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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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You remain yourself.

[ It is a thoughtful hum, gently shifting the cup and the liquid within. Even with names shifted, memories lost or splintered. split across eras and reality, Era remains... consistent.

Honerva can only but hope that in other realities her life did not end up so twisted and painful, but surely all would be lacking something. Such considerations were complex and worst of all would draw focus from the present, so she tries not to linger there, as potentially fragile the future she currently seeks is. ]

Perhaps you are luckier than you know.

[ Or would dare admit, for all she'd gone through. ]

...I suppose so, yes.

[ She doesn't make it clear which statement she's responding to—it could be either, or both.

She sips her wine pensively. ]

[ She's no stranger to vagueness, and there's little reason to press upon it.

Still, Era had come to deliver her news, this was meant to be a happy occasion, and she allows herself to finally sip again at the wine. A gift. ]

Do you mind if I ask of you... why regret was the foremost question on your mind?

[ As though there were some piece she were seeking, despite her limited information... or if it did not perhaps relate to what Honerva may have regretted at all. ]

[ Era remains silent, though it is again that pensive silence that brings with it the expectation of response. ]

Sometimes...it can be painful to remember what was lost. [ She answers eventually; quiet, almost distant. ] Sometimes there are memories best left to the past.

... Mm.

[ She understands this; trauma exists in many forms and some bear it harder than others. Sometime the exactness of a memory was not necessary, for it would never truly be exact again, whatever form it would take next.

She too, is quiet again, oddly cognizant of Era's tail still curled near. ]

Such matters are complicated, perhaps because we are different. Painful or not, I cannot lose sight of them again. That is the reality that I must face.

Once remembered something cannot be forgotten, and all that is forgotten deserves to be remembered.

The past holds no regard for the future, and yet the future is nothing without it.

All the while, one has to make sense of the present as well.

[ She'll sip at the rest of the wine for that. The pomegranates, she keeps, to save for a salad proper. ]