2025-02-02 - Consulting the Salt

Apartment 100 at Silver Brook has only been home to its recent occupants for a short time, but already the boxes have been unpacked and moved out of sight. Furnishings have been delivered and arranged with a modest, mindful, and contemporary eye. Things appear, at least at a quick glance, to be tidy and in their place.

This goes for the dining table, which is set and ready for guests, and the kitchen, which is currently in use (the mise en place is on point). “There are slippers by the door,” Parker calls out to anyone who may have just arrived or forgotten. “Someone is vegetarian, right? I’m making something vegetarian anyway.” He’s started. It’s in the oven.

And thus, the motley crew of Spellbound employees gather to dine and talk. Something is amiss, after all, and it’s time to get to the bottom of it.

Phin is in the kitchen. He is even wearing an apron around his waist. He must have been on bread and salad duty as he is working on that. A roast was made for those who did not live the vegetarian lifestyle. He likes vegetables, but he also likes meat. He figures there had to be others that felt the same as him. There is a pitcher of water, wine, and lemonade on the counter. Hopefully, people will like something out of the drink choices.

He is wearing a gray sweater with white on it, black jeans, and, yes, slippers on his feet as he sets the salad and bread in the middle of the dining table where they will eat. He moves to the sink to wash his hands before he gets pot holders to pull the roast out of the oven. Straightening as he smiles at their guests.

Drea arrives in pale boot-cut jeans, a gray hoodie, and a jean jacket, with her hair bundled back in a messy pony sticking through the back of a trucker's hat repping some Midwest microbrew. She comes not bearing beer, however, but a hefty brown bottle of spiced apple mead, giving a knock on the door and stepping in with a lift of the brew as if that might protect her from any further host-ish duties. "Hey. Carnivore here, although I'll pretty much eat anything." She toes out of her battered, low-rise rubber stable-boots and is four steps into the room before the mention of slippers makes it to her brain. She stops, pivoting in place to look back and forth between entry and kitchen, "Do you want me to put slippers on?"

The gang from the last time were all here as well as Enzo's plus one. It's hard to say if Enzo Castillo and Trace Accardi were still mortal enemies or not, but out of everyone, it's Trace who Enzo brings to this dinner party now. And the pair seem to be cordial enough.

Enzo's come wearing a red turtleneck sweater with a brown suede jacket and matching slacks, all tailormade to fit his form perfectly, along with a sharp pair of black boots. Looks like some of the guests just brought alcohol, because he brought an expensive bottle of wine with him. "Strange." This is said over to Trace, whom he grins quietly at, "That we'd have a Mutual who can speak to the park through meat." Obviously, he doesn't say that loudly enough to announce to the entire apartment, it's just spoken from one guest to his plus one.

"Hey Drea, that reminds me that I really really need to up my jousting game." That's said with a big of grousing, before he makes introductions, "You all know Trace right? He helps to light up the sky with pretty lights shows and all that." He then looks over to Trace and he trades out his shoes for house slippers, he supposes, "And this is Sir Drea." He's teasing. "One of these days, I'm going to turn in my blazer for a set of armor, you'll see."

For mortal enemies, they don't seem to be sniping at one another as they come through the door at the moment. Trace is in a dark blue cable knit sweater with faded jeans on and some grey suede Oxfords which he sheds at the door, leaving him in a pair of navy blue socks. He glances around and if slippers seem to be the done thing, he steps into a pair of slippers. When in Rome and all. He has a tin tucked under his arm, a plain dark blue tin with a silver top on it. Inside are some fresh baked soft fluffy lemon cookies with a light icing glaze over the top.

He smiles a little crookedly and murmurs to Enzo, "I haven't actually seen him ..." since the dream. He doesn't actually finish that sentence and lets it trail off, voice pitched low. He does lift a hand to wave to everyone in greeting as he makes his way inside though and says. "Hey, thanks for having me. I have cookies." He waits though to be instructed where to put them.

There's a glance over at Enzo as he mentions turning in his blazer for a set of armor. "I could see it."

It was in the oven. Now, Parker’s roasted cauliflower sits under a loose foil tent next to a side of freshly-blitzed pesto. “You can wear them or not,” he says of the slippers, “just no shoes.” He comes out of the kitchen while toweling off his hands, wearing a white knitted sweater and a pair of tan slacks; it’s a brave outfit for someone making dinner.

Quickly, he eyes everyone’s feet to make sure nobody is tracking in dirt, then gestures to the chairs around the dining room table, and finally to the couch. “Have a seat if you want, or something to drink.” As he looks between them, his slight change since their previous meetings becomes apparent: blue eyes have been swapped out for bright, lemony gold.

These eventually fall on Trace. “So, you are real.” He makes a thoughtful noise and nods before disappearing into the kitchen again. Given that it’s partly open to the rest of the apartment, it’s not like he’s gone far.

As more and more of the guests come, Phineas gives them a wave. Having seen them around the park since he's been here a while. But it's likely the first time being this up close and personal with them all in a dinner setting. He was probably working the last time this group, in particular, had come together.

Once Parker ushers everyone to the table and the couch, he waits for them to plate their food and get their drinks before he finds his own seat. A glance over to Parker. He's unsure if his roommate is getting something or doing something else. But they are friends, and he is used to the other man's quirks.

"Thank you all for the drinks. And the cookies." Having seen Trace's offer. When he sees Trace waiting to put cookies down, Phineas will take the tin from him and put it with the drinks. Alcohol and dessert are a good combination. Both can be sweet.

In case those here might not know his name, he offers it. "Phineas. I'm the guide for Twilight Mysteries by the Boo'dwalk." The change in Phineas is he is paler than a human has any right to be, but it's subtle and could mean that he doesn't get outside much.

Drea upnods to Enzo and his plus-one as well, getting the former with, "Polo. And yeah, you do need to up your jousting game if you want that shining armor." There's a crooked-grinned sort of confidence behind the statement, and she sets the mead bottle down on the table, "Cool," she notes to Parker's assurance that she doesn't need to put on borrowed slippers, gesturing down to the bottle, "I figured you'd have a bottle opener, but if you don't, I can do it with a knife."

The yellow eyes on Parker get a blink from Drea, and a confused sort of frown, and then she shrugs it off -- Forget it, Jake, it's Spellbound. "Nice to meet you, Phineas, Trace. And thanks for having us over to your place." She gestures to Enzo at Phineas's introduction of himself, letting the hospitality guy's introduction serve for her. "The Sir's only for formal occasions though."

