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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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"You're close, on the kids," Augusto says with a grin. "I have sixteen, as well as five grandchildren. I have even more nieces and nephews, but I don't see them every day. That does not change that you're a wonderful child."

Pip fairly shrieked behind her hand- she'd been obliged to lift it to her mouth again after that. "Sixteen kids! That's so awesome! Betcha hafta rent the whole restaurant when you go out for dinner, though. Wait... ohmigosh, do you have a harem? 'en ish prolly /two/ restaurants!"

Augusto laughed hard. "They wouldn't appreciate being called a harem, but my wife does refer to my girlfriends that way. There are seven of them, then my wife, and my children. We do have to always make reservations that take up several big tables when we all go out together. More usually, it's just me, one or two of them, and their children. It's much more manageable that way."

"Ohhhhhhhh," Pip gave a bit of a pause after that. She needed some time to visualize this. All those children and grandchildren and girlfriends.

Hee. He said girlfriends. Not mistresses or concubines or anything like that. /Girlfriends/!

And a downright lordly number of them besides. If she ever got to tell Duckie's dad this story, he was going to be so jealous.

"So, that's almost thirty people. Do you have all of the birthdays for one month onna weekend? Or is there cake every twelve days?"

Augusto finished off his wine before answering. "Would you pour me another, Pip? All the women have their own homes, so on birthdays, I go to that apartment or house for the evening. And we have family things on weekends, when it's one of my children having a birthday. My calendar is very full. I spend about an hour doing it every year, all my family and then my brothers' and sisters' families."

(OOC: Pip is welcome to touch or brush his hand as she pours. =) )

"Of course! An that's sweet."

Besides that, she had a moment there unsure if the wine was working of if she was working. The wine was easier to blame the way most people worked around her. And even as she nudged the glass just a little bit closer and her fingers brushed against Augusto's... Well, she wasn't quite sure to start off with. First touch and all. Senses only and pretty sober, besides the many aftertastes of the wine (in his mouth, in his blood, in his sense of smell even before she began to pour).

And his hands remembering the way he held the calender pages as he turned through them to double check. Anyway, she could put it together. That's what he felt right then on his own fingers and hers slipping away.

"'s just me an my dad. We're not zactly sure when my birthday is, so we pickeda day an he never forgets. Think about it sometimes, if I had brothers an sisters an we got extra parties that way."

Not sure? That struck Augusto as irredeemably sad, a child not knowing her own birthday. She didn't seem terribly affected by it, though.

"You've never known your mother?"

Pip was pretty damn good at biting her tongue on the issue of Mother Morgan by then. That always made other people all gloomy, no matter how long ago it had happened. Usually though, they didn't care if she just had a dad. That was smiling and nodding material at least.

"Not really," she said. "But, my best friend at school. She dun havea mom ora dad anymore an she misses the ones she did have every day. So, I think I did pretty good, actually."

(OOC: remember Alexis waaaaaaaaay back in the cognac story?)

"You're lucky to have him," Augusto agreed, "and he is lucky to have you. I am sorry for your friend."

(OOC: Oh man, she was forever ago! I remember, yeah.)

Pip crinkled up in another little smile and swayed a little on her step stool. "I'm happy everyday I got Dad. An my friend too, cause yknow how sometimes, when bad stuff happens to people, they get all gloomy? Woul, she decided she was gonna be extra happy instead. An mebbe doesn't always work, but..."

She couldn't help it. She tried just the tiniest little rub of her knuckles over Augusto's.

"What always works?"

(OOC: She actually gets stuff to do stuff soon! Also I did kinda want you to know I wasn't pulling stuff out of thin air. On an unrelated note, I've officially gotten Seb to finish his commentary on the other characters. Now, if Zephyr would stop being a butt.)

Augusto sipped his wine again and considered that. "Sharp knives always work," he said with a teasing grin, "but you're right, there is not much else that does. I am glad for your friend that she has something that helps. She has a new family, I hope?"

Well, Augusto didn't know about some of the carbon analogue armors Pip did. As a pure metaphor though, as something that brought up just the tastiest little well of all the sorts of things Pip was /used/ to overhearing- it made her laugh. Really and truly laugh.

"She's got the second coolest bodyguard ever! An a buncha chamber maids she like adopted, plus her accountant who's pretty cool. But..."

Pip reached her phone out of her skirt pocket, fired it up and began to flip through the files loaded.

"'m not sposedta take pictures with this, but this's a picture ofa picture, so 's kinda OK I guess."

The image she eventually held over to Augusto was a bit on the grainy side because of it's origins. Besides Pip and Zephyr ("So that's me an my Dad), it showed a fragile-looking blond boy with a fist full of cotton candy ("An Shannon, he's my friend too"), a stately-looking older girl, almost doll-like in her poise ("But, then that's Alexis.) on whose shoulder rested the hand of a tall, sleek black woman dressed to the absolute nines in a formal suit ("with Naila").

"I take it Naila is her bodyguard," Augusto said after examining the picture. "I am glad Alexis has her. And I am glad you have your dad. You both have the..." He searched for the word he wanted, found it only in Italian and Sicilian, and eventually said, "The wires, don't you?"

Pip grinned. "Both countsa yep! But, you got all those kids an nonea them had wires done? Guess they get inta less trouble that way, not havin things that /need/ wires inana emselves."

"I am not entirely sure what the wires are," Augusto admitted. "Would you explain?"

Hmm. What was the best way to put this for someone who firstly did not live in the age of Let's Make Colloids Out Of Damn Near Everything and second had no evoker reception, so to speak. "You got a lotta family," she began at length and a certain amount of staring at her sparkly fingers past. "So sometimes, cause you love em, you kinda know what they're thinkin? Wires get ridda the kinda for me an Dad."

Augusto took a moment to consider that. It could certainly be useful. "That would be nice," he said at length. "The wires, then, they work by touch?"

"Sure do," answered Pip, her smile gentle mischievous now, given the recent nearness of her fingers to his. "An work on other people. Ish very temptin to use em cause there's all this cool stuff out there just waitin."

For the time being, she put her hands behind her back and swayed where she stood.

He grinned at her. "Are you waiting for an invitation this time?" he asked.

"Nuh-uh," said Pip, "'s closer to fair warnin. Really not so nice to go round pokin people without a disclaimer. Do get paid to do that sometimes though."

Her hands slipped around Augusto's where it still hung so close to his wine glass and she danced her fingers over his wrist.

"Also, ish interesting to me you're bein so nice to somebody's not onea your kids."

"I have no reason not to be." Augusto watched her expression as she apparently drank in his thoughts. "You're a child, and you haven't done anything that would make me want to be other than nice."

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