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A text was sent out to Sailor Europa's phone, giving her the time and location of the dinner she was invited to. Christa instructed her younger brother Zach not to be too bizarre with her friend, and to try and remember his table manners. The Calloway patriarch was busy in the kitchen, preparing something he thought the vegetarian Tallulah might enjoy - pasta and veggie meatballs in your choice of red or white sauce. It smelled divine, or so Christa thought as she set the table. It had been too long since four people sat around the dinner table in their household. While the divorce had long since past, sometimes the subtle reminders brought back bad memories. Christa did her best to push things aside.

"Do you know what your friend would like to drink, Christa?" called her father from the kitchen. A side salad was being prepared as well. While most people thought that this was vegetarian food, Benjamin had been doing his research. He'd been wanting to convert the family to some meat-free products for a while now, and so far the only dissenter was his son. Christa didn't care much either way. To his question about Tallulah's choice of drinks, she shook her head in the negative. Benjamin returned to his pasta and was testing it every so often. "Hopefully she likes these veggie meatballs! I'm trying not to eat them straight out of the pan. Delicious! Don't know how they did it, but they're amazing."

The teen wandered to the fridge and opened it, inspecting the contents. "Soda, we also have orange and grape juice, milk, bottled water... I think we have most everything covered, dad. I'm sure she'll be fine with whatever we have. Do you think she'll like the brownies? I found a recipe for vegetarian brownies but... I think I'm afraid to try them." The last uttered statement made Christa bite her lip. She wasn't a cook by any means, but wanted to try and reward Tallulah for coming over in the first place. She did remember that vegetarians didn't eat eggs, so that had to count for something right?

Christa knew the doorbell would bring Zachary thundering down the stairs and careening into the door in an attempt to answer it first, so the teen let him. She stood at the entrance to the kitchen, peering out to the front door to see what kind of damage her younger brother would do to himself (or to the door) in his haste. The boy was still in the throes of early teenhood and showed it - he was gangly and awkward, and his mess of gray hair made him look older than he really was. Gray hair does that to you. In a flurry of movements, the door swung open to reveal... ah, this must be Tallulah!

In the background, Christa tried to give her best apologetic look for Zach's behavior while her younger brother blinked up at the older girl. "Wow." was all he managed to say. Christa didn't say her friend was hot! JEEZ. Rolling his shoulders back (he had to remember to be gentlemanly! That's how guys got girls, you know.) Zach did his best to impress the recent graduate. "I mean uh HI! I'm Zach! You must be Tallulah. C'mon in! We got the table all set up and everything!" He grabbed at her wrist and pulled her inside with the intent of having her sit next to him at the dinner table. Man she was pretty. When did girls get pretty?

Before Zach could drag poor Miss Cowden along too far, Christa snatched up his ear and tugged. "What Zach meant to say," she corrected, pulling her younger brother behind her while she flailed about. "was that we're very thankful to have you in our home and we hope you like dinner. Obviously you met my younger brother Zachary. The man in the kitchen is my father, Benjamin. Dinner should be ready about now."

"Soup's... I mean... pasta's up!" came a reply from the kitchen and Benjamin, a man who looked cheerful but world-weary, brought in a pot of pasta complete with those meatballs he tried desperately not to eat. Handing off the younger spawn to the patriarch, Christa took her seat on one end of the table, motioning for Tallulah to sit next to her. Next out came the salad and associated dressings and extra plates. "Let me know what you ladies would like to drink. And welcome, Tallulah. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Leaning in, she whispered, "Trust me. I'm saving you from the raging boy-hormones. Pff." Tallulah was lucky to be an only child.

Dinner flew by in the flash. The conversation drifted from topic to topic, ranging from school and work choices to hobbies and interests. Zach was too busy cramming food into his mouth to pressure Tallulah about a boyfriend (thinking that he'd somehow escape his older sister's wrath). Benjamin was jovial as usual, happy to have someone else in the house for a change. The fact that Tallulah had excellent manners and seemed very cheerful was a breath of fresh air. Too often his daughter would be incredibly stern - a trait she inherited from her mother.

Once the dishes were cleared off and the table cleaned, Benjamin pulled his son into the kitchen to help with the cleaning. He whined about it, but it was all to allow his daughter some one-on-one time with her friend. Cautiously, Christa pulled her companion to the side and out the sliding glass door to the backyard and porch area. A small, curled metal table with matching chairs awaited them. The scene was humble, but functioning, and the Calloways neither had the money nor the inclination to make the backyard a paradise. Instead, Christa thought it was rather rustic and cozy. Closing the door behind her, the seal allowed them to speak without being overheard, and the teen situated herself so she could look into the house at a glance and make sure no one was trying to barge into their conversation.