That's right, Enzo realizes. The two dreamers had yet to meet. Surely, Parker would figure that Trace was an employee at the pa-- At their host's words, Enzo can't help but shoot a glance over Trace's way, before he says with a furrowed brow, "I thought I'd mentioned it before. Then again, I guess I said that I encountered someone who could alter dreams or something at the time." It was a while back! And there was, probably, reason to not mention Trace by name back then...

He tries not to be weirded out by Parker's eyes either, because lots of changes have been happening to people at the park as of late! Nevertheless, Enzo sets his bottle of wine down with the rest of the gifted goods, before he gives Drea this look, because she really did not need to agree with him so readily about needing to up his jousting game. But Trace sounds far more supportive about the endeavor, whether Enzo actually plans on switching jobs or not, so he gets that proud smile from Castillo.

Looking Phineas over, once the Twilight Mysteries are mentioned, he realizes that's where he recognizes him from. "Well, it's nice to meet you proper then, Phineas. I'm Enzo. Pretty sure, you've seen me around." He'll then take a head count and a glance around the room, "Guess we're waiting on Miriam. I could start telling you we found in our last dive and what we're planning to do on the next." He says as he makes his way to one of the couches. "Or we can wait for dinner, but I figure we'd let Parker show us a thing or two about what he can do."

Since he already has socks on, Trace abandons the slippers. He's not tracking any dirt anywhere. When Parker comes out, Trace smiles a little crookedly at the comment. "I am." The only real change since the last time Parker saw him is the tattoo at the back of his neck that is mostly obscured by his collar. Just the top of a tree encircled in an aura and surrounded by stars seems to peak above the edge of his sweater slightly.

A smile is offered to Phineas when he takes the cookies. "Thanks."

Enzo gets a little chuckle, "You mentioned it to me." They'd had the conversation about Parker. He doesn't seem to mind the questioning of his realness. It will soon be confirmed by how much food he's about to eat, given the slight growl from his stomach. There's a little amused grin as he glances between Drea and Enzo, listening to their exchange.

It's one thing to be told something about a person you've met in your dreams and another to finally see them in the waking world. At least, Parker assumes that's what this is; it's still shocking for him to have so many people over. "I've got one." His voice rings out before he reappears with a bottle opener for Drea. Shortly after another dip back in the kitchen, he ferries out the cauliflower.

"Why don't you go first," he tells Enzo. "Anything I might be able to do will be more effective after knowing what you know." He tries for a quick smile, glancing among the group to see what they're doing, whether they're comfortable, and if they're moving to eat right now or not. They are still waiting on Miriam, after all.

Phineas tries to give Parker a reassuring look as he moves to take the apron he wore to do the kitchen prep. The roast is on the counter and already cut for anyone who wants to get into that as he moves to hang the apron. "Glad you all could make it." A smile for all that has come, even if they are waiting on one more.

When Parker tells Enzo to start, his gaze goes over in that direction, and he points out to the plates that are already on the table if anyone wishes to start filling their plates. If not, there are plenty of drinks to get started on. Smiling again when he hears Drea speak about when to use Sir. Nodding in Enzo's direction when that man tells him where Phineas would have seen him. That is correct, even if Phineas kept his head down when he moved around the park. Another nod to Trace shows he heard the thanks.

Drea slouches down onto an arm of the sofa, only to lift her eyebrows at Enzo from under the brim of her cap, then hold out her arm in that exaggerated jousting pose that she's shown him before. It's a silent question of ability... with a solid hint of teasing, based on the quirk of her lips.

She pushes back up to her feet when Parker announces that he's got a bottle opener, taking it and heading over to the bottle of mead to pop it open and lift it around in question to the others, reaching for a glass as she does. Evidently she's happy to pour for anyone who wants some. "I'm curious what came up with the dive -- uh, dives?, but yeah, I haven't heard from Miriam about when she's going to be here tonight." Looking aside, she notes to Trace and Phineas, "She's a knight at the Arena show too."

Enzo takes notice of that jousting pose and he can't help himself but to say, "Oh, it's on! You want me holding my arm out the entire evening? You got it!" Look, he's kind of competitive and he sees things as a challenge... Though he's just standing there in the middle of dinner, most likely, glancing over at the others after he'd already promised to tell the tale of hapless divers who had no business being in Lake Michigan's frigid waters.

He makes his way towards the kitchen when he spots a random bottle of wine or alcohol. Not the one that he brought! "Can I borrow this?" And he'll use this one to hold out at his side and he does this wearing this serious expression of real purpose on his face, when he starts his story, still standing, with his arm extended out to his side, bottle of something or other in hand as he tries his best not to allow his arm to tire.

"So anyway! Several groups, I've learned, went diving into Lake Michigan recently, but I can only talk about what I'd seen. For one, once you get close to the bottom of the lake bed, it gets oddly warmer. I mean, the rest of the water was cold as fuck, don't get me wrong. But all the way down there? Yeah, it wasn't that bad. Secondly, there were some ship wrecks at the coordinates were given by..." And here he turns to Trace now, brows furrowed, remembering that they got exact coordinates from him, "But there were three shipwrecks down there. From what I could tell, they were ships from varying time periods? I guess? One of them was a masted ship, so trying to see if that might be the one from Angelo and some other's shared pirate dream."

Trace just shakes his head a little bit in amusement at Enzo's declaration. "If you do, don't be surprised if we hang things on you like a coat rack."

But then he falls quiet, because it's storytime. He accepts a glass from Drea when she offers to pour some of the mead, silently mouthing a "Yes, please" so as not to interrupt while doing so. Then, he finds himself a seat, apparently fine with waiting for Miriam to arrive, or at least to give her more time before digging into the food.

He does not, at least for the moment, go over and hang anything off of Enzo's arm to make it weigh more. Not yet, anyway. "I got some help from a couple of others and I did some experimentation to find the rough area of magic out in the water. From there, we calculated the epicenter of the effect, which we correlated with the research of all the others who used their.. connection to the magic, whatever you want to call it, to determine that it existed southwest of the edge of Spellbound Island. That's how we extrapolated the coordinates that we used." He then adds, "I stayed in the boat. I didn't dive, though." Which is why he quiets then, after his contribution, to listen to the rest.

Parker glances at the mead and thinks for only a moment before nodding and lifting one of the glasses on the dining room table. "I'll try some." He's never had mead before, and he's curious.

While he waits on that and listens to what Enzo and Trace have to share, he notices Phineas's reassurance and actually cracks a quick smile. Everything's good here; at least, nothing's caught on fire, yet.

