2025-02-18 - Archaeology and Magical Lagomorphs (pt.1)

The weekend has been a whirlwind of business. What was an auction date last Thursday became a bid for dinner and sticker hunting on the mainland in wine country- a trip well worth a 2 hour ferry ride. Not only did Angelo prove he own a shirt but that he can also clean up well when motivated. Today is about relaxing and socializing rabbits in case they get along- the dress code being comfortable and lounge/snacks compatible.

Raiders of the Lost Ark is pulled up already waiting for play to be pushed. The big square ottoman has a charcuterie board on it holds no interest for the white fluffy cat lounging in one of the chairs, and remains out of reach of the rabbit. Answering the door he says "Yoooou are just in time for an epic adventure involving cheese and like 0 responsibility." He's so pleased to be the bearer of good news for her.

Aisley had gotten a great weekend. One she had gone from 0-60 in one text day, when she found out that Angelo had bought her from auction and then asked her out for Valentines day. Not only had the guitar playing and chill night by the bonfire been a fun night, but then he'd wined and dined her, with stickers, and she'd gotten to wear a dress. A 'red' dress that had been made for a night out like he had given her.

Further still, she'd been surprised that he wasn't tired of her yet and wanted to chill and hang out so soon afterward. Not that she was complaining... Aisley showed up on time, but this time, not in a little red dress, instead she was in a white t-shirt and black lounge pants that hugged her hips, her hair was up and pieces were falling out of it messily, even if it still managed to look cute like that.

"That sounds like an epic night!" Aisley admits with a smile and sigh. A snugglebun was doing what it does, or at least hers does, it was snuggled up against her neck and her hand was up supporting to keep it safely there. "I brought some taffy for the kiddos." and in this case, as she walks into the apartment, "I mean the buns." A plastic bag was hoisted up and shown with a variety of colored flavors.

The snugglebun in the apartment wiggles his little nose and chirps a trill and sings its little 5-note tune at the newcomer pulling up both ears little stubby satellite dishes hopeful!

Oblivious to this in his own U of M dark navy joggers and white tee he brightens a grin, "Epic night with cheese and I figure we can order up some Thai or something if we want or order whatever from...wherever." They'll make it arrive all the same really. "I'm getting used to this still." His hand waves, "They're kiddos." he offers a hug though might be dodging a pink furry missile any moment depending on how rabbit greetings go. "I'm glad you got the day off. It's good to see you."

As soon as her own little snugglebun hears that chirp, Aisley Dreamling lifts up its own long pointed white early and the white fluffy thing starts looking around at the sound trying to determine were the other snugglebun was located. Dreamling was very excited and was crawling and pushing back away from Aisley like it never had before and it soon jumps onto the floor in search for the other bun, the 5-note tune was returned in a calling.

This makes it much easier to lean into the hug that Angelo offers her, her arms wrapping around him and letting her cheek rest against his upper chest from the height difference. "Me too," she offers at the day off bit, "and now that we are approaching spring I'm starting to come up with new ideas for the season change." Stepping back from the hug, "A night with movies, cheese, and now Thai? Ahhh it's as if you read my mind!"

Having grown up with 2 siblings Angelo has gotten good at detecting when is a good time to side step, and a moment later he's glad he did not interrupt that rabbit rush. He watches this go by impressed, "Damn I almost got bodied by a bunny." Unlike Virgil the cat he does not watch this with suspicion but some relief for them and promises Aisley, "We'll just turn the movie up I'm sure it'll be fiiiine. Aww they're so happy."

There's a snug before he lets go of the hug; fingers comb back through his hair gesturing around. "Welcome to Casa Kerekes; home to early mornings and weird martinis." He lets her get in and wander around though the room has a copper accent wall and some of the gold stars added to the ceiling i some pattern.

"You are welcome to whatever in the fridge." Stepping over the rabbit he finds the ottoman and snags a piece of Havarti. "You name yours yet? The rabbit that is."

Aisley watches at Dreamling runs off to find the other bun and the sound they are both making, it was that sound that she'd come to know and had kept her awake on more than one occasion. Taking the opportunity to turn her eyes around to the uniquely decorated apartment, "I don't think I've seen an apartment like this before," walking up to the copper wall and reaches out to touch it, and lifting her head up and back to see the stars on the ceiling, "I love that." pointing up at the stars, "I'm a little star obsessed."

