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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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Nope. Nooo Boreas whatsoever on the other end of the phone. Although, she did kind of have a dialtone the second time she tried.

Pip was actually a little surprised at herself. She could have faked her way through this for two people with such an odd concern for people who didn't belong to them. Although, that was fascinating in and of itself- that they had concern at all.

So, when they came back, when they got to watch her hang up for real, she nodded and wrote "Bar's closed. Help yourselves. Back soon!" on the reverse side of the special board.

Which might have worked a little better if that had also been slate and she'd used chalk on it, instead of scrawling this in permanent marker on the cork backing. "This way, if you would."

And she swept her way along the back of the ballroom to the hallway which lead to rooms of less innocent intention than dancing. Having found a likely looking door there, she took a listen, knocked, and asked outright: "Hello~o. Anybody makin out in there?"

Given no answer, she punted open the door.

Johnny managed a laugh, despite the weight they'd been hauling. "Nice way ta handle it," he said to her, and then to Yan, "On the floor should be fine. Think it'd be better'n lettin' someone find a body in the bed."

The room was thankfully empty, and Yuyan was only too happy to unload the body.

"Is there something we could do to let others know not to come in here?" she asked. "I don't think I'd be pleased to find a body in an empty room..."

"Exactly," said Pip. "Verrry few people like findin dead bodies in their bedrooms."

But, not all. Forget Boreas, it was really too bad Doc Spenser wasn't around.

To that end, Pip produced a plastic Do Not Disturb sign to which she had added over top of the French translation: "No seriously. Keep out."

"Found some wet floor signs too, but they seem almost like they're askin people to come in."

"If people wanna fall on their asses," Johnny muttered, grinning at the girl. Pip seemed like his kind of kid, with the right levels of mischief and irreverence to her.

"Thank you," Yuyan told Pip, "that's very helpful."

With the body now tucked out of sight, she sighed in relief. "I...I don't suppose it would be possible to have a drink?" She really could use some rest, now. Finding a dead body on her way here made Dan's Bar look like a twilight stroll.

Pip gave the corpse a farewell glance, then spun back to her two guests with a great, big smile.

"I'd be honored an stuff to make you two any kinda drinks you can thinka. Hard work's its own reward an we got like a gallona the good vodka."

With that, she swept her way to the door and ushered them out past the sway of the Do Not Disturb Sign.

"Got jus' beer?" Johnny asked. "Or I'll take wine. Don' need anythin' stronger righ' now."

"I...hmm." The menu names still confused her. "Do you have something fruity?" she asked. Something cold and sweet-tart seemed nice, right about now, instead of the cider they'd been drinking in Dalriada.

Pip glanced between the two. Considering quite seriously. If she was going to be a bartender, and not the creepy kid who knew more than reasonable about dead guys, she had to make really good suggestions.

"Cosmopolitan's fruity an tart. Singapore Sling's kinda stronger. Oh! An I found some melon liqueur back there, so I can totes makea Tokyo Tower. As for beer, ah, I gotta walkin bigas a fridge. Can ya be more specific?"

(OOC: Tokyo Towers approach Long Island Iced Teas in ambient doom levels.)

"Have any lambic?" Johnny asked. "Wheat beer, if ya don'."

"I'll have the Cosmopolitan, then," Yuyan said. She wasn't sure how strong it was, but she could always try.

Besides, her tolerance was quite good for someone her size.

"Excellent choices," and with that, Pip dashed off into the back room, though it wasn't long she was gone and she returned in the end with a bottle in one hand and a great, big lime in the other.

The lime she dealt with first, whacking it right in half with a santuko that did not belong at a bar straining the juice between her fingers before she ever went for the alcohol- bright pink cranberry vodka and Sables Émouvants orange liqueur dashed off with cranberry juice from a fresh bottle and shaken up with two fistfuls of ice. Nevermind that Pip was one of those people who stretched her boozy little racket right over her head as handled things. The cosmo turned the glass cold frosted over even before she'd gotten the plastic sword with its lime peel and maraschino garnish perched on the edge.

This went to Yuyan with a grin before Pip moved on to beer. "So, that's a Cosmopolitan. If you dun like it, lemme know an we can try somethin else. Tonight's lambic, looks like we got... North Duck Run Coast Special Seawind Fluff. It's from Taber. I think. Name like that it'd better be from Taber."

The foil and the cork posed no problem to her, despite the extra yanking the latter required and the foam that dripped into her limey fingers as she nudged the beer into a tulip glass for Johnny.

"Thanks," Johnny said after watching her performance. "Interestin' knife for a bar, by the way." He sipped his beer and gave her a grin. "S'good, thanks. Might haveta ask ya for another later."

The Cosmopolitan was nothing like Yuyan had ever had before: served in a little glass that looked like an upside-down hat, it was decorated with a dazzling red cherry that was almost too sweet on the tongue. The drink itself was bright and sweet and tart, with that little burn of alcohol down the throat.

"Thank you," she told Pip. "It's good!"

"Thank you both so much!" said Pip, scrunching up in this little half bow like she might have used on a curious lord. "As for this?"

Her twirl of the knife after? Somewhat less cute than the gesture before. "Limes were misbehavin. Gotta keep em in line somehow. This the first time eithera you ever hooked up over a dead guy or should I get some noisemakers?"

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