"Interesting." He's not from the area, but has a vague notion of there being shipwrecks in the Great Lakes. That there are three so close to the park comes as a surprise. "Any idea what was making the water warm?"

Phineas takes a moment to secure a glass for himself and points his hand in Drea's direction to take some. "Is this something you'd find in a ren faire?" Phineas asks Drea. Like his roommate, he has not had this particular drink and is unsure what to expect, so he's making conversation. Nodding when Drea gives information about who Miriam is. All the names. All the people. Phineas will try to remember them all.

But now Enzo is speaking and making that motion with the arm that Drea showed him. He tries to keep his face straight even if his lips twitch. It is funny to him, but he's trying to be on his best behavior and listen. He wasn't involved in the dive, which is all new information to him. "That is weird. Three shipwrecks from three different time periods? This sounds like a novel waiting to be written."

Giving a small nod at Parker, but otherwise, he's paying attention to their guests.

Drea shakes her head in obvious amusement at Enzo's response to the challenge, "There you go. Keep it level." Heading back toward the couch with three glasses of mead squeezed between her fingers, she points to Trace in agreement at the 'threat,' and then hands off a glass to him and one to Parker, focusing back on the conversation now despite not having gotten herself a plate of food yet. "Ren Faire, old monastery, Scandinavia, most anywhere. One of the oldest drinks around."

She blinks at the mention of the shipwrecks, frowning doubtfully for a moment, "I always heard there were a lot of shipwrecks in the Great Lakes, but I didn't think that was around here." But she shrugs, apparently not much more in the loop than Parker on that. "If it's warm up here, and warmer down there..." she hesitates, "Um... so is the area a circle? And if it is, what if it's not a circle, but a ball, with the center down there?"

He knows that Drea's watching his wine bottle holding outstretched arm, so Enzo's doing his best to keep it as level as he can. Again, just like last time, if he can, he'll keep the muscles in that arm relaxed, for the most part, and only really tensing them up when he feels that the bottle is getting heavier or if his arm is getting tired. He'll do that for a moment, before trying to relax his arm again. This is only the early stages though, so it's fiiiine.

He does give Trace this perturbed look, because that's certainly not helping. "Ha ha." Before he calls out, "And save some mead for me!"

"I have absolutely no idea what was making the water at that level warm, but... remember that pulse that we felt on New Years Eve? I could feel it coming from that cluster of drowned ships. The one with the masts, which might be a pirate ship like in Angelo's dream. We couldn't get any closer, whatever current was flowing wasn't being cooperative. At least not for divers like us."

Now, he can't say too much about the area, but he uses his free hand to pull up his phone... and unfortunately his free hand is not his dominant hand so doing things on it is difficult. "Uh.. I'm sure Trace can show you the location, maybe. If he still has it. Next dive, we're are going to try and reach that masted ship. At least, that's where the center point seems to be and when I say center point, I mean... where the pulse seems to be radiating from? We'll have better equipment, like underwater cameras for ourselves and our friends who can change into sea animals and I just put in an order for an underwater recording device, because a friend of mine thought it might be a good addition. We'll also be playing the mysterious melody underwater." He then looks between the group, "You know the one. Trace and I recorded it and I have speakers that can play underwater, so we'll experiment with that as well."

As he's talking, the strain in his arm doesn't seem to bother him as much. Or maybe his arm isn't as level as he thinks, because he's not thinking about it, but when he does think about it, he makes sure to straighten it out. "Any other questions? Or does anyone have anything else to add?"

Trace takes the glass from Drea with a smile and a quiet, "Thank you." Then he lifts his glass to take a small sip as he watches the others, chuckling a little bit at Enzo's perturbed 'ha ha' and giving him such an innocent smile. Look how innocent. He merely settles nearby in his seat and watches.

"I have the location," he assures Enzo when he goes poking about on his phone. "I also posted the area of magical effect on the employee forum for anyone who wanted to know what it was after we did all the measurements. Fin was a huge help with it. I can send the map and the location to anyone who wants it."

"Thanks." Parker sniffs the mead and takes a small sip before making an appreciative sound. He doesn't go for any food right now, just lets it mellow on the dining table while he offers Enzo his full attention. The information from him and Trace takes a moment to settle in, and it does as a frown etches on the man's face.

With a slow shake of his head, he mutters, "I wonder what's down there." Yet, he doesn't seem surprised so much as perplexed. It would seem the park hasn't spoken to him about such things, at least in a way that he can connect right away.

Phineas helps himself to a glass of mead before settling back in a seat. He stuck his nose in the mead to see if it gave off a certain scent. But he's listening to the group as a whole even if he was not there in what Enzo is talking about. He's heard some of the murmurings people were doing. Anything that happens to the island or its history interests him, so he pays attention.

"There was that big blue ball that went across the sky on New Year's Eve so maybe that is why the water was warm? The ball might have landed there? But what was that blue made out of? Fire? Gas?" He doesn't have the answers; he's just thinking aloud so others can hear him. Only then does he realize Enzo is speaking on Phineas' random thoughts.

Phineas drinks and smacks his lips as if that helps him taste the mead better.

Drea sips slowly at her mead as she listens, but after a moment, she moves back over to the plates, starting to dish up food for herself. "The song, right. Makes sense. All the weird stuff together in one place." She pauses partway through getting a plate together, "Unless there's two things at work and they hate each other." She lifts her brows in question, and then chuckles to herself, shaking her head. "There are probably people who can control water currents too, aren't there? There are people who can do fire and air, right?"

She nods at Trace, "I saw that post." Coming back to the arm of the couch, she taps the bottom of the bottle with the butt of her fork, ensuring that Enzo is keeping it high and level. Turning away, the others get a wink at the light hazing. "If it's related to the other dreams like the sailing ship is to that first one," she responds to Parker, "then it would be stone tunnels and some technomagic machine. Buuuuut... that seems a little out there to me. Of course, so does all the stuff we can do." She shrugs and picks up her glass of mead again, noting to Phineas, "I thought about just bringing basic mead, but the weather still reminds me of fall, so I went spiced apple."

Enzo is relieved when Trace mentions the post he'd made and even pulls out his own phone to show anyone interested the location. To Phineas' question, all that he then says is, "Magic?" He then shrugs his shoulders, which sort of helps his outstretched arm a little by giving it enough movement to make the simple act of holding one's arm out for so long more bearable and help to alleviate the strain, if briefly.