Because of how he'd introduced the apartment she asks, "Are your siblings home?" taking a seat on the couch and leaning back into the comfortable couch, a good couch for watching movies.

"Kinda sorta?" Aisley says about her Bun, "I call it my Dreamling, so I guess that's kinda a name?" Looking toward where the bun had run off to. "Are they-" starting to say something and then stopping, trying again, "Changing color?" was her eyes playing tricks on her? "Maybe I'm just tired."

Angelo did not expect that reaction and watches as she finds her own joy with the triplets' present vision and Dante's work, ultimately. "Do you now? Yeah Dante's idea on them, Saint insisted, so I figured out how to make the template and drop them out and told her if she cuts them out I'll fly up there and stick em on." He gestures upwards where they now stay stuck. He laughs a bit and looks almost embarrassed but asks with amusement winning out, "I ever tell you how they showed up and make me think I was robbed or evicted?"

Curious of this answer he looks back at the rabbits having a snuggle and a tussle catching up and going less saturated. "They are getting less vibrant while their mood is getting...what more so? Awww are they like octopodes that get pink when they are upset?"

A little smile on her face, nodding at confirms about being obsessed with stars. "I love star gazing and learning about them." Another little fun fact seemed to hit her mind, "I meant to ask you about that," The flying thing, "Can you take other people up with you when you fly?" maybe hinting at trying to figure out if she could go flying with him. Magic around here seemed to have all sorts of rules with people and what they could or could not do. Joining in on the laughter, "What? No? You didn't tell me that."

OK, maybe it wasn't her eyes playing tricks on her, looking from the bunnies to Angelo and then back again, "They are, arent they?" sitting up a bit straighter, "They don't look upset?" Awww, "they look like they love one another! Like friend reunited."

Angelo drops into a comfortable spot on the couch and considers this with a smug, quiet smile. "I can." he watches her response to that with a grin, "I wouldn't risk going all the way across the water, but yeah. You want to go sometime?" Of course he wants to take her; while his stunts are top tier his poker face is not. "You will want to have something warm for that because outside plus wind? As sexy and cool as I'd love to make it sound I'd rather you not wind up an Aisleycicle." He might be a bit flattered she asked about it.

Looking up at the stars he laughs, "Those, uhhh yeah soooo I was rooming with Tanin who used to be on the stunt show. He moved back home and that- doing good. But I had the apartment to myself and it was-" he looks for the words with a head wobble looking from the ceiling back to her, "It sucked. I don't like living alone. I get bored and mopey. My sibs already arrange without my knowledge moving into here with all three of us."

His hand rolls in a circle, "So I show up at 405 where I was and there's a note on the door: Angelo, report to 202. I go on in and notice like the apartment is stripped bare except a roll of paper towels. Why? I dunno. I was like...th fuck did all my stuff go? I come down here and they're already painting and moved me. I'm now surprised to see them but also cannot find a thing I own because random boxes. It was like that for a week but it was good to have them back. They had an apartment for 4 years together in New York. I had Enzo for a while here. Love his face, but not the same."

Leaning to look at the happy sugared up rabbits he reaches a hand out in invite, "Don't make me go grey to catch up. There's cheese and a rolling bolder." Because he's so worried about the rock. Looking to the clock he says "Sibs will be by eventually. Dante around 5, and Saint sometime after that. They're on their own for noodles right now."

The excitement about the possibility of being able to fly shows up on Aisley's face, "I can live out my Peter Pan and Wendy dreams." she says jokingly but also happily, bouncing just a little in place beside him on the couch, "Yes, please!" in case he didn't pick up on the fact that, yes, yes she did want to go some time.

While Angelo tells her the story of what happen with his apartment, she nods along at the Tanin part, referring to his old roommate and then reaches for some cheese. Because cheese was a perfect story telling snack. Really, cheese was a good any time snack. Turning towards Angelo nibble on her cheese Aisley is into the story and following along, smiling and then laughing about decision that was just made for him. "Oh no! I'd go nuts, I've never hired movers to pack for me. I want to know whats in for each of my boxes. Now movers to cart the stuff to the new place? Yes." Fininshing off her cheese, "That's cute though. It sounds cute coming from someone with no siblings. But also frustrating." which sounds like what she's heard from most about siblings.

Leaning over she bumps his shoulder with her own, "Maybe I can just make you turn pink instead." reaching up and poking him in the cheek, she smiles.

