2024-12-17 - What We Want / What We Need

[TXT to Enzo] Angelo: we got a wholeass cheesecake if you want to pop on down here. u off work yet?

[TXT to Angelo Saint] Enzo: I could be. Got any alcohol to go with that cheesecake?

[TXT to Enzo] Angelo: duh

[TXT to Enzo] Angelo: not like it's helping me at all lately. is yours

where he is a lump on the couch in track pants, t-shirt and a fluffy blanket his head cranes back from the phone. "Saaaaaaaaaaaaaint Enzo's coming over." There's a text back and an enter. Truthfully Angelo's been in a mood all day and trying extra hard not to take it out on everyone around him- hence a cheesecake.

Picking up the remote he clicks the tv to mute looking at the door to see if he can already hear Enzo or not- everyone knows turning the sound down also helps you see better.

Saint looks up from digging around in the fridge for a glass container with a plastic lid. She peers around it when Angelo calls out. "Is he? Nice, tell him to wear something soft." She thumps the container down on the counter and pops the lid off.

The other five-nine blonde in the room is wearing a cropped sweater over a pair of loose sweats. She just got back from some training at the gym and had a long hot shower. She digs out several little cups in translucent red and green. Jello? She pops a finger in one, tips it back and slurps it out. Ah, no. jello shots.

It wasn't a far trek from his apartment to the Kerekes trio's place, so after a quick shower and change out of his Mr. Hospitality suit, he throws on a pale blue sweater, a pair of jeans and some boots to make the short journey downstairs. Or... into the elevator just to go one floor down.

He knocks on the door, but tries the knob anyway, figuring it would be unlocked just for him.

Watching Saint to make sure the message was heard he relents his sort of meh persistent mood of the evening with a "Festive. Well done." Just because he's willing to talk shit about himself doesn't mean he doesn't have an endless drawer of spoons for his sister.

Getting up he says "I'll get it. Angelo and blanket flip the deadbolt and pull the door open for Enzo who does not get a chilly greeting in spite of his mood the previous night and the partly vicious barb thrown his way from Enzo's phone. The look is curious concern, "Heeey c'mon. Sain'ts got the Jell-o ho ho shots out." He closes the door and follows with to the island where everything is set up. A stool is nudges out with a foot that he hops up into.

Saint tracks Angelo's progress with her eyes, though she doesn't do much else but nod as he goes to get the door. She's tasting each of the two colors, probably to see if they're strong enough without being disgusting. "Practice for the inevitable party that breaks out over the holidays when a ton of us don't go where ever home is," she says.

She squints at her brother while he's busy greeting Enzo. She's wiped the look off her face before she pulls one more thing out of the fridge, well, two things. She thumps down a can of strawberry Redi Whip and a can of regular, just in case someone's a jello enthusiast. "Hey, Zozo. Looking edible as usual." That comment's somewhat marred by her slurping a green jello shot.

"So what's the occasion?" Enzo says once the door is open and he's greeted by an Angelo. "That we're ordering a whole ass cheesecake now?" He steps in and looks the place over before his eyes catch sight of Saint, "And you're looking delectable as ever. Very much like a green jello shot." He says with a very slight tilt of his head.

Hell, he looks as if he's going straight for a jello shot too now. "So what's been goin' on?" He asks casually, despite whatever else might be on his own mind right now.

Angelo looks at the sounds his sister is making out of morbid curiosity greeted by the psssht of whippy cream. he sits. "Nah, just a kinda rotten 13 hours. Not all of it." Looking to saint he answers Enzo's question with a deep breath, "I dunno I can get drunk anymore, not easily, and Wes has me paranoid about this."

He looks at the counter. "Island's weird." Which is not at all new news to anyone in the room. Shifting a look to Enzo he asks, likely of their last text, "Ya cool off a bit? I checked on the dream thing. Uhhh yoooou were right and that could be my fault, but we're still looking into other causes." he sounds disappointed in this looking to Saint and then back to Enzo, "Seriously, sorry I scared ya."

"I hope it's not ass cheesecake," Saint mutters under her breath, squinting at her jello shots. She sets them out. There's plenty enough for at least four people to have a good time. "Tell me what you think of these. I think the green ones might be a little off. Like is that even lime?"

Not to ruin it for Enzo or anything. Maybe he'll like them!

"Training. One of the girls in the fire performance had a family emergency so I'm in all week doing that at night. I was gonna try training with the aerials, but can't do it till I get my abs back in shape where they were before we moved here. I fell off the training bandwagon when they slapped some fairy wings on me. It was the body glitter."

She definitely has more to say, because Saint always has more to say, but she's also aware of some tension in the room, so after that, she divvies up the shots and slides them over the counter. She looks up at mention of Wes' name in the context of paranoia. Her eyebrows go up. Her eyebrows tick up higher when Angelo mentions the dream thing. The dream thing he opted not to share with her the other day when she asked.

"What happened in those 13 hours?" Enzo decides to ask, but then blinks but can't help himself from laughing, "No shit? You can't get drunk anymore? Why though? So I can avoid that happening to me too." That last part is murmured, but he does have to put a hand on Angelo's shoulder to give the guy a reassuring squeeze there, before wandering over to the line of shots.

He then has to look at Saint and then the sussy green ones with one lofty brow, before shaking his head, "You only live once." Yeah, he'll go for it and any other color that looks good, but green comes first. He's quick to slurp that shit up, making sure to not have any dribble down onto his sweater, before he makes a face, "I don't know if it's lime lime. It's not terrible... It's something."

"Oh, you're going to back into acrobatics? Good for you. Hey, if you ever need a gym partner and I'm free to work out, I'm there." As for what Angelo says, he glances back his way, "Yeah, I'm good." That's said to the whole 'cool off' part. "You know, I was joking when I said it could be your fault, or..." He shrugs, "I was tired. We just woke up from who knows what and I'd learned you'd been in two of these already so..."

As he grabs the other flavor shot, he turns to lean against the counter now to face Angelo directly, "Oh hey, I ran into a strange guy last night, during my late shift. Learned that he's a compliance officer or something, but man, when we were on the ferry back to Crescent after my late shift, he was running and looking around like something was chasing him and he nearly fell off the ferry too, but I helped keep him aboard." His gaze lowers to stare down into the bright color of his next shot, "Get this, when he actually came to, he said that he was running through a musty old tunnel. And he felt as if he were being chased." When that's said, his gaze lifts to look on Angelo again.