Though, his eyes trail behind Drea when she passes by and he feels the nudge to the lower side of the bottle when she corrects the height that it should be held at and that's when his lips purse just a bit, but he holds back any comments!

When Drea mentions those who can control currents, he nods slowly, "Ahh, right. So I'm told and we'll try and see if their abilities will help us. /Right now/," And here he adds emphasis, "Where the masted ship is located, that's where that weird ripple of... something is coming from. So we'll either find something on the ship or under that particular ship. But, yes. I expect there to be a lab somewhere. Or the tunnels and that boat and the ferry man? How do we get there though?" He shrugs.

To Parker, he then states, "Well, maybe it's time that you ask the park some questions? I mean..." His brow then furrows, "If this is how your magic works?"

Trace glances over toward Phineas and says, "Magic," pretty much at the same time that Enzo does. He lifts his glass of mead and takes a small sip from it as well. "I like the spiced apple," he tells Drea, apparently appreciating the choice. But when she goes to start getting some food, he decides to do the same, getting up and beginning the process before bringing it back to the table. He doesn't have any answer to Enzo's questions, unfortunately, so he just settles for getting some food together and then glancing over toward Parker when Enzo asks him to ask questions of the park.

Spiced mead might be Parker’s new thing; it puts a little smile on his face. He does wonder if there’s a haute version of it, but will keep that line of research for his personal time.

It’s easy enough to focus on the present, and he leans over to look at Trace's phone briefly and share a look with Drea. He doesn’t think the tunnels are connected to those ships, either. “It’s so deep. And won’t you need special equipment to dig?” Unless there’s a cave or something. Honestly, he doesn’t know nearly enough to have an informed opinion (though that’s never stopped him before).

“Alright, give me a moment, Enzo.” He frowns and thinks, not wanting to admit how limited his active powers are. Still, he’s had several visions about the tunnels already, so maybe there’s something to here. Snapping his fingers, he starts to clear the place settings away from one end of the table.

A grin lifts in Phineas features when Drea speaks about all the stuff we can do. He is in full agreement with that statement. Lifting his glass in Drea's direction. "This is really good. Thanks."

Nodding when both Enzo and Trace answer his question with the word magic that word he can accept.

He puts his glass down when Parker looks to be clearing half the table, and he moves to do the job entirely so Parker can focus on his magic. "Here I got it. You focus." He encourages his friend as he smiles at him. Anyone needing a place setting can find them on the kitchen counter.

Drea salutes Trace and Phineas with her glass when they compliment the mead, taking a sip and then looking to Enzo, "I don't know, Polo, you might have to choose between showing off and having some mead left when you're done playing lancer." She sets her own glass down and balances her plate on her lap with one hand so that she can start eating.

As she does, she looks between the men with their nice clothing, glancing down at her own jeans, hoodie, and jean jacket with a bit of a smirk. Setting down her fork, she adds, "If you're going to dig underwater, you might want people who can move air, water, and earth around, if we can find them. So you don't need some giant tunneling machine or something." She takes another bite, then notes, "Kind of a pain in the ass if we have to go diving down to get to whatever tunnels these are. Anyone thought of checking to see if there are some under one of the islands? Maybe that connect up to our tunnels or almost do?"

"Someone just needs to get me a glass." Enzo says in responds to Drea's good advice, or teasing, whichever it was meant to be! He'll hold that bottle outstretched for a while longer, no matter the strain and discomfort his arm and shoulder might be experiencing now.

"Air movers? Is that a thing? Earth as well?" Look, he only know, or heard about possible water movers. If he'd been in the presence of heard of any of the others, he'd forgotten! "Either way... noted." Though he does have to murmur, mostly to himself, "This is becoming a far bigger operation than I'd like."

"As for the tunnels. I'll go over my maps again. Uh... See if I can get my hands on a maintenance map." He then adds, "As someone whose been in an air duct before, there are strange corridors that I have no idea where they lead to. Not that the duct, itself, is meant for people to climb through."

"And yet," Trace says when Enzo mentions the air duct not being meant for people to climb through. He finally takes pity on Enzo and his bottle-holding arm and gets up to pour him a glass of the mead, which he brings over and offers toward his free hand. There's a faintly amused smile on his lips, but he says nothing about it. just offers the glass. It's only after Enzo has his drink that he asks, "Would you like me to make you a plate, too?" Seeing as now he has both hands full.

He watches as a place setting is cleared away at the end of the table, curious as to what Parker is going to do, exactly. He then returns toward the table and the food, grabbing a bite from his plate as he listens to the others talking around him. If Enzo seems interested, he'll put together a plate for him from what he wants.

Parker glances up at Phineas, fingers curled around the edge of a plate, and pauses a moment before giving it up with a nod. “Thank you.” He then pulls out a chair and takes a seat.

“The tunnels looked old. It’s possible they won’t show up on a maintenance map, though one could still be useful,” he tells Enzo. “If anyone wants, I could dig through safety reports, maybe back when the park was being built.” What they could offer, he isn’t sure, but it’s an idea. “Or recent incidents suggesting air, earth, and water magic.” To Drea’s point, they’ll need magic or machine power to go digging at the bottom of the lake.

He waits for a moment in case Trace wants to put a plate together for Enzo. Then, he grabs the saltshaker from the middle of the table, works it open, and pours its contents out in front of him. Closing his eyes, he tries to picture the tunnels from his vision as he spreads the salt out in front of him, giving him a canvas to draw or write through with his finger.

“Alright then. Where are these old tunnels we’re looking for, hm? I know you know.” He falls silent then, focusing on taking slow and steady breaths.

All focus on their guests is now lost on Phineas. There are reasons why Parker had asked Phineas to be his roommate. He's not going to share what those reasons are. But he will put that setting away and smile at Parker.

When Parker moves to take a seat, Phineas lingers close by in his own seat in case he's needed. He only controls shadows, so he can't be of any help in the talk of air, earth, and water magic. His hands fold as he studies Parker to ensure all is well, and then his glance goes to those who have come together for this meeting and meal.

"Look..." Enzo says as he lets out a heavy sigh, "Sometimes you just do what you need to do to get out of certain... circumstances. Do I have regrets?" He can't help but glance over to Trace now as he pours him that glass of mead, "Somewhat..." Though he'll offer a small smile to his mead bringer, "Thanks." And then he'll take a sip, because unlike everyone else, he's been exerting much of his energy just trying to show off right with this bottle still held in his other strained arm.

