softer. "An fun fact, my favorite co-worker's poly."

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