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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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"That would be perfect, thanks." The rest of what he'd said caught up to Zach. "First time it happened? This has happened to you more than once?" He gathered the groceries back up and added, "I'm Zach, by the way."

"You're quite welcome, Zach."

Although, Pip was totally going to dig through the grocery bags, twinkle in her eyes like that as she scooted them out of the way. He barely got in a brush of her ear, and wasn't sure if more than his sighing "It's only grapefruit, let it alone, please" made it through.

"As for the rest, I'm Siebenkas."

"Or Seb!" squeaked Pip over someone's slightly drunken nod.

"Well, yes. And this has happened to me once before, but I couldn't say how long these incidents have been going on prior to that. My last one proved quite harmless though."

To everything but his dignity, perhaps.

Hopefully, Zach didn't hear him clear his throat.

Zach shook his head slowly. "So you know the severely underage bartender. Do you have any idea where this is?"

"I work with her father," Siebenkas explained. He left out the part where his Singapore Sling was most certainly not the first drink she'd ever made him. "I believe we're in the Helicon countryside, southwest of metro, as they say."

He seemed quite finished after that, though he did end up glancing around the room after, as if he wasn't quite /sure/.

"I apologize. That wasn't helpful, was it?"

Zach stared a moment. "...I'm from Connecticut."

He didn't say anything, but the way Siebenkas's attention drew down to focus on Zach then all but said "Oh!".

A moment more of silence and he more eloquently went on, "I didn't realize they were still extant as an organization. Or, they are /when/ you're from. What's your title, if you don't mind my asking? You have to understand, I'm only heard about these things."

Zach blinked. "I meant the state...? This conversation is really confusing. Pip," he said past Siebenkas, "could you make me a Paradise, please?"

Pip at least met this request with a salute. Well, and perhaps a bit of a glance back to Zach after. Wasn't really in a particularly grabbable place right then.

Which left Siebenkas mulling on the topic of who was and who wasn't a member of what theoretical secret organizations.

Yeah. It was just him. Again.

"Excuse me," he said. "I misheard. You're in a place that was part of the United States at one time, but there hasn't been a United States in more than a hundred years. The good news is, you do get to go home."

Pip jiggled her cocktail shaker harder.

"And if that doesn't suit, our mixologist had extensive experience in knocking people on their asses."

"I'm a little afraid to ask the year," Zach muttered. No United States, that could be good or bad, depending on exactly what had happened to the United States. "Personally, I'm from 2033. I might need to be knocked on my ass at some point--not yet, Pip, the usual alcohol in the Paradise would be great." She might not have moved, yet, to add more, but he knew twelve-year-olds, and he knew mischievous-looking people administering alcohol.

Pip eyed the brandy, but left it alone in the end.

"It's about 2350 by your calendar," Siebenkas explained. "But, 2033? There's still a New York in your time?"

"An no evokers an no wights an no puddin generators an no Martians," came something of a rejoinder on the other side of the bar, besides of course the (absolutely not improvised upon) Paradise.

"She's kidding. Anyway, no one's ever showed me any pudding generator."

Zach glanced between the two of them, but opted not to ask about any of the things Pip had mentioned. Especially since pudding generators, which sounded awesome, apparently weren't a thing.

"There is solidly a New York, yeah. My sister lives there. There's--in your timeline, there's no New York in 2033?"

Both of them had to think about that.

"'s not so much that year 'specially," said Pip, rubbing the back of her neck.

"But," Siebenkas added. "You may want to try to get her to retire elsewhere, if she's fairly close in age to you."

"An not Taber or anywhere near that."

"Or along the Yangtze."

"Ooh, so not Yangtzeland."

"Taber you might know as Southwestern Europe. But," a sigh, and Siebenkas offered up the most gentle pat for Zach's shoulder. "If it's any conciliation, everything starts to go back to normal, in time. And we all still use New York as a metaphor. I don't think it will ever be forgotten."

"...should I be moving out of Connecticut?" Zach asked after a moment of attempting to absorb that. "There are plenty of other options that aren't on that list, and Connecticut is kind of close to New York..."

They both had to think about that one. Siebenkas sipped his drink and Pip counted some measurement out on her fingers and the bar. They came to much the same conclusion though, despite their disparate activities.

"Yeah, that's outta the blast radius," said Pip.

"Connecticut should be fine," said Siebenkas. "But further is always better. And... we aren't trying to frighten you, but it does come out of nowhere."

"An we'd feel kinda shitty if it turns out you're the one sposedta lead the mutant chinchilla army to victory over the zombies an we didn do nothin to help."

"Pip."

"Hmm?"

"Too much."

Zach shook her head. "Okay, so...I guess I'm looking into moving when I get home. If I get home. I don't know how to explain it to my husband, though. 'I tried to come home and wound up in a ballroom, where two people from the future said we might need to move because New York is going to go boom.' I don't think that's going to work too well."

"We're actually pretty good at that part!" exclaimed Pip.

Siebenkas, who had just about been ready to stuff some cake into her if that's what it took to acquire Pip-based silence, took a moment to reconsider this plan.

Although, this wasn't quite on par with explaining a body. Or Zephyr.

"If your husband can't understand that some people are just naturally prone to slipping through holes in spacetime, he should feel welcome to sleep on the couch for a few nights."

Zach laughed. "Are you just saying that because of your propensity?"

Siebenkas made something of an unintentional slurp with his straw. But, he recovered himself quickly enough. "It's not my only motivation, but that does have some bearing on my suggestion, yes. A few unplanned jaunts through spacetime shouldn't amount to much between friends, let alone spouses."

"I'll give it a shot," Zach said, "and he might believe me. It depends on how much sci-fi he's read recently."

"Or, we could writcha a note," suggested Pip, " 'Please excuse Zach for gettin unstuck in time an also consider investin in real estate 's not in New York.'"

"'Signed- the future'," added Siebenkas. "On second thought, I would suggest some science fiction for you to use on him beforehand. But, let me see. Emilione Descouteux is contemporary to us and only wrote one novel in that genre, SL Thomas hasn't been born yet and... Samuel R. Delany's around though, isn't he? Or wasn't he, possibly."

"We have Delany," Zach confirmed. "I think Adamo's read him before, actually. I know we have a couple of his books--Dhalgren and The Einstein Intersection at least. I think I've read one of them, but I read a lot at night; it's hard to keep track after awhile."

"If we're talking about Dhalgren, that would be Dhalgren's fault and nothing to do with when you read it," Siebenkas said with a dry smile. "Further, if you don't mind my prying, what is it that you do that you have time to read at night? I ask because I'm a bit envious."

And curious, but how did one not get to be curious come the Villa That Time Sort of Sneezed Upon?

"I'm a stay-at-home mom," Zach said, "and after about seven most nights, my husband mostly takes over. Mostly because with six kids, bedtime gets kind of hairy. I spend some time writing a blog post I've put together in my head during the day, then read at night after everything is done." He shrugged. "It works well for us, and the downtime is nice."

How did he keep running into these people with such great, big, presumably happy, families? It was like a conspiracy. And not the kind he usually dealt with.

"I assure you, I say this with no questionable intentions, but you look absolutely remarkable for someone who manages a family with six children during the day."

"He's mostly tellin the truth," Pip chimed in. She did sort of have her hand on Siebenkas's forearm. "Othern that, he wants you to talk about said kids much as possible. cause that's what he's inta bsides books."

"Thank you," Zach said with a smile. He laughed at Pip. "All six of them?" he asked Siebenkas. "Because that might take awhile."

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