Soberly, and perhaps with some disappointment Angelo says "well I'm not making an ass cheesecake pic joke to my own sister. It's chocolate raspberry and on the pizza shelf. Felt bad for you and Dee for like the next two days." Angelo's pre-appology for kinda being a low-key moody bitch right now. As a total aside and some optimism he says to Saint, "Oh, shit I got you. Come to the gym with like me and Johnny. Crunchy crunchy." A small smile. Training buddy time! To Enzo's detriment he says "You should come too, exactly."

A little more soberly he explains, "Weird dreams where there's people I know in it, but like for reals not like I imagined people I know there. First one was cool and we were being attacked by zombie pirates and it was cooooooooooool and Elijah and I got to live out best for real pirate lives. I- I didn't know it was a dream til Michael got super hurt and then it was the following day and we asked and he was fine." He pauses and says succinctly, "Happened again the other night running for our lives in some tunnels, maybe the ones under the park but not. New diner person, Theo and I got fucked up pretty hard. And it like hurt-hurt I thought but woke up and it was fine."

Here's the slow pan to Enzo where Angelo is annoyed, but his hand finds Enzo's back to brush across it to accept the support. "YEaaaaaaah so I'm talking to Wes talking about how everything's weirdly fine after he got hurt and healing faster than one should. And on that note I start asking questions cause by al tights I should still be on injury leave from last week with how I fucked up my arm but like a day and a half? Fiiiiiiiine. So I'm trying to test that to see if we both been Deadpooled. But right now I can't hold a buzz for like more than an hour and this concerns me cause that might mess with my training or excel it. Like... if I do competition on mainland that gonna be like going from the moon to earth? Am I going to misjudge my output I don't-- I dunno."

The look to Saint might speak more in volumes of actual fear on that over the dream shit. This upsets the Plan:trade_mark". "Woah, this guy one of the people running around with us the other night?"

"Yeah, missing something. Looking for that citrus. Maybe I gotta add more actual lime?" They're so bougie now they need actual citrus. Saint side-eyes her brother at mention of going to the gym with him and Johnny, because she knows. (She knows, she knows.) But as that was almost basically a dare, what she says is, "Sure." And there's a little bit of a twitch of her lips at, but no actual commentary on, further ass. Or ass cheesecake.

She stops fucking with writing down a new jell-o shot recipe when Angelo mentions a dream with zombie pirates. She was there for that one, but didn't discuss it after. She never mentioned it at all once awake. She didn't discuss it with Dante and Angelo. No one inside or outside of that dream. But she wasn't there for the second one, and wasn't hurt in the first. She just thought it was a weird dream. Until right this very second. Especially when Enzo talks dream shit. What is going on in this park? Most of this is betrayed in the movements of her eyebrows. When she's not concentrating, her face says it all.

"Oh." That some after. When Angelo tucks in that littttle but about his body, the weird abilities here, and how that could royally fuck his competition outside the islands. Just one little oh and the whole mood comes into focus. "Gelly."

Enzo looks to Saint and nods when she mentions adding either citrus or lime. "Why not both?" At that point, he's tilting his head back to slurp down his second, the orange colored jello shot. "You are right, this one is a lot better."

When Angelo tries to explain the dream thing, Enzo inserts, "Some sort of shared dream." Maybe that will help it make more sense! "I was there!" He then clarifies, "The second time around!"

The rest of what Angelo says, however, starts to get a slowly arching brow from the man. Despite the reassuring touch to this back too. The arching brow, becomes a furrowed brow, "When you say Deadpooled." A look is then given to Saint, before it returns back to Angelo, "How are you testing this exactly?" Because that sounded dangerous.

Enzo then shakes his head, "Nah. He wasn't there with us in the dream. His name is Parker Somerset. Compliance Manager. He says the island speaks to him and he's trying to interpret what it's telling him. Well whatever it told him that night, had him being chased down some tunnel, the way we were."

Feeling a little raw on it Angelo looks to his sister and dips his head to the side a bit. With the triples there's gestures that are whole conversations; this one being 'what you're extrapolating is the whole story'. It's Enzo's question he answers deadpan, "we took turns stabbing at one another until the knife broke. My god."

Finally with the actual answer, "Fell hard last week so I took the ferry to the mainland waiting for my ears to go back to normal and did a self check to see if my arm re-injured itself. It felt find so I grabbed a McMuffin and rode the ferry back. He healed a larger more obvious injury so we're going to take the ferry out to confirm he's not going to fall apart either when we get there where the magic isn't." The eyebrow goes up waiting for Enzo to be satisfied with the passive testing parameters. "I don't go out to get hurt. Saint'll kick my ass and Dante will hurt my feelings." This said with hyperbole and love.

Angelo reaches across the counter half laying on it to give his sister's arm a squeeze. She's finding out a lot today but also went through a lot with them this week. "Wait the way we were directionally or the act of being in a tunnel and going 'aaah'?"

Saint doesn't comment on Parker the compliance manager, but she does get a bit of a look when it's mentioned Parker likes to tell people the island speaks to him. It's just a raise of one brow this time, but it may be hard to see since she's back to writing on a scrap of paper, trying to remember the ratios they used to use for jello shots back in the day.

There's a snort of a laugh at the stabbings Angelo makes. She clears her throat and sobers shortly, though. And then she's pulling out the meagre ingredients one needs to make those jello shots, only this time it comes with a microplane and a fresh lime.

She looks up when Angelo gets to the part about riding the ferry out just to make sure they're not gonna fall apart spontaneously. "Uh, what? You're taking a medic, right?" That hadn't even occurred to her when it comes to healed injuries around this place. She hasn't been seriously hurt yet, and has no apparent magical healing. She covers Angelo's hand with hers. She gives it a squeeze. Bruh.

Enzo can't tell whether Angelo's messing with him or not with that whole stabbing thing and it shows, but once the real answer comes out that's when he finally relaxes. "You went to the mainland and didn't ask me if I wanted anything?" He extends his arms out in this what about my McMuffin gesture.

He also doesn't look satisfied or unsatisfied by the response, but Angelo gets a nod either way. Though when Saint brings up the medic, Enzo thinks that's a good idea and why didn't he think of that! Boys...

However as for Parker, he shakes his head, "More like, he didn't know he was on the ferry, when he had this episode. All he saw was that he was running down an old musty tunnel and that something was chasing him. That's all he told me. So the latter part."

Then just as an afterthought, he adds in, "And look, I wasn't keeping it a secret that I knew Hungarian. I never had a chance to show you earlier and then it came to mind right then and there, because you both were speaking it."

There's a pause and Angelo looks to his sister and actually laughs just a tiny bit leaving his hand there for a moment; his anchor. "Well when you put it that way." There's the sigh, though more soberly he murmurs to her looking to the both of them, "That's actually a good idea. Someone's gotta be curious about that." Finding some comfort in the small act of exchanged contact he sits up again and takes a jello shot with him and the cheesecake. not a sterling combination.