Also, poor Enzo looks very much interested in a plate of food, please. Thanks Trace. Though he might not come out and say it. Instead, he watches Parker curiously when he shakes some salt out of its shaker.

Drea shrugs broadly at Enzo's question about air and earth movers, "Stands to reason, right? All the elemental magic users?" She swaps out between eating food and taking sips of her mead as she listens, gesturing her agreement to Parker's mention of digging up safety reports. "Yeah, I wasn't thinking the tunnels would be on the plans, but any odd spots that tunnels we do have go around things that aren't on the map, any signs that maybe they dug into something and then closed it up."

The spill of salt causes her to blink in surprise, and she frowns slightly, "Some of that better be going over your left shoulder when we're done here."

They can all throw salt over their shoulders once this meeting is done. The luck couldn’t hurt, unless the whole venture just got cursed.

Parker’s golden eyes flash before he presses his index finger into the salt. He starts to trace the outline of the clocktower, unaware of what he’s creating until it’s finished, yet thankful for its relatively simple geometry. “A clock tower.” He sighs and brushes the salt left on his finger. “The tunnels are here.”

He looks up and around at the group. “Alright, here’s the deal. I can only get answers when I ask about things I’ve seen, places I’ve been. So, what else do you want to know?” He braces himself for more questions.

Trace doesn't need Enzo to come out and say it to know that he wants that plate of food. He moves over and picks up a plate for him and begins putting some things on it, a bit of all the things he's certain he's seen Enzo eat or has mentioned liking. If he wants something else, he can get it when he's done showing off his lance arm. He goes about loading the plate while he watches Parker work with the salt, keeping quiet and out of the way so as not to disturb him. He's watched this before, though with a different milieu.

When he returns to Enzo with the plate he sets it down nearby with a fork and a napkin tucked under one side. He'll have to trade off his glass for the fork if he wants to eat. Then Trace settles back into his seat and studies the clock tower that Parker has drawn. "So they're at a clock tower?" he asks. "Do we even have a clock tower like that?" Then he asks Parker, "How were you able to get that if you've never been to the tunnels? Or is it because you've seen the tunnels before?" He has questions, though they seem more about Parker than they do about the clocktower or the tunnels.

"I... I don't know." Enzo murmurs when Drea brings up the elements, before he shoots a look over to Trace as if asking the other if he knows! He then sighs, "I can't say I have an extensive list of what people can do... though I should." That last part is muttered out. He then openly asks, "So did these people not know about any of this before purchasing this place? Obviously, they must have known something? Right? This whole whimsical, 'magical' world would be a cover up for the real magic found here. So no one asks questions, because this place is already it's own uh.. magical kingdom."

As they all hover around the salt image, Enzo just blinks at what he thinks he sees. Then Trace and Parker confirm it. "A clock tower. Or something like one? Though... that one kinda looks like... Big Ben." Okay, he feels dumb when he brings it up and that makes his right arm hurt all the more now, of possible embarrassment.

Okay, he might have to put the bottle down... at some point. But Parker has him thinking about things to ask the, uh, park, so that distracts him enough. "I can't say that I've seen much, except for the sunken ships in the lake." He then sighs again as he tries to figure out the best way to word this, "We know there's something there. It's pulsating from it." He sighs again, and ponders more, "Is what we seek coming from.... she ships or underneath the ships." His brow furrows and he starts again, "Is the pulsating coming from the masted ship... no.... What will we find when we investigate the ships?" Though the more he thinks on this, his bottle holding hand wavers some.

Phineas only had taken sips of the mead and has not made a plate yet. He's too invested in what is happening here to pay attention to things like food. This is fascinating to him, even if he's leaning into quiet. A small laugh at Drea's comment about the salt that Parker spilled. He leans a little into the salt drawing to get a better look as he listens to how that is a clock tower and the tunnels are there.

"I wonder if the ghosts around here would have anything to say or at least any spirits about the clock tower." He says out loud. "Things have been weird since New Year's Day, after all." He looks at Parker, "Do you know if that would be the case, and would that be helpful if I tried to talk to them?"

Drea pushes up from her seat on the arm of the couch to look at the salt-drawing as well, her plate balanced in her left hand as she frowns down at it, "I don't remember any clock town. It's not like I've explored the islands a whole lot yet, but I don't remember a clock tower. Maybe there was a clock tower before all this? Or maybe there's a clock tower in one of the towns on the mainland?"

She glances over to Enzo's wavering arm, rolling her lips inward to hide a smile, but that smothered expression fades away as she looks back down to the outline of the clock tower. She blinks over at Phineas, "Wait, there's ghosts? And people talk to them? Did I know that already?" She retreats again, gathering up her glass to take a bigger slug of mead, "Now do I have to worry about ghosts hanging around where I can't see them? And, uh, it can't hurt to ask them. Unless it can."

Parker looks as confused as the rest of them. As far as he's aware, there's no clock tower on these islands, but that doesn't mean there's never been one. After thanking Enzo for likening his image to Big Ben (that's a lot of detail for salt art) he looks to Drea. "Maybe some can look for old photos or newspapers or something like that." What is the history of this place? "Maybe that's what the ghosts would be good for. Stories about the past." He gives Phones a wide-eyed look, wondering what he thinks about that.

And then he turns to Trace. "Maybe it's because I had a couple strong visions about them. It was almost like I was there. They were like dreams, but very real." Maybe that's something he can understand.

Turning back to the salt, he closes his eyes again. "What will we find in those ships, Park?" He hisses and shakes his head, knowing that won't work the moment he speaks. "I've never seen those ships," he tells Enzo almost apologetically. "I don't think I can get anything right now."

Trace shrugs his shoulders to Enzo regarding the elements. "It's a pretty safe assumption that there are folks who can manipulate other things than water. I've heard of those who can manipulate electricity." He's probably encountered others but if he remembers them specifically, they're not coming to mind at the moment. He is capable of multitasking though, so he's taking a bite here and there while he watches the others.

"The tunnels, when we were in them, don't look like anything I've ever seen on the island. The construction was old, very old, stone with moss growing inside, and there were a lot of tunnels, a complex system. And the guy who was calling to us, he had a British accent. If that's Big Ben, which, tall skinny clock tower with a pointed top, could be.. " he trails off. "But all we did in the tunnels was escape. We were trying to get whatever we were supposed to have away from there. So I'm not sure the tunnels are all that important. We got on a boat and let them behind, after all."