"Mmm... Thai Noodles! Yes! They have to find their own." Not even knowing them yet.

Angelo winks with a point to her, "You absolutely can. We'll maybe go up to the roof at night and see if the stars come out and try to poke at them." She she sits his feet hook under the bottom of the ottoman, the snack island, to drag it nearer. Leaning to her he says "Ya know Peter Pan as I recall got a kiss out of the deal. You got any thimbles in your pockets?"

"It's frustrating but it was for a good cause and I can always steal Dante's shit for moving mine. it's good incentive to help me look for things." He's not beyond shirt extortion. The grin warms into a laugh as she pokes him in the cheek, his shoulder leaning back to hers, as his skin turns from his normal tone to rabbit pink shaking his head, "Your hunch seems correct. here, your order awaits." He hands her the phone to select the delivery things as he starts the movie so Indy can have a challenging day filled with snakes and terrible coworkers.

"The plus side to the moving fiasco is I didn't have to do any of it so there's that." Looking back to her he wonders, "You think the escape room in the new area is going to be like this? Big boulders and fake sarcophaguses... sarcophaguii...tombs?"

"First star to the right and straight on 'til morning." Aisley says dreamily, adjusting her sitting position, bringing her legs up so that the ottoman can be dragged closer, the snacks getting closer and easier to reach. She was following that movement until Angelo says that and her eyes move to meet his. Her eyebrows quirk quickly, patting down her pockets on her hips and then reaching into one to see whats in there. There is no thimble but there is a pink taffy and a for whatever reason... A paperclip. "This is all I got."

Aisley accepts the phone from him and starts scrolling through the menu ordering options, bitting the inside of her lower lip as she tries to decide which thing she wants to order. Flickering her eyes up to the movie as it starts and Angelo poses his question, "I hope so. I also hope they change it from time to time so that its different themes. An indy type one, maybe a 20's murder mystery?"

Angelo looks down at her hand rummaging, her face trying not to be amused and hold the character of 'serious negotiator' here, and back to her hand. There's a nod as he rests back into the couch and says "Paperclip is good. It's not an acorn but those are in short supply right now because of the squirrel mafia. Offer accepted." He is likely a menace in pin trading too.

"I hope so too. I know there's one in Boo'edwalk where someone was saying legit ghosts were moving the props around and I'm about this close to accepting that at face value. There's got to be people we know that know about that stuff." And then it occurs to him, "Dante might actually if he has to outfit something. I dunno. We can find out if the tiny princesses return him to us today." Fabricadabra can be a demanding world out there.

He considers this and asks her, "Who would you be in a 20's murder mystery?" Now he's curious since she brought it up.

The taffy candy is stuck back in her pocket and the paperclip is handed over to Angelo for safe keeping.

"Can ghosts move things around? I thought they would just go right through them. How can they do things?" This confuses her, but again she is not one that has a lot of dealings with ghosts, at least she didn't think she did. "About refabricating the escape rooms for different themes?" She ask.

For a brief moment she looks at the TV and takes in where in the movie they are, watching it for a few seconds as Angelo talks and then ends up ont he question about who she would be in the 20's theme. "Hmmm..." Narrowing her eyes as she considers her possibilities, "The Jazz singer that is charming, stunning and charismatic, she knows more than she lets on, people talk when they don't think she's listening. Might even know the victim, know who wanted them gone."

Angelo snatches the paperclip and for now loops it o the beaded chain that has a couple other small things hanging from it and tucks it back in his t-shirt. "You're asking me how the dead do things and I'm still trying to figure out how the living manage stuff. Gotta give me time on that one." With a chuckle he has another cheese and gives an "Mmhmm" in response. That's a yes. "Dante gets in on projects to draft things ahead of time for outfits and stuff so he runs into a lot of people involved in things."

He listens to Aisley's breakdown of who she'd be in the 20's mystery. "Ooh! Does she have a mysterious past and even more suspicious ties to the soldier that just happens to know the deceased when he lost his sweetheart to em, and chose being in town tonight of all nights?" He gasps like the plot is slowly coming together on this one. "Oh she dangerous to not know." he considers, "She's singing under an alias too isn't she?" Fingers itch his jawline admitting, "You're making me want to host a murder mystery dinner party now."