"Ooooh i head about thiiiis. I have questions." Guy almost running off a boat he heard of at least. He does relent, "It's actually pretty cool that you can speak it now. I don't even mind that you told Cheeks about our parents. I wasn't ready to tell the whole damn bar." Air getting cleared on that but Angelo is allergic to grudges and has a spectacular ability to just assume nothing is deliberate.

There's a pause before he says "well do you want a McMuffin tomorrow? It will not be hot b the time I get back to the island." He's trying no to snicker asking this. back tot he curious part of all of his and happy to have something other than all of his echoing doubts in his head, "He didn't fall off the boat though right? That must have hit him all the way out on the water. Damn."

If it was anyone else telling her about their SCIENCE!! scheme to test regeneration and healing abilities by crossing a magic boundary that nullifies same, she'da been like kthx please livestream that shit. When it's Gelly, she's pre-planning contingency girl. Which is why she's placing an Amazon order right now for multiple tourniquets. You never know, right? "Like I ever had not great ideas," Saint says with a huff. As if! "Ugh. That better not spread like wildfire." She hms and nods, "Good nickname for her." She, too, saw the ensemble and the flounce out that bought Diamond this nickname.

Saint stops fucking with her recipe to beep boop on her phone, stabbing the screen with a finger to search through a selection. She adds to cart. Clicky. Her phone's face up on the counter, so anyone who bothers looking can see her do it. Purchase. Clicky.

There was some other stuff in that cart, but it flashes by too fast to see what those things are.

"Musty tunnels sound gross. Zombie pirates somehow less gross." And then Enzo reminds them both he understood the Hungarian. She squints at him across the kitchen island. "So you... didn't understand Hungarian before you came here then?"

At the idea that he outed them to the bar, Enzo looks between the pair of siblings with this you have to be kidding me look. "You really don't think people already know who you are? Just by name alone?" His brows lift, "I mean, these have got to be the rubiest of rubes if that's the case. Which is why I was surprised, more like pretty damned baffled, that Diamond didn't recognize you, she's you know," Rich. Same Circle, "But if there was anyone in there who didn't know who you are, because as a trio, you really do stand out, as individuals as well, I apologize. Okay? I genuinely apologize."

Though when Angelo calls Diamond Cheeks, he just has to snort out a laugh.

"Yeah, I want a McMuffin tomorrow. I'll heat it up." Enzo then shakes his head, "No, I grabbed him before he toppled over. If he did fall, I don't think we would've found him at that hour. Not in time anyway."

He then turns to Saint and says in Hungarian, "Yeah. It's one of the super powers that I got from the park. Pretty nifty, huh? From what I can tell, I can understand and speak any foreign language. Any that I've come across so far anyway." Now he's just showing off.

Looking to Enzo Angelo squints, listening. Both eyebrows lift a bit as he has a really fair point. Leaning, shoulder to Enzo's Angelo accepts the olive branch. "Aaaand I genuinely accept it. I know you wouldn't do something that would hurt one of us deliberately. I never thought that. It's just been a rough week. The few people that were constant on our team are now out. Making friends that don't just want to kiss your ass or just be in for a good time aren't always a thing. We're running out of people, Enzo we need to import more!" He really does relax enough to laugh at that.

With a murmur he says "I'll grab you a McMuffin." Angelo will remember. He pauses and says "Not...really a foreign language if you can innately understand it right?" Curiously he asks Saint, "When does unfamiliar become familiar? What's the statue of limitations on that? We got a betting pool for it?" He flicks a glance down at her phone and back, "Diiiid you remember limes?"

Looking back to Enzo he says "Well if you can sing Livin La Vida Loca in Norweigean then we know. That's our new litmus. That's pretty cool though. Where we know Diamond from? What's her family do?" While he doesn't want to be just a guy with a lot of connections he is that guy and is very nosy. "She cool?"

Waiting for the answer he says "You know you didn't talk about that dream but you were a total badass in that. Super proud of you. Shoulda seen her Enzo she was like not on my watch, bish!" Looking back to her there's the wait to see if there's a small smile. The words aren't empty praise, far from it, but the theatrical boast might help give some assurance back. he's fine, he's still ridiculous, nothing's broken right?

"We're not the only Hungarians in the park, surely," Saint says. "Kerekes is a pretty common name." Sure, some people follow them you the socials. Yes, they've made waves in certain circles. There are reputations out there that'll never recover! "Oh." The jello chef calms down a little when Enzo mentions the y'know. Heavy indication Diamond is rich. So she might actually know some of the same people who know. "So I had some stuff go down in New York I really don't want to follow me here. Hopefully she doesn't have a lot of friends in Manhattan."

"Apology considered. Instantly accepted if you give me ten minutes alone in your closet."

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"Not foreign once you get it in your head. So you got a universal translator. Interesting." She also seems less ruffled to know this is a new development, and Enzo hadn't overheard other things they've said in his presence. You know, before.

"Thanks, Gelly. We shared an actual dream. That's wild. I was just gettin' my song on. Then surprise swordplay. So it's a lot like usual in theatre."

"Well wasn't I that kid before?" Enxo says, mostly joking. "I mean, sure I had money and while, at the time I might not have known who your parents were, my parents knew, so... I'm not saying I was kissing anyone's ass back then, but you... Your name, your family has a legacy. When people look at me, they just see a corporation. And not one people are really happy to see posted, more often than not. When developers move into the area, there's always a lot of push back."

As for Diamond, he'll answer that question for the both of them. "Her dad's an Industrialist. Met her while on vacation in Phuket, as for if she's good..." It takes a while for him to answer that, "To be honest? She's trouble. As in I went on my first jewel heist with her. In Phuket. That's how bored we were and in need of excitement, you know?" Maybe they don't know! Here, he leans back in his seat, "Sometimes, you just need to do things to make you feel alive. To get your heart pounding. It's just the thrill of it."

Looking over to Saint, he counters, "Ten minutes, while I watch with my power to Veto."

He then tries to think of how Livin' La Vida Loca would sound in Norwegian, I mean, he can hear it now, in his mind, and maybe that could work.

And then Angelo brings up his fighting prowess in said dream and that brings a smile to Enzo's lips, "I was okay. It's every boy's dream to fight monsters brandishing a sword, right? And I got my chance."

"Ownay ouway areway ettingsay ancyfay." Angelo says to his sister without missing a beat. He pokes at the cheesecake piece with tee raspberry swirl in it. Reaching over Angelo's hand comes to rest on the back of Enzo's neck giving it a squeeze. "We don't see that, man. We see the kid that figured out they don't lock the window o the place the country club keeps the ice cream after 8pm."