"That's it." Enzo finally says after Trace makes his own statement and that's when his tired and aching arm finally lowers without him realizing it, because he likes to gesture, so that bottle is tucked under his drinking arm as he snaps the fingers on his one time lancing arm, "That's it. Well... Ask...It where the lab is." That's when he realizes his error and all he can mutter is, "Damnit..." before wandering kitchen-ward to set the wine bottle down proper somewhere. "I mean, unless the lab was also in England or wherever. Why were they escaping though? And from who? And to where? Here?"

"So many questions." That part is said with a more humorous tone as he wanders back to settle down somewhere on the couch, probably near Trace after taking up his plate and stuff. If his arm was sore, HE'S NOT SAYING ANYTHING ABOUT IT.

Phineas looks back at Parker, and a smile flicker is seen. "I do like stories, yes." Even if it's a dead-end thing, Phineas is willing to be a team player in whatever is needed and whatever he can help. He's paying attention to Parker as he says those last words out loud.

Brows raise as his attention falls on Trace and what he is sharing. placing his chin with a hand. He loves information, and it shows. Nodding in Trace's direction to confirm he's hearing the other man's words.

A thumbs up for Enzo when he gives a specific directive in what Parker could ask It in specific.

Drea goes silent as Parker tries to ask the park for more information via salt, setting down her mead to have some more of her food, polishing off the last of it as she looks around to the others in turn. She watches the wine bottle be lowered, smirking just a little but not calling it out as she points to Enzo and notes to Trace, "It just sounded like maybe the tunnels were connected to the lab to me. I don't know. I was only in one of the dreams and I've heard one vision second-hand."

She shakes her head with a wan little smile on her lips, "I also can't really do any of the visions-talking-to-the-park-dreaming stuff. I'm just here to listen to what's going on and try to make heads or tails of it. By the way, Polo, it's okay that your arm hurts. Everyone's hurts after holding it out that long."

Trace reaches over when Enzo settles next to him and lightly rubs at his shoulder, kneading the muscle with his fingertips absently as he takes another sip from his mead and listens to those around him. When Drea mentions that she's been in one of the dreams he asks, "Oh! Which dream were you in? What did you see?" He then goes fishing for his phone again to find another picture. "Were you on the ship or in the lab? Because a group of us with dream abilities went in and we ended up on the ship. And we saw what I'm told is the device, though slightly different, than what was in the lab. It was on the ship. Located up at the bow. We made a drawing of it after we woke up based on what all of us remembered and I have a picture of it."

He pulls the picture up on his phone and he holds that out for Drea, and whoever else might want to look at it. It's done in a sketch with some color added in colored pencil. There's a large blue lowing orb at the center with bronze tubing all around it, a housing with runes etched into it, and then smaller pipes coming off of it. It lets out little puffs of steam and in the pipes there are glass windows here and there that allow a view of blue energy traveling within. The entire thing looks to be about the size of a basketball surrounded by a metal cage.

It never occurred to Parker that the tunnels may be overseas (or have been overseas, as the timeline is fuzzy). Frankly, he’s had his head buried in the park and their magic bubble all this time, or at least now it feels that way. “That would really open things up.” He glances down at his drawing, the runs his hands through the salt to erase it.

After a quick, centering breath, he looks up at Phineas and nods. “Okay, let me have a peek of that.” When Drea is done, he’ll lean over to look at the drawing Trace is showing around. “Oh yes, that looks familiar enough. It’s not an exact match, but I think it’s what I saw in the Target vision.”

He clears his throat and stretches out his fingers, opening and closing each hand three times. “Is this machine, this lab it’s in, connected to these tunnels? You showed it to me, park. Why? Where is it?” If that’s even the question they should be asking.

Poor Enzo's shoulder really needs that gentle rubbing right now. He put up a good fight for a decent amount of time and the muscles in his arm were burning like hellfire right now. They were tired and strained and for a time, he doesn't realize it, but he's leaning against Trace for that moment, just melting against the needed massage. And then Drea ruins that moment, forcing Enzo to sit upright, as he shoots over this offended look in the Knight's direction, lips pursed, a heavy breath of air exhaling from his nostrils. No... no... he's not going to say a thing.

Instead, he shoves some food into his mouth and chews, but then Trace pulls up something cool and he leans over to take a look. "So that's the thing the guy in the boat expected us to be carrying? That's... not what I had pictured in my mind." Though when Parker says that it looks familiar, Enzo's brow arches, "Oh, so you've seen this? I mean.. this thing? Not the runes."

Now that Parker is inquiring about the location of the lab, it's waiting time again.

Phineas sees that nod from Parker, and he takes it to mean that things are moving along. Another reassuring look aimed at Parker as he took in that centering breath. That is when Phineas finally takes a moment to fill his plate with food before sitting again. His honey mead was still at the table while he did that. Listening as the others speak up. He does lean to look at what Trace is showing.

"I haven't been involved in any of these dreams. This is all new to me." Phineas admits to the group. Nodding a bit at what Drea is saying about trying to listen and make heads and tails of it. This is where Phineas stands. His brow creeps up when he notices that blue energy that both Enzo and Trace had said is magic. That answered one of the thoughts he had spoken out earlier.

Trace lets his hand drop from Enzo's shoulder when he straightens up and after he passes over the phone for whoever wants to see what's on it, he goes back to picking from his own plate, gradually making his way through the food as the others talk. He offers Phineas a smile and says, "It's a lot. The dreams. The visions. People have seen a lot of things and it's been a bit of a challenge figuring out how they all fit together."

Parker nods quickly at Enzo. "Sort of. It could be the same machine, but this one looks a little more complicated." Shrugging, he can't say for sure. There's very little he can say for sure.

So, he asks questions, unable to help himself from rambling and stringing a few together at once, but something sticks and his eyes flash like the last time. He's quiet as he scrawls a less-complex image this time, but one that's also easy to recognize. More or less. Probably.

"It's water." He gestures to three wavy lines worn into a thin bed of salt. It could be other things, lots if you're creative, but he seems pretty sure of that.

Drea takes a sip of mead before answering the question about what dream she was in, finishing off the small glass she poured earlier. A grimace twists up her lips, but the flood of follow-on information forestalls any immediate answer. She gets up to lean over the sketch on Trace's phone, considering it for a moment before nodding a little hesitantly, "Something like that? Yeah, I was in the dream with us trying to power something on, and I think it looked sort of like that." She shrugs a little uncomfortably, "I was kind of busy fighting against guys with giant wrench-clubs and others that could shoot lightning."

