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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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Zephyr's fingers did him absolutely no good come the matter of Teresa's family. It was exactly too much. Hell, once they all started having kids of their own- that was more people than had lived in the compound where he grew up. Possibly more than the resident population of Key Calando if they all shared their father's proclivities. And that business was genetic, so...

"That is so awesome. You got your own personal army right there!"

Maybe not the most effective army in the world if they were all so button-cute as Teresa.

"The two that're missing- they just walk away or did, err, somethin bad happen?"

"I do," Teresa agreed, and she meant it in quite a literal sense. "Eva and Adamo got taken away by their mama. Mama said Julia used something she wasn't supposed to, and Pop thinks she was afraid he'd take them from her. He wouldn't," she said emphatically, "not ever. He would just get her help, like he did before. But we don't know what happened to them. Pop thinks they're okay. I don't know what Mama thinks."

Damn. Just damn. That was some profound ungood right there. What he'd touched out of her before- he knew she didn't like the situation as it stood. But, if they'd been two of the older ones and they'd left for their own reasons...

But, they weren't. "Woul, tell ya what. You show up here again with Mama an I'll letcha know what she thinks. Mean time..."

He bit down a sigh, turning over the back of the couch for a quick check on Pip. Who didn't need that, but speaking of stolen kids and all.

"Everybody's somewhere. Your here. I'm here. Eva an Adamo gotta be someplace too."

"I think Pop's right," Teresa said. "That they're okay." She twisted to see where Zephyr had looked. "Is she your little girl?" Without really looking at the still-heaping plate of cake, she took another bite. Minty angel food.

That he had to think about answering about as hard as he did breathing. "Yep, that's my cutie-pie."

Although, he really would have had to say: it was nice not to get the whole "Wait a minute, how old are you?" eyebrow quirk and chewed lip think. Teresa's mental calm could have put out wars, he was pretty sure. At least a small scale turfwar in the city.

"You wanna say hi? I taught her not to bite."

Teresa smiled. "I do. She looks really sweet." She rose, setting the plate of cake on the couch where she'd just been sitting. "And I could get something to drink."

"Absolutely," said Zephyr, swinging off the couch and scampering over to the bar past a quick beckon for Teresa.

It was standing room only by then, but they got the good spot at the corner towards the hilt of the Claymore on display, besides Pip punting her step stool right over to them.

"So, what'll it be?" she smirked, adding after a wink of course. "...Dad."

"Oh, 'm bout ready for another onea your blushy teas. Moren that."

He didn't really add much more to that though, but reached out and met her palm on his, where they hung together for a few seconds before drawing off in smiles.

Pip turned and offered up that same hand for a shake. "Nice ta meetcha, Teresa. 'm Pip."

Teresa shook her hand, smiling. "Nice to meet you too, Pip." She must take after her dad, Teresa assumed. She had the same little wires that Zephyr had. "Could I have a glass of wine?"

"You sure can!"

Pip jumped off of her step stool and whisked about the back of the bar. There weren't quite so many limes running amok on the counter anymore, and certain places vacant of them had been replaced by empty bottles of wine, the labels of which had been doodled upon- smiley or frowny faces, depending on the reactions they're gotten.

Pip brought Teresa her very own bottle of the enormous grin Libourn Saint-of-Temperance 2221 Malbec "Caught a Light Sneeze", although she did pour her only one reasonable glass and then quite before she gave her father his iced tea.

"Ish the most ironic wine I got. Why anybody's goin around askin for ironic wines- didn getta feel on that guy, so ta speak."

Teresa sipped it and beamed at her. "It's amazing. You're really good at bartending. I bet when you touch people, it helps."

Pip beamed. "Ish how I learned. See, Dad's always had roomies and his roomies always drink."

Zephyr lifted his glass with a wry little smirk. "I prefer livin with people I got somethin in common with."

"But, I dun. Not usually. So, I'd get on cocktail duty like on the third round or so, an pet their hands while they drank. 's very educational."

"Do you want to touch my hand?" Teresa offered. "You don't have to wait until I'm getting drunk." Not that she usually did, especially without one of her family members around, but she thought somehow moving from her apartment to here meant she could get drunk if she wanted.