Angelo goes to eating his cheesecake and squints listening to this looking to Saint and pointing to her hearing Diamond's story, "Do not!" Looking back to enzo he asks, "You ever seen Brokedown Palace? The law will make shit up to keep and be mad at you there. They are big fans of not losing their stuff. That's like big T trouble." He has a concern which is distracted mid bite with Saint's closet ante and Enzo's retort. mumbling around the dessert he shakes his head, "Not what I thought that'd conversation be about."

Angelo slowly grins, guilty as hell being the damn wooboy living his best life fighting zombles earlier in teh week with Saint as a witness. "I mean you saved my as. I appreciate it." Curious he puts the fork down sitting up more, "The hell were those things made of?? Like I laid into that thing it it just went ka-TANG non--chalontly looking at me like 'you need something?'"

"That's me, fuckin' fancy," Saint agrees with a vigorous whisking of some jello, green with some lime juice and lime zest. The sharp tang of citrus fills the kitchen briefly as she shushes a lime across her microplane. Carefully.

"You join me in there, we make it twenty," Saint says with a little quirk of her lips. It's clear she's kidding from the grin that follows, which she wipes off the grin before she looks up.

She casts a sly glance at Angelo at mention of jewel heists and such. She grins but does not. "Damn Enzo, you're like a rite of passage around here."

"I was also older and taller than the rest of you so things like far easier to reach and unlock anyway." Enzo says with a laugh as he remembers those days. Then Angelo's bringing up Brokedown Palace, "Yeah, I heard about that and nothing happened. But at the time, it was a risk that I was willing to take." For whatever reason. He then licks at his lips, still tasting some of the booze and the jello flavoring there, "And she good at getting into places where you don't belong. Or shouldn't be. Right now, I could do with one of those."

At the threat of upping the timer to twenty made by Saint, Enzo returns her grin with one of his own and a slow shake of his head, "Never change, Sin." But then when he's called a right of passage, that makes him choke on air, basically. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Angelo warms poking his fork into his cheesecake. "No ass is worth being brokedown palaced." It's a verb now for emphasis. It's what follows when he turns to re-warn his dead sister who likes to see what shiny red buttons do that he has to fight not to laugh. "She, uh, she means you are very socially well-connected and working on that next level networking skill." His eyes so betray him right now. "So she fun or what?" The or what being the crabby type that doesn't like anything.

The cheesecake is in no rush to be eaten for now. "Uhhh why do we need those skills Enzo? And what are we doing for your birthday?" He's not forgotten but offers, "Could go up to the UP for a day and get some skiing in? Been a couple years. Would have to see what conditions are like but it's doable. What'd make you happy cause you've been kinda stressed out. Lil concerned here."

Saint levels a look at Enzo and says, "Intimacy is dangerous." The statement sits there for a beat before she laughs. The laugh is a little incongruous with the tone she had when she said it, one serious, the other trying to make it not. But there's something in that puts a little pain behind the statement. Something happened in the last few years to give Saint Kerekes pause about something related to getting too damn close to other people. "Still has its rewards."

"Me changing is highly unlikely. Spaces form to fit me." She finally seems satisfied with the weird citrus abomination she's making. Soon the kettle's boiling to pour hot water over this mess. She dumps a couple packets of jello into the bowl and waits on her water. Just a cup of water set to boil while the drags a bottle of vodka out of the freezer. She cracks it open and waits.

Her brows go up, but she doesn't verbally answer Enzo, as if he should know what rite of passage means.

And then, "I could ski."

Looking between the siblings now, Enzo's brow slowly rises, "You guys know me better than to-- Okay, scratch that." With a shake his of his head, his lips, in a pursed upturn, he just has to laugh now. "It was more of the thrill. Than the ass, but it's quite a nice ass." He'll say that much, before he looks to Saint. "It was stupid, I know. Crazy. And I could've gotten into a lot of trouble." He will admit that much. "But I'm here now, so it's fine, alright?" He says that as if it's some reassurance to the pair.

Oh, he had an idea of what she meant by right of passage. He just wanted an explanation anyway and Angelo gives him one, even if it amuses him. "Because, Angelo. I'm nosy. And there's just some locked doors, strange passageways, possible... through some air ducts, that I might want to explore." Yes, he's just circling around what he should be saying, but he'll come out and say it, "Look. aren't you curious about, oh... I don't know, where this magic comes from? Why it's here. Where the source of it possibly is? Because I sure am and while I'm here, I'm going to go snooping around until I find out."

He then asks, "So where can we get a boat to sail to Moonrise Island anyway?"

And then his birthday is brought up. "Before the ball? Or after the ball? Or are we skipping it entirely?" He knows that the Ball falls on his birthday.

Angelo waits and listens and watches Enzo back track bringing a chuckle from him and the nod of encouragement, "Yeah we know you much better than that." His mood shifts like it's the easiest thing in the world to give Enzo absolution from his inclinations, "You're here, it's fine. Cheeks seems cool but like a hazard. Fun's fun but don't let anyone drag you backward. You have worked too hard for clearing the ground you have."

And then an open laugh, "Oh ARE you now? Gee I'd never have guessed you the nosy type Enzo. This is all very new news." Confused he boggles to En and back to Saint and then to Enzo as if just to troll him confused, "You need a boat?"

When Enzo asks about wanting to know where things come from he looks to Saint with an arched eyebrow. Okay, he really really does. "Aaand you want to go where they're digging holes we can fall into? I dunno talk to the construction people? Saint after the dream thing what's your take on it exactly?" The aside goes to Enzo, "After. We can do up the weekend then if we wanna no rush. I don't want to skip the charity thing. I like those and it'd disappoint Dante if we didn't."

"Thrills and ass are two of my favorite things," Saint agrees, nodding to Enzo. She reaches for the kettle, quick boil as it is. She pours it over the mix of jello powder lime juice, and zest. "If you're not stupid at some point in your life, are you even living? Seeing as you didn't get water boarded or lashed in a jail, s'all good. Diamond brokers have insurance." She thinks on that a little more and shrugs. Yeah, reasonable. Probably something she'd get pulled into too, if the instigator was hot enough.

She doesn't say that though.

Whisking the mix, she waits to see if the jello's dissolved. It is. In goes some cold vodka and cold water to bring the steamy mix down to a pour-safe temperature. "It's funny how some people experience magic and let it be magic, and others wanna know why and where." She looks over. "I bet you could try to bribe a ferry driver after hours. We got a few. Surely somebody has gambling debt or something."