And before she can settle in to brood on exactly what she was doing to those guys with the wrench-clubs and the lightning, she gives a little shrug and then turns about to deliver her empty plate to the kitchen and get herself something else to drink.

Enzo rotates his right shoulder a few times to help the muscles there and in his arm to further relax, but he's holding a fork in that hand right now, so he doesn't over do it. He does have a lot of catching up to do in the eating and drinking department, but once Parker asks his question and shakes that salt, he can't help but rise to stand and hover over the salty image.

Water.

"It's a good thing we're going in for that second dive then." He says with a laugh, though even he knows that Lake Michigan and, well, the entire world is a vastness of water. Not just the area that they are planning to look at again. For now, he stands at eats, even when he asks his next question, "So... these visions and dreams? Are they from the... past? Because this technology and the biomechanical creatures. That's more science fiction if you ask me."

Trace leans over to show Drea the image on the phone. He nods a little when she says it looked similar but she was busy fighting. Once everyone's had a chance to see, he tucks his phone away again for the time being so that he can finish off what's on his plate. Then, he too brings it into the kitchen to set with Drea's and trades his empty glass of mead for a full glass of water before he returns, looking at the waves drawn in the salt.

"The dream that I went into with the other folks who can control dreams was in the past. The great Chicago fire was burning behind us when we got on the ship. That would have been in 1871. And if the ship was leaving Chicago and heading this way, then that would probably be the ship that's on the bottom with the three masts that you saw when you dove."

Phineas had been eating when Trace speaks in his direction and puts his fork down so he could pay attention to what it is that Trace is telling him. "Hopefully, us being here together...." Giving the nod to Parker, he said, "And with his skills, we will be able to fit the puzzle of all of this a bit better."

Looking back at the salt drawing that Parker has done, and nods when Parker speaks about it being water. "Shipwrecks... water..." Talking out loud. Don't mind him as he processes the information given.

"Or is it two different timelines?" Piggybacking what it is that Enzo asks. He quiets when Trace tells more of his dream and that timeline. Nodding a bit. "So maybe something in that history we are suppose to find?"

Drea comes back into the main area with a little frown gathered between her brows, "Water's a good thing, I guess. If there was a clock tower like that here before the park, that would make things a lot easier, but if not, maybe it's somewhere on the shore nearby and we can check the water near there. Or..." she shrugs broadly, then takes a sip of the wine she's apparently following mead with.

"I don't know. Multiple timelines are way beyond me. I guess the dream I was in was maybe steampunk? You could write a real good modern fantasy story about this, but I don't know how it would all work in real life." Says the person who can regenerate. "But, um... Chicago fire? That's a long ways away -- and a lake away -- I wonder if we need to take a field trip there looking for clock towers. Or, you know, Google Earth."

Right, there was mead and by now Enzo is ready to drain his whole glass of the thing, as they all tried to figure out what exactly was going on here. This is when Trace brings up another dream adventure, this time involving the Chicago fire. Well, it might be the same one that he was speaking of the last time, but.. The great Chicago fire? Specifically? "So... it wasn't exactly a pirate ship then? Or was it?" He then tries to consider if there were pirate ships like the ones that they all know and love back in 1871.

"Okay... so if that particular ship departed from Chicago in 1871... and from what I remembered, it may have been the oldest ship of the ones that I'd seen, personally. But that was the location of the device... and the tunnels, supposedly, maybe, are back in England. But when? And Did any ships in the shipwreck come depart from there?"

He then sets down both his plate and his glass to dig out his phone and starts scrolling through his notes, "Here. Landrydale. The name of the guy who was supposed to have brought the device to the old man in the boat." He'd mentioned this to the smaller group earlier.

"Any ship that a pirate takes becomes a pirate ship," Trace observes, "But no. It was a three masted cargo ship that was leaving port from Chicago when we got there and we snuck on board. Sort of. There wasn't a lot of sneaking." He kind of self-corrects halfway through that statement.

"I think that's the research that we need to finish," Trace tells Enzo. "Figuring out what ship that wreck actually is, and then maybe we can figure out its history and more about what was supposed to be on it. When we got on it, we found the device at the bow of the ship in the hold." He then glances over toward Enzo as he brings up the name Landrydale, nodding. "In the tunnel dream, the old guy said that perhaps Landrydale had it."

Phineas goes back to eating. He's going to try this multi-tasking thing. If he fails well, he will be a slow eater as the conversation around him is very interesting. Nodding in Drea's direction to show he's listening to what the woman is saying. It all does sound very confusing as Enzo brings in more information, and he's quickly drinking his mead as if that will make him think better.

"Where do we research at though? I mean, we have our own library here." He pulls out his phone to show that is what it means. "Or is this something we would have to go to the mainland for?"

Parker brings his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose and gives it a little pinch. He's not laid out from asking questions in the way he is when he receives a vision, but it's still a new thing for him and he needs a moment. Besides, he's done his part for now; let the others theorize.

Reaching for his glass, he tugs it closer and drinks some more mead. Pirates, Chicago fires, lake diving, Landrydale. He wasn't expecting anything like this before the gathering, but at least things seem...more focused? Maybe. "The Internet is probable a start, right? If there a holes in the story, then..." He shrugs, but there are probably experts out there who know something useful to them.

"When is the next dive? Do you all know how to scuba?" He narrows his eyes at the group, then reaches out for a plate so he can eat make himself something to eat.

Drea shakes her head slowly, "Chicago Fire, England... this suddenly feels really big, as if you know, real magic wasn't really big already." Trace's observation triggers a soft laugh from her, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure the definition of a pirate ship is any ship with pirates on it." But then she stops to think, "If a group was trying to run away from Chicago and boarded the ship and left, couldn't that make them the pirates?"

"I... don't think there were any names in the dream I was in." And then she stops and brightens, "Oh, but there was an old guy! He got taken away by the guards right when we showed up." Parker's response to Phineas's question causes her to point at the former, "Yup, the Internet. And I'm from Kansas, you're lucky I can swim. No way I can scuba."

Enzo is relieved that Trace also remembers the name mentioned and that what he'd written down once he'd awoken wasn't the wrong name. "I think once we get a better idea of those other ships down there, we might be able to figure more of the story out as well?" He then shrugs, "Like where did they all come from? And why?"

"That is, if that masted ship is the one from the Chicago fire times."

