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[necromanswers]

♥ 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.

Comments

[necromanswers]

Ahh, I see.

[Lup grins, shrugging her shoulders. It's a generous heaping of compliments, and she takes it in stride as one accustomed to receiving the praise she deserves.]

Well, you won't find me disagreeing! As a whole I'm pretty great. And it turns out, I've heard it on good authority that I'll help save the universe someday. As far as futures go, that's pretty rad.

[And she's modest, too.]

1/2

[iustaegis]

You're going to... save the universe...?! [ Her exclamation nearly comes with her bouncing out of her seat. ]

[iustaegis]

[ But she settles back.

Sheepishly: ]

I--.... I feel as if I should have guessed that, with all that you can do.

[necromanswers]

Nah. I am but a simple wizard!

[Still grinning that full-of-shit grin, though.]

Actually, I don't know how far the saving goes. Haven't seen that part yet. But we are duking it out with something that's devoured multiple planer systems, so "universe" is probably easier to say.

[iustaegis]

[ She does recall Lup telling her about the-- whatwasit... the Hunger. ]

Universe... planetary systems... [ Pyra waves a hand, smiling. ] Even if you were fighting to save just a country, or your own village, or-- anything like that, it would still be wonderful. [ She glances to the side for a moment, correcting a strand behind her ear, and then smiles reassuringly back at Lup. ] When it comes to doing good, ....it may seem silly, but I don't like to compare things like that.

[necromanswers]

Every hero an equal, huh?

[Lup smiles, quietly amused by this, though her expression isn't one of mockery.]

Well, plenty of grand heroics come from humble beginnings. My first proper good deed was rescuing a mouse from a trap, and here I am centuries later saving the world. You never know where people will end up, so may as well celebrate every step.

[iustaegis]

[ Pyra lifts her hand to her lips, failing to conceal a small giggle. ] That's right...  [ Obviously, some feats are more impressive than others, but nothing extraordinary diminishes the good on supposedly smaller scales.

"You never know where people will end up, so may as well celebrate every step." ]

Ah, if only I had champagne to celebrate.

[necromanswers]

[Lup tilts her head questioningly at that.]

You want champagne? I can get some.

[iustaegis]

To celebrate your amazing-ness...? [ She giggles. ] I won't say no.

[necromanswers]

[That's all the prompting she needs! Lup leans back and makes a sharp whistling noise in the direction of the stairs leading from the basement. After a few seconds, a ghostly spectral servant floats down carrying a bottle and a pair of glasses, and Lup gestures towards it.]

And voila! There is champagne.

[iustaegis]

[ The appearance of champagne is impressive, but the specter is... ]

L-Lup... Is that being--- are they actually sentient?

[ Is that someone's soul floating around in pocket-mansion-dimension?? ]

[necromanswers]

Oh, these guys? Nah, not at all, just a construct of the spell. Pretty much the only thing they can do is follow orders inside the mansion.

[She waves her free hand at the ghostly figure, and despite the fact that it had been carrying the bottle a few seconds before, her fingers pass right through it.]

I'm a very rad wizard capable of many things, but creating life? That's beyond even me.

[iustaegis]

[ That she's able to create specters at all seems to impress Pyra, even if they may just be an extension of the spell... Her lips close after she parses through the rest of her awe, regaining her composure with a smile. ]

O--oh, really? I'd think that if you're capable of overcoming death... creating life doesn't seem too far out of your reach. [ She glances at Lup. ] Perhaps you'll be able to eventually!

[necromanswers]

Ehhh... [Lup makes a dismissive, wobbly hand gesture.] If you make a life, you have to take responsibility for it, right? Like having a kid, except on a god level. I'd rather leave that to the creator types.

[iustaegis]

[ If there is one person she'd pick to make a god, it'd be....

Noctis, because she is biased and in love because he is wonderful and dazzling and perfect in every which way.

But Lup comes in as a reasonable second choice. ] So in the meantime, you create this mansion and champagne. [ That's good enough! For now.

Pyra giggles happily. ]

[necromanswers]

That I do. And all of this is real enough for me.

[She opens up the bottle - it's magic, so there's no mess, thank gods - and pours a glass, offering it over to Pyra before collecting her own and sending the specter away with the bottle for later. She raises her glass up.]

Cheers, bud!

[iustaegis]

[ Clink goes their glasses. 




An hour or so (and some more drinks later), Pyra is a stumbling, slurring mess, and she's draping her arm over Lup affectionately. ] Lup-- why... hic.... No, no--.... wa's better, space ships or space robots? 

[necromanswers]

[Lup on the other hand is surprisingly sober - it takes a lot to get her body drunk - and she's peak amused by Pyra, having dragged her back upstairs to the living room area to flop on the couch. She's idly weaving a multitude of tiny braids in Pyra's hair.]

Mmm... space ships, I think. But I'm biased, since I lived on them for so long.

[iustaegis]

Oohh.. that's right. That's right! [ A ship over a robot. Good to know (and probably later forget). ] Inter-dimensional friendship ann'a l...love-powered travel ship.

[ She smiles proudly at herself for remembering ("remembering") the barest mechanics for the ship Lup had mentioned being on before. ] I still think 'assa good idea. Love power.  I jus' hope there isn't any hate-power. [ She makes a face, scrunching her nose. ]

[necromanswers]

Hate power... well, maybe there is. I've seen liches powered by suffering, that's close enough. But they got their asses kicked by love, so it's not as strong.

[Eff those guys. She will never regret tearing that soul a new asshole for what he'd done to Taako, even if she was jealous he'd escaped the Umbra Staff in the process.]

[iustaegis]

[ Hate vs love... Who says the world must be balanced with opposing forces? Let love win!

--Or so she thinks, only far less coherently. ] Weelll you're a lich tha' has love power. That-- [ A hiccup. ] thamakesyou autocratic-- automatically stronger.

[necromanswers]

I can't argue with that flawless logic.

[Drunk girls are the best.]

How about you? Feeling powered by love lately?

[iustaegis]

[ Pyra, in her stupor, fails to recognize that the conversation has been directed towards her.

So she answers straightforwardly, suddenly brimming with enthusiasm and delight and affection, ] Mmm-hm! [ A nod. A pause, and then another nod. ]

I love-- ....I really love everyone. But I also really, really love--

I love.... Noctis!

[necromanswers]

Ooh, serious enough to get two reallys. Is that why you were making out on the dance floor?

[Yeah, she saw that. Pyra looks cute in black. (What is it about Lucians!?)]

[iustaegis]

O-- oh, you saw that? [ She blushes, not out of embarrassment but because she is pleased. ]

That... That was a very fun time. Kissing someone... it's nice, you know?