She whisks a couple more times, then begins the careful pour into a couple dozen tiny plastic cups. She spills a couple times on the first five. "I only had the one dream and it was super fuck around and find out. I mean aren't there like a shitton of shipwrecks around here? I heard that from somewhere. Maybe read a pamphlet on it. I think we might just be super suggestible." She has no idea there are people on this island who can influence dreams.

With the discussion of Diamond mostly put to bed. ahem Enzo leans back in his chair and considers a few things before he decides to bring up, "I don't know if you or your family were ever into thoroughbreds or thoroughbred racing, I know they were into real estate as well, but a friend of my family's son who I used to hang out with," pretty much like the Kerekes, "every so often also works here. As a dog trainer, name's Danny. He can shift into animals and said he'd scope the island out for me. See what's up. But I also want to see things up close with my own eyes, you know."

He then nods slowly, "A ferry would be good for sure. Wonder if we can get one who knows how to keep their mouths shut." As he speaks, he's also kinda-sorta watching Saint make her jello shot concoction, mostly idly. "When I was climbing in the air duct beneath the Castle the one time, I saw some ducts going in directions where I'm not exactly sure where it would lead. I might look back into that as well later, but unsure how to do that safely."

His brows go up, "A weekend trip and a ball. Now this is going to be a birthday to remember."

Angelo listens and wonders, "Let me see what I can find out from Auggie. Or Saint can." He looks to her with an eyebrow arched, "Time to meet people and find things out. We are solid at networking for info, my dude." He takes a drink before making a little 'aww' sound. "Aww he's got a puppy? Man being an anima feels like it'd be so weird." Says the shapeshifter with the pixie wings who somehow cannot wrap his brain around that one.

The smile warms with that bit of mischief in his eye, "Well I hope so, Enzo. You only turn 30 once. We gotta celebrate ya." He drops one foot to the side of his stool in case Enzo decides to shove him off his 'stump' for that. "The air ducts? You want sinus and allergy issues? This is how you get sinus and allergy issues." Looking back to Saint there's a squint of one eye. "Don't worry, we wake up okay a least. Maybe sweaty which was gross, but okay."

"I bet on a few horses," Saint says, when the subject of racing comes up. "Middling luck. That beginner thing applies, though." She shakes her head, "I don't think I do. I mean maybe. I'll let you know if I see someone I'd like to avoid and thing maybe their name might be Danny." Clearly Saint remembers people she's met by a few categories, and one is RUN.

"Cannot help you there, I don't really chat with the boat people. So far anyway. I usually fall asleep on that thing," Saint says. She looks to Angelo, who might have better advice there. "The ducts under the castle are big enough for people?"

"I forgot you were an old," Saint says to Enzo, when Angelo brings up the big 3-0.

"Not a puppy. A Troupe of puppies. Er dogs. Pups." Enzo says of Danny's dog show. "He performs at one of the tents at the Midway." He then adds, "You know how my dad gets about pets that aren't horses? Well, I got to pet all the dogs I could ever want when I ran into Danny that day. The guy used to babysit me when the adults went to do adult things. At least until he went off to the military."

He then nods over at Angelo, "Cool, thanks. A nighttime trip to the Moonrise."

Then Angelo brings up hit 30th birthday and this has Enzo snorting, but the air ducts are being talked about, so he'll focus on that. "Well, I went through the air ducts as to not be locked in a storage room there for who knows how many hours." He then nods over to Saint, "Barely," They barely fit a person. "But I found my way out and all was good."

That's when his brow arches just a bit, his attention on Saint now, "You do know I'm turning 25 right? Anyway, let's do this! Skiing the slopes, partying at the lodge and some fancy shit at the Charity Ball. I guess I better dress to impress. Though I'm pretty sure, I work part of that day."

Angelo nods with an understanding of the assignment, "Aww, nothing like a romantic moonlight heist of breaking and entering into the Isle of Dr. Moreau. I'm sure nothing could possibly go wrong*." He pops the last bite of the small cheesecake in his mouth and says "Last time i flew around there it was a bunch of trees. I didn't really stop though."

Angelo says "It'd be wrong of them not to let you go promote the charity event that's pulling in the most cash. Those tickets aren't cheap which is great for the event but not great if you don't get to use them. You gotta go, man. It's a moral imperative."

Looking back to Saint he says "I still gotta figure out what I'm wearing. Dante didn't just get rid of anything in my closet he didn't like anymore to 'help me out' when you both packed me did he?" There's some concern here. Curious he asks, "Your ski stuff here cause I can ask to have it shipped if it's not. I dunno if you took it to New York." It's cold there!

"Seems like this park is kinda a place about reunions," Saint says, pouring a few more cups of jello. She's making good progress there, tongue pocked into the corner of her mouth as she goes. "You got locked in the storage room?" For some reason, this seems to amuse her.

She gives Enzo a look up at down though, at the 25 thing, as if she's checking for wrinkles and other signs of age.

"Call in sick. It's your birthday. Don't post to socials till your next day off with ski pics." She pours along another row, spilling some green on the counter. S'fine. It mops up. "Nah, not that I know of," Saint says of a Dante edit to Angelo's clothing. "Just raid his closet." She already has her shopping trip planned in Enzo's. "I put some stuff in storage here. Surf board, skis, the usual suspects." When the pour cup is empty, she starts snapping little lids on the individual jello cups and stacking them into a fresh container.

To what Saint says about the park being a place for reunions, Enzo nods slowly, "Strangely enough, yeah. That's what it feels like. I still don't know why you all want to work here instead of somewhere else, but..." And his shoulders just shrug. He then glances Angelo's way when he mentions the flyover.

However, when he hears maybe just the faintest hint of amusement in Saint's tone regarding the storage room thing, Enzo returns to look on her, "I was trapped in there with Trace Accardi of all people and thus the climbing up through the air ducts to get out of there as quickly as possible."

"Oh, I"ll be there to promote it alright, in uniform. On duty." He says with a creased brow now to what Angelo says, before he quickly blurts out to what Saint says now, "I can't post anything on socials anyway. A certain party isn't supposed to know that I'm here. Well. here. Where we going for skiing?" A look is then given Angelo again.

Angelo's head tilts, "He's like five inches taller than me and and narrower in the shoulders. I actually can't raid his closet." A lament. Small one. "Might wear the red one but I dunno. I'll see what I feel like the night before so I don't clash." He's not going to lose sleep over this.

When Enzo asks why he's here there's a subtle shift to silence bussing his plate. His hand finds Saint's shoulder with a grip squeeze, knowing she picks up on all the shifts in the world. That answer right now might go deeper than he's wanting it to. The tap is opened and run to see when it will get hot; waiting with fingers under the running water.