Right now, he's more than happy to just kick back and relax and drink some mead as his arm continues its recovery. "I was on the first dive, but... I'm a recreational diver, more or less. Nothing overly professional. With some help that was mentioned, like... water... bending." There's a furrow of his brow when he says this, "Then we might have an easier time boarding those ships and getting a much closer look. Either way, I've got some recording equipment coming in so those on the boats can observe what we see underwater. And that we have video footage in case we need to review some things."

Trace nods to Phineas and Parker, "Online, mainland library maybe, possibly other sources.. depending on what we find." Though when Parker asks if they all know how to SCUBA dive he shakes his head. "I won't be going in the water. I didn't last time. I stayed on the boat and relayed some information back and forth from there. I'll probably do the same next time, too."

Then he grins over at Drea and nods. "I suppose they could be. We didn't really spend much time with the crew in the dream that we recently did. We were focused on getting down into the ship and figuring out what was in there and where."

With his meal done, he settles back next to Enzo and gently rubs his neck and shoulder while he listens to the others. "Being able to see what's going on is good. I can occasionally do that with Telepathy but.. how good my connection is seems to be about as flaky as wifi. Sometimes it's clear and sometimes.. not so much."

Phineas gets up from where he was sitting since he finally finished his meal. He goes to the sink to rinse off his plate before he lets it settle in the sink. He may be quiet for the moment, but it doesn't mean he's not paying attention. He dried his hands off on a kitchen towel before he came back to the group in general.

"I wasn't there last time at the dive. I think I am better on land." He knows how to swim, but no, he has not done the scuba thing. He grinned when he heard Drea's comment about Kansas.

"These dreams sound wicked. I hope someone is writing these down to look back upon. Because sometimes memory is a sketchy thing." He gave an up nod to Enzo since he remembered that old man's name. "Enzo, when you woke up, you took notes?" He does not remember if Enzo mentioned that. Hence the ask. He picks up his mead glass and realizes he was done with that too and puts it down."If I may be so bold, it sounds like you all have a plan in the works. Research, dive again, and hope that the pieces fit in a bit better. Am I missing something?" He runs a hand through his hair. "Chicago and England is the oddness of this in my opinion. That is why I was wondering if there had been two different timelines."

Parker tilts his head at Drea, the glimmer of a smirk at the edge of his mouth. Trace, too, gets a nod. "I never had the chance, as much as I've wanted." One more for the uncertified group.

He starts to gather some food neatly on his plate, feeling his stomach grumble with hunger. Shame about the salt, but there's nothing to be done about that now, except to clean it up. "I agree with Phin. Seems like there's a plan in place, and plenty of angles for research. How do we want to divvy things up?"

Drea brightens slowly as Trace starts to list out options, "So, when you see these things, Parker, do you see them detailed and then sketch them out? You could try to use AI to make the tower you saw and then image search. Or, you know, describe it to one of the sketch artists who work at the park, upload it, and image search. See if it's a real tower somewhere nearby." She points over to Phineas, "Because if this is Chicago and England, this feels way too big, but if it's not actually England, if it's all in the MidWest, that sounds like something that we could do with a road trip."

For now Trace is quiet, having offered up what he knows and his thoughts. He just listens as the others talk and occasionally sips his glass of water. For now, he seems to just be enjoying the company and listening to the thoughts that the others have to present.

At Phineas' question, Enzo nods slowly in the other man's direction, "Yah? You also gotta remember, these dreams aren't like normal dreams. They feel a lot different. You actually have full control over what you're doing, what you're hearing and saying. Anything you read too, unlike in real dreaming. So there seems to be more clarity about what you'd just gone through when waking up than with regular dreams."

Trace is working wonders back there, with that neck and shoulder rub, that Enzo forgets where they are at times, but when he does remember, there's a half-turn in Accardi's direction, but he doesn't so much as say anything. Enzo then also decides to bring up, "The old man in the boat said that I looked familiar. I don't know why, because it's the first we'd met in that dream so..." And here, he shrugs.

"Some of us are doing research on possible wrecked ships in Lake Michigan, but with this new information of where one ship, or more, may have come from, we have a better idea on where to start looking." Though, there's a glance towards Drea now, "England's just a plane ride away." Says mister moneybags...

There's a small smile when Parker says he agrees with Phineas. "I do like the idea of a road trip." Supporting Drea's comment. "Oh nice to know!" This is said towards Enzo as Phineas has not experienced dreams. Yet. He will have to keep this in mind. He's likely due for a dream. Maybe. A brow raised when Enzo says how England is just a plane ride away. Yeah, he won't be able to afford that plane ride.

Parker sighs, less out of exasperation than not having a better answer for Drea. "To be honest, this is only the second time I've successfully done this, and once was in a dream." He glances to Trace when he says this. "This time, when I was drawing, it's like that was the answer. But...I don't know. I could talk to someone."

When he gets food on his plate, he walks it over to the coffee table to eat; the dining table was for magic today, so he wants to steer clear for a moment to enjoy his food. "It's true. I wouldn't mind a trip to London." He cuts into his cauliflower and eats a big bite.

Drea looks between Enzo and Parker at their suggestion that England is just a plane ride away, and she shakes her head ruefully, putting up a facade of humor, "Do you know how much it costs to feed a horse? To buy armor?" Okay, so some of that isn't entirely a problem anymore, since her armor isn't getting beat to crap much anymore, but she still stands by the point, tugging at the frayed hem of her jean jacket and shaking her head. "Yeah, maybe talking to a sketch artist would be good before we start talking about tickets to Europe."

She gestures over to Phineas, "A bus ride, or even borrowing a car to go down to Chicago sounds a lot more doable." There's a moment of hesitation, "So, uh, what should I do? The only research I've done is studying fechtbucher -- uh, fighting manuals. And I can't sketch or scuba. I mean, I'm kind of okay just hanging around and giving ideas until something or someone is coming after us and I'm useful, but I'd like to help."

Trace glances over to Enzo when he mentions a plane trip to London and says, "Maybe we can let those who can fly to London fly there and do that part of the research if it comes down to it, but there's probably a lot we can do online before running off anywhere in person. That way we can narrow down our uh, area of search. Kind of like we did with finding the center of the magic."

He looks over toward Drea and Phineas and says, "If you guys want to look into Chicago, that might be good once we find more information on the ship and find out when it was in Chicago. Then we'll have a better idea where and who we might need to look for there." Then he looks over to Enzo and Parker, "And you guys can work on figuring out where Parker's visions are leading and if that is London, then maybe you can do the legwork in London.. if it comes down to it."

"And I'll just help coordinate things and help out wherever I can between you guys," he suggests.