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♥ Who: Lup + Close CR (who will be contacted! <3)
♥ Where: Lup's house
♥ When: start of August
♥ What: A ladies (kinda) night, the redux!
♥ Rating: PG and up, probably

Those who Lup deigned to grace with an invitation will receive one at random: that at the recipient's convenience if they so desire, they are invited to join her in what she is calling (without explanation) a Pocket Dimension Party. As per the instructions, any time within the next 24 hours, they can enter through the garden back door and "find the cat".

Should one accept the invitation and follow those instructions, they can find Ditto curled up in the grass beside the house, dozing, though at the arrival of any visitor he perks up and stretches. Rubbing up against their legs, Ditto will head over to a section of the wall and paw at a corner, until a door abruptly glimmers into existence and opens for him. He meows plaintively and waits. Go on in! Just close the door behind you.

Inside the doorway, visitors will find… a mansion. Elaborately decorated, warm, and inviting, it is like entering a rich and immaculate house that someone's taken a lot of time and TLC to make perfect. No one greets them as they enter, but if they call for attention and no one is in the immediate vicinity, a semi-transparent spectral servant will arrive and guide them to Lup. Otherwise, they are free to explore the house and make use of the facilities as they please.

The following areas are available:

An extravagant entrance hall with soft wood paneling and fancy art on the walls
A lounge area with big fluffy couches, pillows, and blankets, as well as a projection screen that works with communicators and whatever digital media Lup is familiar with, or a music mix in lieu of said media being played
A full-service kitchen and dining area, where a collection of spectral servants (features to be determined) will upon request cook any meal a person desires, assuming they (and by association Lup) are familiar with the recipe and ingredients. It's all delicious, too!
A sizable basement with regenerating training dummies, various targets, and more servants who will act as moving targets on request. They can't be hurt, but they can move around freely.
A big and beautiful spa with all the soaps and pampering material that anyone could ask for
A "pet room", AKA a room devoted to toys, climbing shelves, cat trees- whatever an animal might want to stay entertained for hours unsupervised

More details to be added as needed! This is a mingle free-for-all, there is no set schedule. Visitors can come and go as they please for 24 hours, and at the end of the spell anyone still inside will be summarily booted out into the garden.

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[ Luckily, only person here at present is the one least likely to push him for such a thing. She inclines her head toward the array of brushes and hair ties for his perusal, and gently dismisses the ghostly servant. ]

Not at all. I do appreciate the calm of this place, but it's always better to not have it get too quiet.

Oh, quite. [He looked over the hair ties thoughtfully before picking put a few simple ones along with a brush, humming thoughtfully.] The space is certainly appreciated, but a little too long in solitude and it's likely to seem a bit much.

This place does make me a little sentimental, so I'm glad Lup was able to cast the spell again. Despite it being a pocket dimension, it always has seemed far more real than anything the virtual reality could provide us. What do you think? It's certainly an honor to be on her guest list.

It was certainly something of a surprise, but one I confess myself flattered by and grateful for. Quite a remarkable power, to be sure. I'm almost a bit jealous.

Indeed. I know I can barely do much with my own room, let alone craft something like this, even if I possessed such a power. The true meaning of comfort comes right from her heart.

[ Really, it's a wonder that Lup's ears don't burn every time it turns into doting-on-family hour, but she just can't help it. ]

She's remarkably compassionate, there can be little doubt about that.

[Ardyn laughed under his breath, carefully starting to brush out Honerva's hair.]

I can't do anything remotely like this; my own space is one meant primarily for storage through magical means.

[ And just after a well-treated wash it's soft and pristine, if very abundant. ]

Your own space... that makes sense. Is it similar to the armiger that Cor has access to?

[ She doesn't know much about the Eos-magic-system to be told, but she was at least aware of Cor's ability to use that space. Though mentioning Cor now has her frown slightly, ears lowering with a slightly distracted expression. ]

[he's certainylu patient enough to brush it all, at least]

Quite the same--well, in form. The others have access to Regis' or Noctis', mine is a third separate one. The three of us have the ability to share access with those we choose to--truthfully, I do not think I know how myself.

[He laughed softly--noticing something was bothering Honerva, and for the moment hoping that answering her question would serve as a distraction if she didn't want to elaborate.]

It's a space meant to store and conjure weapons, but it can contain most anything we can carry. I've an old chessboard and some sylleblossoms in mine, most of the time. Well--and my sword, obviously.

Perhaps here you may have a chance to learn it, as they have. It does seem quite... handy, at the very least.

