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[ducks his head under the water just to check if it's the same view]

[exact same view underwater! it's very salty water. yuck.]

[hm wonder what that symbolism means

he doesn't really want to swim endlessly down yet, so he blinks the stinging salt out of his eyes and goes to inspect the toys on the beach]

[not everything has to be symbolism Charon ~~or it's just for later~~

the toys on the beach are all for little kids; everything on the beach looks like it's for little kids, with the exception of the volleyball court because it's too tall for toddlers. there are plastic buckets and sandcastle molds, along with little rakes and shovels--everything a kid could want to play with for a beach day. there's one adult-sized lounge chair there, while the rest are cute little ones for children.]

[that's . . . extremely cute actually

since it's a dream he leaves them be instead of tidying them aside and heads up to the barn villa thing!

[the gate surrounding the house is open,so he can walk right up the path to the entrance of the barn mansion unimpeded! the building looks like it used to be one coherent villa, if he bothers to give it a close look; the exterior has been painted over the same white color as Lily's barn, but bits of colorful paint peek through, and the wood panels seem to be stuck on over the stucco of the building. the door doesnt look locked; does he knock or head right in?]

[after brushing his hand over some of the non-white paint bits curiously, he knocks! he's a polite man]

[it takes a few moments, but Lethe opens the door looking like he just rolled out of bed, groggy and mussed up]

Charon? ...I thought I was still sleeping.

You are. You know how the pasture is, though.

Hmm. You'd better come inside, then. It should be fine here.

[steps aside and makes a sweeping motion to invite him in]

[he steps inside with reasonable confidence, though he doesn't quite know what to expect. he trusts Lethe, though...]

[it's hard to call it completely normal, but nothing looks dangerous. there's a long corridor that opens into a spacious living room that feels slightly too grand for Lethe's personal taste, but welcoming all the same. instead of any standard lighting, the house is lit by spheres of light floating overhead that blink in and out of existence as they move from hallway to living room. the marble floors shimmer with the reflection of the lights above, giving the hallway a faint feeling of being underwater. once they slip into the living room, though, a fluffy rug on the floor helps to dispel that illusion.

the furniture looks normal--there's a pair of sofas and a love seat surrounding a coffee table, and there's a tall window that looks out into a garden in full bloom.

one of the sofas has a tossed pile of blankets where Lethe was obviously just sleeping; he gestures for Charon to take a seat anywhere as he stifles a yawn and tries to shake the sleep away.]

I wasn't expecting company. Would you like anything to drink?

Certainly, if it’s not trouble.

[he looks around in some fascination: none of this is so strange as to be foreign, but seeing it partly juxtaposed with the barn exterior makes it a little more so.

settles on one corner of the cough Lethe was sleeping on though. my guy why is it always the couch]

[maybe it's symbolism!! but when Charon takes a seat he might get a clue: it feels restful to sit on this couch. it isn't an immediate effect, but there is the sense that he's regaining energy as he sits.

instead of going to get any drinks, Lethe squishes onto the couch right up next to Charon. with a wave of his hand some drinks appear on the table--warm tea, coffee, water, juice, and soda]

It's no trouble, see? Pick whatever you'd like. What are you doing here?

[picks up a glass of juice if it's not peach or plum juice, for the change]

Thank you.

And...visiting, I think? It wasn't intentional, but it's good to confirm you're sleeping peacefully.

[it's orange juice. new juices!]

I didn't expect a single command to work that well. I haven't been sleeping for too long, have I?

About a day. Don't worry about it.

--A day? I thought you'd say a few hours! Did I miss anything?

[frowns]

The group that went out into the ocean returned. Ananke is a small child, though otherwise unharmed.

A kid? That's better than him getting hurt...is Scarab a kid too?

He is a large autonomous robot beetle. I believe Ananke's current body is simply unable to support him as is.

They have not regressed in memory.

[sighs in relief]

That's what I was worried about. It sounds like Scarab's upbringing was pretty nonexistent. We'd have our hands full.

Mm. It's an entirely manageable situation.

Good.

[very casually wraps an arm around Charon's waist and pulls him halfway into his lap for shameless cuddling]

Did Ananke say if they found anything?

[seems very startled that this has happened but permits it, like a tolerant cat]

Potentially Rose's priest lost in the mist, but they need to go back to confirm.

And some force in the sea that caused everyone to break into song.

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