Aisley watches as he attaches her 'kiss' to his necklace and then puts it inside his shirt, she smiles pleased with the gesture and reaches for another slice of cheese taking a bit of the meat that was there with it. "Your brother seems to be a good person to know. I'll have to meet him and add him to my book of people to go to when I need help with planning things." taking a bite of her meat and cheese.

As Angelo starts to go in further of her backstory of the Jazz Singer, she lets him go on about it, slowly getting into character where she crosses her legs, sits up straight, and relaxes her shoulders, keeping her head up high. One hand goes to the top of her crossed knee while the other goes up to the 'messy' hair and slowly moves her fingers tips over the locks. When she turns her eyes to Angelo again her smile is sly and her eyes bat at him in a girlish way. She was in full character now, "A lady never reveals secrets of the past, that is just not polite. Kitty Valentine could very well by my real name."

Angelo nods in certainty "I told him briefly that you wanted to talk to him about bringing kids' ideas to life and I believe the response I got was 'And why didn't you bring her here?' soooo he's interested in talking to you about it too." There might be a briefly shy partly smug (shmug?) smile as he admits, "I was really excited about it and want to make sure your idea's supported."

The continuity of the main story at hand grows however. Her posture changes and definitely falls into character- the expression on Angelo's face becoming both impressed and amused, "Kitty Valentine?! Man does that make me the dead guy in the room cause you are killin it. I'm slain, truly."

"Aw, thank you," Aisley says sincerely, "That means a lot to me." That she was not only mentioned but that Angelo wanted to make sure her idea's were supported. She laughs towards the end, "Though, your brother's response is pretty hilarious. Like: why is she not here now then? As if I should have been there already."

Aisley's lips twitch and she looks like she wants to give in to the break in character because of Angelos respond but she tries to hold on just a little longer. "Kitty Cat for short," tossing a wink in his direction with that same sly smile. Soon.... she breaks and starts to laugh, "I can do this a lot better and for lot longer if you aren't complimenting me in the process!"

Angelo shakes his head trying not to laugh with her, "I caaaan't!" Gesturing with both hands to her as if she is the evidence here. "I can try. I'll try. You are making this so difficult though. This is hilarious and I'm here for it." He tries to tamp it down. His lips pull into a grin bringing him to press him mouth into a hard line and stifle the small snicker. Finally he says "Also, yes, Dante's just like that. Impertinence is how he shows support." His hand rolls getting back into composed character here, as he gives her the side eye. An eyebrow goes up. "Go ooooooooon." he says in slightly exaggerated fashion.

Aisely side eyes Angelo as if she isn’t sure he can keep it together for her to get back into character. Clearing her throat and straightening her shoulders once again she tries once again to slip back into Kitty Valentine. Relaxing her mouth back into the sly smile and turning her gaze back to Angelo that gives nothing away what’s so ever.

“As, I was saying…” she starts off, “A Lady never reveals her past, that is just impolite to talk about such things. As for that solider boy?” Her head rolls back and she laughs with out humor attached to it, her fingers grazing her neck, “why, he couldn’t hurt a fly. The poor soul, he never even saw the battlefield.” The hand from her neck comes to gesturing toward Angelo with a wave of dismissal. “But you didn’t hear that from me.”

Angelo behaves- a true modern miracle though it is absolutely a conscious effort while Miriam's bar burns down on screen. he says very professionally, "Strictly off the record? I see." There's a thoughtful nod as he says angling all around that narrative. "Which begs the question who invited soldier boy to the party if it's just going to look bad? Who's willing to throw him under the trolly." He looks at the screen and adds, "Or a pit of snakes... it always has ta be snakes." Shaking his head he checks in on the rabbits being totally chill and humming. Aww good for them.

He checks his phone noting the food faeries are busy at work and flicks it aside on the couch which gets Virgil's attention as the cat NOW has rapt interest to see if the flying flat thing is going to move again. He hops down and stops his walk halfway across the room with a judging look and then steps around them after some thought to go find his food bowl.

"Now without seeing the fifth movie, which was your favourite between the first four Indiana Jones movies and why?" He builds a tiny snack sammich and waits for this answer as reasons are interesting and telling.

"Well, that's no mystery at all, Sugar," Asisley ... Or in this case "Kitty" bats her eyelashes and rolls on shoulder to the side so that she's now facing Angelo, using her index and middle finger to 'walk' up his arm, "That as me, I didn't want to show up alone, now did I? How would that look?" shaking her head, "Not good at all, that's what. But I wasn't trying to push him in front of no trolly."

