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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 is good," Augusto agreed, "and they must get along with some of the rest of the family, don't they?"

"Definitely. Grace works for the business, for instance. Mom and Aunts Nic and Is taught her how to use a knife and shoot, stuff like that. And most of us get along."

There were exceptions, of course.

"Most?" Augusto asked. He had, as of his time, sixteen children he knew about, not to mention five grandchildren, many nieces and nephews, and a business; he paid attention to wording. "Who doesn't?"

"Uhh, well, Uncle L and the rest of Uncle David's kids, the ones with Angela, for instance. No love lost there," she said. "Uncle David's kids with Angela in general can be...tricky to get along with, depending," she added. It was a day for understatements, apparently.

"I do know both Angela and David," Augusto pointed out. "That's not quite the full truth, is it?"

"It's the truth," Marietta said, sheepish. "Just, you know. A little nicer."

Augusto gave her a rather measured look of the sort parents--at least good parents--tended to be versed in and didn't say anything.

"Um," Marietta said, fidgeting slightly. "So. What's 2002 like? Was that the flip phone era? I've heard about flip phones. They sound so weird."

"The flip phone era depends on how much you're willing to spend on phones." Augusto raised an eyebrow. "What's the less nice version?"

Marietta sighed. "They're dicks to Uncle L in particular, and don't really respect him or Mom running things," she said. "I'm not sure why you wanted to know that, though."

"They're my grandchildren too," Augusto reminded her, "and I'm probably not going to be in any position to know this for myself." Catholic theology didn't leave a lot of room for the dead looking in on the living.

"Yeah, but, I don't know, I think I'd only want to know the good things, not the bad things," she said, then considered that. "Then again, I haven't actually met my timeline-bending granddaughter in what is probably an alternate universe, so who knows, maybe I wouldn't."

"You're the only way I'm going to know about a substantial part of my family," Augusto pointed out. "I'm not going to be there, so I'm asking you for as much as you'll tell me."

"Yeah, I get that," she said. "I don't know if there are any rules to this whole thing, but so far no transdimensional time-and-space police have burst in and told us to break it up, so I figure it's all fair game, whatever you want to know. At least, I hope so."

"When am I going to die?" Wasn't that a question. It sounded like something a fortune teller would be asked in a film.

Marietta blinked. "Oh, wow, diving right in, okay," she said. "Um, 2019," she added. "June, I think it was. Aunt Elisabetta showed me the obituary clipping, but I can't remember the exact date."

Augusto smiled a bit. "It gives me a starting point." 2019. He'd be only sixty-seven. His youngest daughter would only be fourteen--maybe thirteen, depending on the month she was born.

Some things, when he got home, would have to change.

"Was Maria thirteen or fourteen when it happened?"

"Oh. Thirteen," Marietta said. "Her birthday's September 16th. Uncle Torey and Aunt Eileen adopted her shortly after it happened."

Augusto narrowed his eyes, just slightly. "Did something happen to her mother?" Or, more likely if she hadn't been living with him and Martina, why didn't her mother want her?

"Yeah, something happened to her mother," Marietta said, disgust coloring her tone. "She sucked as a parent, that's what happened." There weren't many people Marietta openly hated. Melissa was one of the lucky few.

Not Julia, then.

Please let it not be Melissa. Why he would get Melissa pregnant, or how, between condoms and birth control, he didn't know, but...

"Melissa?" he guessed.

"Got it in one," she said, somewhat sourly. It was talk of Melissa that did it, every time, without fail.

Augusto blew out a measured breath. "She never wanted to be a mother," he said. "I doubt that's a comfort. I should have taken your mother away from Melissa, though. That's as much my fault as hers."

"Mom never blamed you, or anything, if it helps," she said. Marietta figured a budding sociopath would like the independence living with someone as inept at parenting as Melissa would bring.

It still made her angry, though, because her mother was a sociopath, and she was still a million times better at being a mother than Melissa.

"A little," he said, "but she never should have been in that position to begin with." That was within his power to control, though, in his reality.

"Torey and Eileen took her, you said? And you said earlier they have...four of their own, right?"

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