[ She'll chase the distraction away with a light jest, if she can, and focus on the rest of what he's said. ]

Those items must be of some significant value to you, to keep them so close.

They are--the blade and chessboard are both from when my brother and I were quite young. [and you know, human.] And I like to carry the occasional sylleblossom as a similar such reminder.

[ She gives a thoughtful sounding hum, while she weighs the significance of what he states. ]

... I am glad you are able to keep such things close. Though I imagine it must be a lot on you as well.

[ The emotional weight of them. ]

Sylleblossoms... were any of them in your gardens? I admit, I am not very familiar with flora.

There are quite a fair few of them growing now, fortunately. Back then they grew in blue, red, and white; I'm told in more modern times the blue ones are the only common variety.

[He paused in brushing her hair long enough to reach over and produce a red flower from thin air into his hand in a few sparks of crystal.]

This world has been rather surprising with what it brings to it.

[ And there's the flower. She looks at it; recognizing that she has seen it before, perhaps in another color, though never knew the name of it or any significance it may have held at the time. Still, there's a closer recollection that comes to mind. ]

It's quite lovely. Correct me if I am wrong, of course, but... did you provide one of these to Lup recently? I feel as though I must have caught sight of it in her hair, at that party.

I did, actually. I thought it might have suited her outfit, and she seemed to enjoy it a great deal.

What a thoughtful gesture. It seemed to suit her very well, so I have no doubt that she was pleased with the result.

It was quite the nice sight on her, I was glad she didn't dislike it.

[Ardyn gave a thoughtful hum, lightly running a hand through Honerva's hair before starting to tie it into a loose braid.]

...Tell me, do you prefer red or blue?

... Hm?

[ A pause, and she laughs softly at the implication becoming clearer. ]

Well, I think I would prefer to be surprised. Both colors have their own associations for me... I'm far more interested to learn someone else's.

A surprise it is, then. [He'd have to think about it, in that case.]

I was ever partial to red and white as far as colors went. My little brother far preferred blue and black, which I suspect has a hand in why the others tend towards the latter color.

It can be strange to realize how colors and association can resonate so strongly, rippling through lifetimes. I had noticed that they tend to favor those colors...

[ Still, now, it has her think, of the sorts of considerations she had been going out of her way to avoid. ]

... to be honest, for myself, both colors remind me of different planets that existed long ago. Much has changed since then, and it has taken much more to even recognize that.

Tradition, I think. It seems as if Somnus' aesthetic choices were carried forth in the kingdom he founded.

[...That statement carried a distinctly wistful note to it, though about what part specifically was left unclear.]

As you say, it's...strange. How such minor things can call forth a myriad of associations for good or ill.

... Indeed.

Some associations are... heavier than others. I know it has now become habit for me to avoid wearing certain colors for the discomfort it brings, irrational though that may be. I admit, I find myself surprised that this world has not yet confronted me with it here.

[ Instead, she had gotten that other dress, which was... well. Ardyn knew how she felt about that. In the end, it was better than what else she might have found herself in, despite the lingering feelings of inadequacy. ]

Oh, I don’t think it irrational at all. Personally, I doubt I could ever bring myself to wear an abundance of black like the others—I wouldn’t feel quite myself at all.

[It briefly occurred to him that black seemed to be most of what his future self wore, but that uncomfortable thought was safer left unexplored. Instead he made a quietly thoughtful hum before starting to weave long red petals into Honerva’s hair as he continued.]

Rationality rarely factors into such things on the surface, but the reasoning beneath is whatever it may be. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of, I think.

I tend to avoid wearing black myself, as well as purple.

[ She smiles a little wryly at that, knowing she could not wholly escape certain reminders or associations. Still from her other conversations with Ardyn, it felt almost easier to speak of things like this, knowing he'd understand. She could stand to be more clarifying, when he had been nothing but open about his troubles. ]

... The person that I was while I wore those colors is not who I am now, though it had been a long time. Unfortunately, I cannot fully escape them when they so often linger in my magic.

...Likewise, unfortunately. My own magic is in shades of red, but such darker colors are what’s to be expected with everything else.

[being an unholy abomination and all that.]

But then I am compelled to ask: what colors do you like?

[ She laughs, a quick, but soft breathless sound. ]

... Truly? I know not. It is far easier to separate what I would rather avoid, if only because it... was a long time to be surrounded by such things. Even when I was ready to make that change, Taako had to all but drag me into it. It is nice to have... a variety available.