"Everyone came out alive? I mean at least you were trapped with good company. Why were you locked in a fucking closet?" Entirely rather talking about not himself right now. "Saint lookit you all prepared." He is impressed that she planed so far ahead as for ski party. Missing no fun.

His eyes go back to the tap and he says "Well I made some promises to be in tact for the charity thing so weekend after I figure in case you had other things you wanted to fit in so you didn't have to move anything around." And then, "Also I got shows weekend before and that breakfast thingie they're doing. Our turn to rotate in." he doesn't mind entertaining kids.

Saint lobs a tea towel at Enzo when he questions why here instead of anywhere else.

A moment passes before she continues on like she didn't just do that: "Maybe you two could do being trapped together a little while." She starts loading all her shot making dishes into the dishwasher. She rolls her eyes at the on duty in uniform thing. "You're so rigid in some aspects of your life, man. You gotta chill out, Zeezee, before you give yourself high blood pressure at like thirty."

"I'm ready at a moment's notice for surf, sand, ice, snow," Saint says to Angelo, moving around the counter now that she's not busy making stuff to lean in and wrap her arms around her brother's shoulders. Her chin rests on his shoulder while she gives him that sideways squeeze. "And besides, we have a credit card and the chalets always have overpriced skis on sale along with everything else you might forget at home."

"If you get busted here, Enzo, just blame it on me. Your parents love me." That's a questionable statement, but Saint makes it anyway. "I made you visit, I snuck you in as a joke and put you in a uniform, whatever, whatever. No lie is to big." She grins. "I have props for every eventuality." That may be overstating it a little but she's nothing if not dedicated to the bit.

Enzo lifts an arm to try and protect himself from said tea towel, "Hey!" And now he's just staring at the oh so innocent Saint. "Look, I mean, I could understand if you had a movie or record deal with Spellbound and that's why you're here, but it's just like Disneyworld which makes it all the more weird when I think that some actual actors are showing up here now." Yeah, he heard of some of the new arrivals...

As to whether everyone came out alive, Enzo nods, eyes on Angelo, "Thanks to me. I let them know Trace was still stuck there. And they finally repaired that damned door." He says nothing about the 'good company' comment, but about the why, he just rolls his eyes, "I had heard that the Castle was actually a good place to look if searching for the possible... strongest magical point in the park. So I went snooping around, found myself in a storage room, it shut behind me and Trace happened to be in there. Unfortunately."

He then stands up to help with clean up and anything else that needs to be done. "Oh, do my parents love you? I'm sure Carla loves you." Carla is his step-mom from when he was around 10. She was once the other woman, which is why his parents got their divorce, and then promptly became his step-mom soon after. Half his mother's age too. "Carla's a money-grubbing skank though, so of course she does, but... this isn't about my parents." He wets his lips now "As you probably know, or maybe not..." He shrugs, "My dad's been in some legal issues for several years now. Which is why he lost out in the bidding war for these islands. Anyway, The Accardis are some Boston Legal firm representing this group who my dad's entangled with and they've been keeping tabs on me and my family for freakin' YEARS."

"Hell, once, one of them or someone from their firm nearly drove me off the road after I got my new ride, taking pictures of it for their file. So when I came here, I made sure to be seen driving around in one car for the majority of time and on that day, had someone drive it to the airport, while I drove the car I drive less often to lose their scent to get to the ferry. I don't know if it's a big deal or not for me to be seen here, in a place where my father tried to get his hands on, but failed, but I'm sure it could be used for some fuel for whatever shit show they have for this case they have against him." It's an incredibly convoluted thing, but that's his reason.

"That's why, no one can know that I'm here." Pause, "Trace Accardi said he wouldn't tell his family about it, so let's see if he's true to his word."

Angelo is doing great taking the world at face value and keeping his mouth shut right now. Gold fucking star. There's a small wince at the hug like the frailty in his mood was found again; hang giving his sister's forearm a squeeze but this time staying there so his hands don't start throwing things. This isn't his usual MO but there's been a lot in the last 20 hours. Does the question of why they are here pass? Deep deep breaths. Is he listening right now? Nope something about a nefarious plan and Enzo's tone is not panic and Saint sounds like she's got a master level plan to handle it. Angelo focuses on clearing his head.

When he's spoken to directly his brain kicks over looking up, "Glad you're both okay. Next time text some of us," Angelo included, "can cut clear across the park in no time. That's scary to think the ventilation could have eaten you." Angelo has very few actual close friends in life and none so much he's trusted as much as Enzo which gets a warning look from him not to perish in obscurity, please.

He doesn't interrupt, however, as this is good that Enzo is finally relaxed enough to let truths and not conspiracies out. "Yeah I remember you talking a bit about it in college before we met up with the one gal that weekend in Mt. Holly." A fun ski trip with little snowboarding done in that time.

Finally Angelo says, "I trust Trace man. Knowing all that? That's... that's a lot to fucking carry." The Kerekes are blessed to be a tight knight supportive family though busy as hell. "We've gotten a chance to hang out and he never asks about your personal shit. Actually kinda shocked you were a whole human being but I was like yeah, man, I don't keep people in my life who are assholes. Trace wants no part of his family's shit from all I gathered."

Looking to Enzo for real talk he says, "He's not here for you, he's avoiding his family and figuring out his own thing and gets to do something that makes people happy. I would not tell you this or hang out with him if I thought it'd put you in jeopardy." He looks to Saint and a small grin forms before looking back to Enzo, "I have lengths I will go to when our people are threatened." Including striking back at shitty ex boyfriends. "Ask Saint" He leans a shoulder against her hug and gives her a smile of thanks and looking a bit more like himself and less like he might flip an island fixed to the floor.

Saint glances over at Enzo when he starts in on more not understanding why they're here, and she stares at him, those blue eyes direct and fixed right on his eyes. Maybe she's holding onto Angelo's shoulders so she doesn't throw some more stuff. "You're such a walnut sometimes, Castillo. You really are."

And then she straightens, releasing Angelo from the hug, though she rubs his upper back briefly, like I gotchu bro.

"Trace said a thing, I don't see him backing down on it. Nobody should be held to the sins of their father." She smiles a little when Angelo's like ask Saint about the shitty ex thing. "If he fucks you over, then he gets a strike. I don't think he will. Nobody who sings with the emotion he does is gonna be an island who finds it easy to ruin other people. But on the slim chance he is, you're not alone out here."

"We couldn't send anyone a text. There was no signal inside of that storage room." Enzo is quick to point out, though at what Saint says, he just has to arch a brow now and he does his usual sort-of shrug and a lift of his arms to go with it, "What? What am I missing? Are you here to investigate what makes this place tick? The magic? too?" By now, they should know that that's obviously why he's here.