She could probably go with this for a long time. However, she lets the pit of snakes take her attention and she psychically cringes at the sight and falls out of character, turning her head away from the TV and closing her eyes, "I can deal with a lot of things, but snakes are not one of them. If you ever want to see me scream and or cry? Put a snake somewhere near me." Which is why she was turned away from the scene.

"Uh, that's a hard question I was not prepared for." Aisley blinks, "I think maybe Last Crusade? Because I like the three grail trials.
All the puzzles, traps, and a final showdown over the Holy Grail. It has a very satisfying ending."

It's entirely possible Angelo's brain has forgotten there's also a movie going listening to 'Kitty' tell her tale of intrigue and mystery. As her fingers walk up his skin there are tiny 'footprint' marks left behind where her fingers have walked as if left by a pair of stilettos walking Miss Kitty Valentine out of one trouble and into another.

Angelo looks a little surprised at the snake reaction but makes a 'look away' motion with his hand letting it hover there for a moment. There's the sound of the torch swishing at them from the screen. Angelo watches her and says "well stay here until they get out. I'll let you know when coast is clear." There's a chuckle with a sympathetic look, "Yeah I am interested in you neither screaming nor crying. Noted."

A grin follows and he nods in agreement, "I think that one was my favourite too. I like he got to get on the same page as his dad. Indy learned how to let go of things and Hank Senior learning what to hold onto. The puzzles were great and absolutely made us a menace in the back yard trying to make our own obstacle course. It may have implemented some ground rules after that." There's a bit of a guilty wince.

"Won't apologize for the hard questions. I like seeing how your brain works. What else are you afraid of we can avoid traumatizing you with there?"

Aisley stays in her her hidden away from the TV position at time she closes her eyes and others she opens them but there is never a moment that she turns toward the TV knowing that its going on. The hissing sounds and the context can still be heard and she knows that its still happening.

"Thanks." Squeezing Angelos arm, taking care of her in knowing when it was over. Even the hissing seemed to make her cringe or stiffen at the sound and she was trying her best to distract herself with what Angelo was telling her. "That was a good point in that movie too." she agrees. Smiling a little when he mentions liking how her brain words, "I'm not really afraid of anything else. Just Snakes. I'm not even really sure why? I can't pin point the reason that I am afraid of them."

Angelo waits and then murmurs, "I believe we're clear of danger now." Looking to her as she shares the story of her fears he wonders, "They're kind of like armless bucktoothed vampires with dry skin. I don't know if that helps make them less oogie for ya or not though." though he snickers there's a apologetic look. "You're not my brother. I will not chase you around with wiggly tubes."

"Not being afraid of anything else is bold. Ms. Kitty Valentine fears no foolishness I see. How about after the movie we head up to the roof and see if that lack of a fear of heights holds up. I think it'll be nice seeing the sky change colour like that. Then at some point we can wader around the dream world and try to figure out what foe-by-the-foot was mean to your inner you. Or go swimming in macaroni. Whatever comes up."

Curious now he wonders, "I never did ask Trace but how do you decide where to go or do you jsut work with what is there?"

"But they are bucktoothed vampires that bite and kill or poison you!" Was it safe? He said he was and she slowly turns back to look at the screen trusting him. Angelo was correct the scene was over and there was no snakes. "At least with vampires they are hot guys, usually. With these things, they just are angry worms."

Instantly Aisley's eyes light up at that idea, all the fear from her eyes and cringes are gone. "Really?" she says excitedly. "Yes! Yes! I'd love to!" Go see the stars at a closer level? She was all for it and practically bounced at the idea. "Go swimming in macaroni?" she laughs, "Obviously there would need to be cheese." But she understood what he meant and she was accepting of it. "Totally." The California girl coming out in that single word.

"Personally? I like to ask questions about the person, what they want, what they want to see, and experience and then... I can find them in their dream."

Angelo says optimistically, "I mean technically they can't poison you but I get what you are saying and maybe just add tropical frogs and platypuses to the list if we have a concern of venom." He agrees, "Or vampires being found working the Boo'edwalk and are answerable to HR. Vampires much better to deal with than ungovernable war worms. I see your point."

"I mean obviously cheese." There's a nod accepting the totally in totality pleased by this. "So what you're saying is keep the fangies away unless there's a conversation is the long term takeaway here. As a shapeshifter I just find some things good to know."