Besides, she was pretty sure she'd seen Pop and Nicoletta, and that she'd caught glimpses of Johnny and a guy he seemed to really love.

"Yes," said Pip, somewhat treading on the ends of Teresa's words, her smile after hardly the apologetic sort. Her hands wiggled over the bar and settled into place with this practiced stretch. And that smile of hers. It only got deeper.

Zephyr got his own involved, soon after, curled up gentle between the two of them; rings and silver and silver on rings and Teresa with that one tiny paint stain alone on her knuckle.

"It's like listening to the ocean," Pip sighed after a while. "But the ocean knows how to paint and that's /awesome/."

Teresa blushed and smiled, glancing shyly between them. "Really?" That sounded so pretty to her, and really soothing. If she sounded like that to them, she decided, it had to be a good thing.

"In that the ocean never quits. 's always deep down fulla interestin stuff, but 's just- woosh. Notta loud woosh even. So nice."

"An ish good," Pip chimed in. "Your brothers an sisters an everybody preciates what they got, 'cause if they didn, that'd be like the saddest thing ever."

"An we'd hafta eat em."

"Daaad. That's gross."

Teresa grinned, glancing between them. She could paint them from memory when she got home, she thought, and all their differences and similarities could maybe come to life under her brush.

"There's only one you should eat, and I don't think he'd taste very good." Leo would probably taste rotten if someone ever actually tried to eat him. She shouldn't dislike him so much, he was her younger brother, but she couldn't help it.

"I dunno," said Zephyr, "Barbeque sauce makes almost everythin better."

"Even if he dun have wings. Shoulder blade's mebbe kinda likea wing," Pip chimed in.

"Dunno. Also seems kinda gross."

"We do know nobody ever painted us. An that's like..." but, the words more turned into a happy peep.

(OOC: And there's a now conversation about eating Leo in this thread. World's over. Everyone go home XD.)

"So it would be okay if I did?" Teresa asked. It was nice to ask people before painting them, she knew. Sometimes she didn't, if it was a group of people she saw while she sketched or something, but usually she tried to. "I think it would be a good picture. And," she added with a little mischievous grin, "barbeque sauce makes pork and beef better, not just chicken."

"More art? That'd make us happy," Zephyr said, lifting his glass to the idea.

"An I always wanted my portrait painted," Pip chimed in. And she might have kind of rubbed her little head on Teresa's shoulder an instant. Because too much yay not to.

"Only regret's that we prolly dun getta see it. So yknow what? Say we all cross our fingers the universe decidesta show us."

"An brings ribs."

Teresa sipped her wine, smiling. "If I get to see you again after I paint it, I'll think about it and you can see it that way. Is that okay?" She thought it should be, but it was nice to ask.

Absently, she caressed Pip's head, petting her hair.

(OOC: If Teresa were to, say, paint a picture based on "a dream" in canon, would that be okay?)

Edited 2012-07-06 02:20 (UTC)

"Dun do that!" Zephyr play shouted.

But, it was too late.

Pip heaved herself across the bar, her feet dangling off of the inside edge and rubbed herself on Teresa's shoulder in earnest, chasing her hands as she stroked her hair.

"The Pip thing. There'sa reason the one dude we live with thinks we're secretly cats."

"Painting now," purred Pip (fittingly enough), "That's a great idea! Much tastier en BBQ'd Leo."

(OOC: I would be flattered #^_^#.)

Teresa laughed and kept stroking Pip's hair. "Do you like it when people play with your hair, too?" she asked her. "I do. My brother David does sometimes." And the love she felt at just saying his name was nearly palpable, even to her.

It wasn't even that prickly, jumping kind of love. No, more of a sigh and cuddle love. The kind that would make the greatest teddybear ever if it could be made physical in any way. Although David himself, some of what flashed through her mind with him- he might be a bit prickly himself.

But, love for the spinier of personalities was not something any evoker question, especially evokers that lived surrounded by those prone to such expressions of themselves.

If anything: Zephyr wanted a David to poke for more info. Pip wanted to plunk herself on his lap just to see how much he wriggled.

More important matters though. "I love it," crooned Pip.

And Zephyr added: "Know I'm totally not David, but..." and swept some of Teresa's hair through his fingers.

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