However, when Angelo brings up Mt. Holly, the edges of Enzo's lips tug into a grin as he is reminded of that moment.

At the reassurance of the 2/3rds of the triplets, all that he can do is let out a sigh, "Right. This has been going on for how long now? 7 years? 7 years of being dragged into court, listening to the most boring of trials (to him! Even if it's one his family is wrapped up in), and then being harassed by snooping attorneys. And I'm always wondering, if I do this, will it hurt my dad's case? What about that?"

But as they both vouch for Trace, his gaze lowers and he falls quiet for a long moment. "Fine. But as the Accardis can't know that I'm here. My dad can't know that I'm hanging around with Trace Accardi." Those words don't sound fine, but it is what it is.

"You're missing other people's feelings in the room, Enzo. Come up for air. Breathe." Angelo finally shares though if there's an emotion to be had it isn't anger, so that's probably good. His hand rolls and says "No, I honestly never questioned it, but I'm in to looking for an answer. Knowing would be cool." He is not powered by insatiable curiosity as his driving pursuit in life, but can support it. His great agitation has zero to do with it though.

Happier to depart the redundant topic of having his life motivations questions after he's already done that until his soul was raw on the call with his dad he pivots to the skiing. "Yeah yeah your dad's life is kinda fucked but you're not going to go down with his ship. We won't let that happen. Until the IRS shows up on your porch let's focus on what's important and in front of us: skiing." A badass weekend is very important. "Right now it's like us but it's your birthday so I'll let you set the guest list. I just need to know how many people and their gear we're moving. It's about 30-40 minutes after we hit mainland. 15 little mountains to choose from."

He waits and allows everyone to adjust, make plans. He looks back to Saint checking in. He's breathing too! There's a pause though and he defends, "I don't report to your dad or his. And trust me he doesn't want that either. I don't do things that are going to place either of you at risk."

"Either that cat's out of the bag or it's not. Seems like it's in Trace's hands now." Saint seems pretty cavalier about this whole thing, but that could be the repetition. "I don't think there's more than one Trace in the park, Enzo. That damage has been done." She shoves her jello shot container into the fridge to chill and set, wiping off the counter with a towel behind her, all evidence erased.

"And what are they gonna do? You got a job, you got friends here. Your whole life doesn't revolve around the Accardis." She pauses. "Does it?"

Enzo looks to Angelo when he brings up people's emotions. He could tap into their emotions to figure that part out, but he decides against it and says nothing further on that part. Yet anyway.

Though to what Saint says, his shoulders lift, "The case is still ongoing. It's close to being thrown out, I think." He looks as if he's contemplating that for a bit, "So at this moment? Yeah, my life revolves around them. At least for now. One slip up and they might get the ammunition that they need to use, possibly, I don't know how, but they're the lawyers and not me, against my father and my dad told me to be careful so..."

And this is when he comes clean clean, "Look, my dad sent me here. Obviously, there's a reason why he wanted these islands and I'm sure we can figure out why." The magic. "So now I'm investigating further and relaying a few things back to him and once he has the info he needs, I am out of here." He looks between the two now, "That... too is confidential. For the most part. I don't know how Visions of Wonder will take it if they realized I was here as well or if they'd care, but once I find out why the things hare happening here... I think." It's clear that he's not sure what his father is actually looking for, "Then I'm done."

But he will change the subject temporarily to the lighter, "Mmm, I don't know if I packed anything for ski--... I might have." He then looks at his phone, "I could send someone at home to just make an overnighter."

Angelo is struggling and has been keyed up since the damn dream and something in this conversation just tripped a fuse. Presently he falls dead silent. Fingertips press to the countertop and he stand up with a nod. "Hey you're gonna do what you're gonna do, Enzo. I," he says standing up, "am gonna go check on something."

It's abrupt but he turns with those leafy, waspy wings unfolding and heads toward the back of the apartment, jaw tight and in the back there's a door that opens and swings shut.

Saint doesn't say anything until Angelo's opening the door.

"You're about as perceptive as brick wall, Lorenzo Castillo." Saint throws the towel down on the counter. "Get out of your daddy's ass and look around you once in a while. Think for yourself, and stop shitting on the life choices your friends make." Saint's heated right now, and some of that anger definitely isn't on her own behalf. Maybe most of it.

She rarely fixes Enzo with those steely blue eyes, tone sharp. "Stupidity leak."

Enzo looks over to Angelo as he goes to check something, but then Saint catches his attention once Angelo is out the door and he has that Hey, what did I do?? look again. "Woah, woah. What? And my daddy's ass? That's my company too." There's no conviction in his tone when he says this. "And fine, I won't ask again! I was just curious, that's all." He's about to say something, which could be a sarcastic joke, but he decides against it and let's it go, despite not meaning for it to be malicious in any way.

"Look, Sin. Just help me do this thing and I'll be out of all of your hair. Okay?" He almost looks pleadingly to her right now before his gaze lowers. "I'm already treading on thin ice as it is, so..."

"Do you know what you just said?" Saint stares at Enzo, hands on the marble counter, just incredulous over there. Saint's not known for having the most level emotional responses to stuff, but she's real serious right now. "You just made it clear several times that anyone who's not here on some shady corporate mission is wasting their life here."

"Ice is thinner than you think. Gelly's here because he's unsure of his future. We're here for him. You're stuck on your Daddy stuff and Trace's family, and you should really take a minute to engage your powers of observation to notice you hurt your friends by putting your own very fine head of hair up your own ass. You just said you're only here to snoop and then fuck everyone, I'm out."

"Not anyone." Enzo starts and oh, what he says is most likely to be condescending, but he's mostly talking about the privileged few. His friends. Because the lessers need the job! Though when he's told that Angelo is uncertain about his future that when his brow raises, "Why? He's still training for the competition isn't he?" He was curious why they all were here instead of doing the other things, "And he has a lot of skills and knowledge to fall back on if he ever needed to."

"Hell, he still has my support and I could see about getting him more sponsors."

He then lets out a heavy sigh, but keeps from rolling his eyes when he simply states, "That's... That's not what I really meant. I just meant that we can be over this bullshit and move on. I mean, do you think I like working PR right now, when I could be looking for development opportunities in other cities?" There's another sigh as he exhales from his nostrils now, his lips pursed tight. "This is mostly my dad's things. The Accardi thing wouldn't even be an issue." If Trace weren't here...

Enzo looks at Saint now, "So... what exactly is going on? And if there's anything I can help with, just ask."