There's a buzzer on the door ringing Angelo to give her arm a squeeze, "That is the requested drunken noods." Food call. Heading to the door, socks shuffling on the wood floor, "Had a weird one the other week like the end of Labyrinth but I was in the ice castle. Everything was made of ice and I kept sliding into then up the walls. Like gravity held you to whatever surfaces were there but up and down meant very little and there was no traction. Just sliding around this big castle maze."

Food is retrieved with a smile and a thanks with an "I got you on the app. Thanks so much, man." He brings the things back to the couch with the help of small folding tables and the reminder of, "Virgil, not yours. Please don't eat the rabbit either." Said as if this discussion was had before. Thankfully the cat just behaves on his own. "And what do you like to see in them- Aisley's dreams?"

To be more confusing, Aisley says, "I don't mind the fangs. You can shift into fangs. By the way, you are a shifter?" she laughs, "I do pay attention, I promise, but I don't think you ever outright told me that or about the flying." Which was fine, just new information. "I think limited to snakes. I don't mind bats and they have fangs." There was really no solid evidence to support why she hated snakes so much, but she did.

The door buzzes and her attention shifts again doing a little happy dance at the prospect of drunken noodles coming to the door. Shifting in her seat so that she can watch Angelo go to the door as he keeps talking, "Was it a fun dream or terrifying?" she was trying to figure that out.

"Thank you!" she calls out to the delivery person before the door is shut and then she waits patiently as the food is delivered further to her with the means of small folding tables. "Table service, I like this." she beams a smile and wiggles happily with her food. "Thank you for ordering dinner." She looks over at Virgil and then the bunnies, giving the cat a look of warning. Don't hurt the bunnies! Then she looks back at Angelo with the next question.

"Oh," she's starting to open her noodles while she thinks about her own dreams. "Um," there is a slight blush in her cheeks as she says, "I like to time travel."

Angelo brightens with amusement "Did you think the FX team was that good? Naw Those really are my wings, no wires on the show. Gesturing a circle around his face he lets his ears get long and pointy, upper and lower teeth get fangy and pointy, btu then the eyerbrows grow out and he bulks up another size with the claws like a Jell-o instant werewolf- just add water!

"Awoo." This werewolf does spoken word poetry apparently. With a snicker he reverts to his normal shape, but still shiny and still chased by sparkles.

Quite humanish again he says, "Yoooou are entirely welcome. Thank you for spending the day with me." He meant that. Looking to the cat he squints and says "Heee's fine. He's mad because he doesn't have a 'charcaterie' board of his me-own." Grabbing reasonable silverware so they are not doomed to plasticware he returns and looks curious at the dream confession there.

"Oooh, niiice rewind or fast forward in this time machine?" he promises, "I was in theatre, I will not judge you."

“I guess I did? Or just really good props.” Aisely had not noticed any wires or anything keeping the man up when he flew. But considering she jsur found out he could fly, she also made assumptions… “wow, I was really naive and caught up as much as the kids were!” She admits. “Now I’m going to assume very one working here and plays a special roll like that is a shifter.” She laughs but it’ll be in the back of her mind.

“ a Me-own” a laugh follows after saying the word, “I’m going to remember that.” Accepting the fork that she needs to eat her noodles and uncovering the lid, leaning in to smell the Thai food with pleasure “this smells so good!”

Aisley is mixing around the noodles as she says “back in time mostly. The future is coming soon enough so I don’t fantasize or dream of that too much.”

Angelo offers with that small tone of support, "Well not naive, accidentally technically correct?" With a laugh he says thinking about it, "Uhh most of the mermaids are authentic, Leon who plays Grylla the witch is really good at it. Couple of the stage actors that play ensemble parts morph into their rolls. it does have its benefits. Wings do not guarantee flight though. Uhhh we found that one out the hard way." There's a small wince. "Patrick is okay." Pause. "Now."

"There are places I'd love to see but don't know enough to have it be at all factual. 1600's looked pretty neat though. Last time I was in one in the 1800's I got pretty rekt though so I might not be the best judge of these things." There's a small frown thinking of the big shared dream where things got scary there. Looking to Aisley, however, there's something in that concern that gets buried for now. "After this one we'll go take a break on the roof, Wendy, and see what we can do without upsetting the time police...yet."