"I didn't mean fuck fuck," Saint says, throwing up her hands. "And no, he's not sure where he stands. He hasn't been training as hard. His whole life has been this thing, and he didn't make it last time. He doesn't need sponsors. He doesn't need money. He needs to be supported. You don't even have to go out of your way." She may be yelling now. She's definitely yelling now, but not loud enough for all the neighbors to hear. Yet.

She takes a big breath, barely clinging to her temper with all her fingernails on that proverbial cliff. (Yeah, this is what controlling it looks like.) "Stop talking about how much you hate it here in front of him!"

Seeing at Angelo is having problems of his own, Enzo is willing to listen. He doesn't look on Saint directly when she speaks, his mind focused on everything that she says as he processes it through everything else that he's going through as well now. "I can do that." He says about giving Angelo his support. "You know I'll always have your backs when I can."

Though the not dissing the Park is a difficult task for someone who hates his job at the park and that's clear on Enzo's face as he ponders on this whole thing. "I'll try my best with that part... I only took the job because it made it easier to get in and out of places and just be seen anywhere without question. And I didn't really want to be custodial or maintenance."

He then considers a lot of what he'd said, when he murmurs, "And regarding my thing? Don't worry about it. I'll figure it out. Just... focus on getting Angelo where he needs to be. Mentally, physically. Everything."

Saint does a few breathing exercises, closing her eyes and tipping her head back, trying to get a physical handle on her reaction. Enzo's deescalation helps, and so she nods and blows out a breath. "Good. Ok." She nods again. "Ok. Still, though, dude. The daddy thing."

She gestures widely with a hand. "I don't know the boat people. I'm not brushing off your shit. What I'm saying is read a room. And when you have a way out there, you want help, we'll go." Saint has a history of never turning down a quest, especially if it's ill advised. Maybe especially to protect a couple people in the fam.

It's not that Angelo comes back after stepping out on the balcony- instead flying off to somewhere for laps maybe. There is a sign of some activity by way of an email alert. Apparently some lodgings and reservations have been secured. Enzo's idea acknowledged so if they need to be out later it's a low conflict issue now. There's a dinner res at the lodge with it for 7:30.

Another 9 minutes after that the doors in the back of the apartment from the balcony sound and close again. The tap in the main bathroom is faintly audible of the sink. Returning, ears and cheeks flush from the cold at altitude he says "Iron Mountain didn't have shit and it was further away so I found a better one. Flexible volume."

This is his olive branch of being past anything that might look like resentment, but Angelo doesn't do grudges. He likes people or he does not and the area is really not grey. Looking back to Enzo he says "We know you're not turning 30."

At the mention of this daddy thing, Enzo's brow lifts, eyes glancing over to Saint, "You know, I was always kind of jealous of you guys. I'd trade you dads any day." That's how well he gets along with his.

To the rest of what Saint says, he nods slowly, "Thanks. Sorry, I do get too caught up in my own problems more often than not." He looks like he would say more, but decides against it. That's around the time when they hear someone's phone sounds coming from the balcony and his attention is drawn that way.

"Good, I didn't care for Iron Mountain anyway." Whether that's true or not, he flashes Angelo a humored grin either way. As for him turning 30, "Not quite anyway. Hold the extra candles for a few more years."

That final thing Enzo says about his dad has Saint calming down a little more. "You know you're welcome at our family shit anytime, Enzo. At this point, they basically think of you as a son." Maybe he hasn't realized that, because, ok. Maybe Enzo doesn't really have any idea what family is. The way his parents are about their own interests.

"Yeah." She glances down at her bare feet, studying the polish. "So did you get a suite with a hot tub in it?" Finally she lets it go, and turns to look at Angelo.

Angelo says to Saint without missing a beat, "Of course. And a post slopes, pre-supper spa appointment for you and Dante. Happy Hannukah." Looking back to Enzo he holds up two fingers and wiggles them, "Couple more years."

And there's the deep breath. "Look." Real talk but without the heat on it. "If you get out of this trip what you need and move on because that's something you want cool. I'll be sad as shit cause like I missed you and you're still like my bestie or whatever but if you do it for your father that hasn't the good sense to see you and respect you for everything you are doing here? Yeah I'm a be real pissed."

His lips press together offering Enzo, "I know you planned none of this but you are great at it when you want to be. Your father didn't do that. Now, we need to figure out when we're leaving and I need to have Dante figure out what I have around here that I can wear for the gala cause I don't have a lot of red and I'm going to feel like a mushroom if that happens. So, for now, consider skiing, and your birthday- the 25th one, a none issue. Cool?"

Enzo kind of laughs a little, thinking about this trip, "To tell you the truth, sometimes I look at this place and what it was turned into and wonder what I could've done with it. You know? Because that's my job..." He then shakes his head, "Now, I don't create amusement parks and I don't know how manageable or efficient having an entire community built on these islands, but I guess it would've been a starting point. I see a lot of what-ifs I had this project." He then shrugs, "We'll see, I guess. You guys know I want to build the cities and towns of tomorrow to make them less car dependent, but if North America isn't going to ramp up their transit plans it's all moot anyway."

He then realizes that he's getting way too ahead of himself, but they're probably used to him talking about his plans for future cities and somewhat-urbanistic dreams and all of that in the past, so here it rears it's head again. Finally!

That's when he clears his throat, "Oh, I've definitely packed up gala stuff. It's like when I decided what I was going to wear, I figured fancy magical ball attire rather than ski attire." So with that he, pulls out his own phone to call upon the hired help at home to send over his gear. "And yeah, all of that sounds fantastic."

Backtracking to something that Saint had said as he texts his family's people, he states, "I would actually like that, Sin. To spend time with your fam one of these days."

Saint leans on the counter, the last of the aggression bleeding out of her body when Angelo addresses Enzo, talking about future plans and how fathers affect them. She falls pretty silent, just listening to the two talking.

She looks up when Enzo mentions family, specifically there Kerekes'. Her blue eyes focus on him. "We plan out far enough ahead, all of us can get time off. Mom and Dad would like that. They don't get to see us as much since we went to college. Not all at once."

Looking between them Angelo missed a bit when he was outside but catches on enough. There's a small nod. He looks from Enzo to Saint using her as his barometer right now and then says "If you need an adultier adult to listen about city planning dad would probably get into that. He likes how stuff is layered. This place is its own high traffic high revenue ecosystem too."

There's a long pause before he finds a judicious way to put it, "There's a quote from this guy, I think it was the Dalai Lama but don't quote me on that. says sometimes not getting what we want is what we need and I'm trying real hard to have that make sense in my life right now but it's what the present is. So. Yeah I think they might be here later this month and if you're not hiding from them maybe hang out with us." he admits, "We never like it when you go anyway."