After a few moments, Christa began to speak. "Tallulah. I have some news for you that I think you might be interested in." she began, folding her hands in her lap. "Firstly, I suppose I'm free now to assist you and the others in any way possible. The Blood Moon just... isn't for me. Not in light of recent events and the information they'd kept. And Pasiphae is intent on joining us as well. I haven't spoken to the others... not yet anyway." She didn't want to elaborate on the failed mission against Zinkenite and felt she didn't really need to. Christa felt with every fiber of her being that it simply wasn't meant to be, and perhaps a court of Jupiter was.

Christa tapped the table with an idle hand. "Cyllene. I met one called Cyllene not too long ago. I believe she's one of us too, but she's very new. I have no idea when she awakened, but it can't be too long ago. She didn't even know what a youma was on sight." The gray haired teen's brows furrowed. Could it really be possible to form a court together and educate everyone so they were all on the same page? Was that possible? With her primer, it may have been, but there were so many holes in it. She only had the most basic information.

"What worries me is that there are more Jovians out there and we may not be able to find them. I mean, we're working from a list of sixty-plus moons." That in and of itself seemed crazy and there wasn't exactly a senshi search function on their cell phones. ...that she knew about. "If there are more Jovians out there, how on Earth do we find them? I think that's our major goal after assembling those we know about. You really think Ganymede would join our cause?"

Ganymede had always butted heads with her every time they met (with the exception of their recent battle, which was impressive to say the least). Christa was convinced they would all manage to work together, but Tallulah saying the senshi of lust would join up (or at least she was sure he would)... that gave her a glimmer of hope.

"She may or may not listen to me. I'm not sure. Cyllene seems very... nonchalant, I guess. I'll have to track her down again and find out what she thinks. So at this point, I don't know. But I'm glad Ganymede will listen to you. He and I... butt heads from time to time. I think you're a better ambassador of our cause anyway." Indeed, she thought Tallulah's pleasant demeanor would win over the other Jovian senshi much more than her own stern countenance. But hey, whatever worked, right?

The mention of growth on Europa's moon made Christa's eyes widen in surprise and excitement. "Really? You really managed to grow things on Europa? How did you do it? Isn't Europa... filled with ice?" It was, at least, according to the Discovery channel. But then again, NASA hadn't discovered ruins on any of the major planets or their nearby moons, so it would make sense if Europa was somehow cloaked in the same magic that protected senshi's identities. "Are there other live spots on the moon? Suffice it to say... I've never seen it, but I don't doubt it's magnificent."

She leaned back into her chair and thought for a few moments. "Maybe I visited in the past. It would be nice to see, I think." Europa would certainly be a great deal larger than Kallichore - that she knew for sure. "Speaking of growth though, I found a large, open plain that still has grass growing on it. I thought for sure everything was dead!"

Christa blinked. She had... no idea what aeroponics was. She'd never even heard the term before. She tried not to stare blankly at poor Tallulah, but couldn't seem to help it. Sure it was great that she was starting to grow things on the moon but... how she was doing it was something else entirely. Christa didn't want to sound dumb and stop Tallulah in the middle of her excited tirade to ask what in Jove's name she was talking about, but the gray haired teen certainly couldn't contribute in any appreciable fashion. Not for a bit anyway.

The fact that something could be grown, or was already growing, meant to Christa that the civilization could be preserved in a way. It certainly couldn't be started again because, let's face it, all members of the cultures across the universe were dead. She doubted normal Earth people could survive without senshi magic on their respective moons or comets or what have you. Maybe their moons could simply be a beautiful resting place for what once was.

"Animals? No, I haven't seen any animals. I do keep seeing people, though." The thought worried her because she was thoroughly convinced she was doing nothing but hallucinating. The people she did see never lasted more than a few seconds. A blink and they were gone. It wasn't until recently that she'd heard any of them speak, and it turned out to be Not English. "That frightens me a little bit. Tallulah, have you seen people on Europa when you visit? Or am I going crazy?"

The explanation of aeroponics aside, Christa couldn't help but be intrigued by the notion that they were seeing ghosts of the past on their home worlds. She wondered then who the green haired woman was that she kept seeing. Without knowing their language and without being able to communicate with her, she was simply another mystery Christa couldn't solve.

Leaning forward, Christa thought that this was some kind of cosmic secret only they could share between each other. How creepy was that? Seeing glimpses of the past and not having any context to it. It seemed very sad as well. "Tallulah, how did you know who these people were? Like, how did you know the person you were seeing was your past self? Did you recognize them? Same thing goes for Ganymede and Callisto. Or is it some kind of gut feeling you had?" She was certainly interested in how all this worked. She'd seen glimpses of other people, but that one woman seemed to remain constant.

The teen curled her fingers in on each other. So I'm seeing my past. My culture's past. What could be triggering these visions if not the senshi themselves? If Europa couldn't see the ghosts when she was on someone else's planet, then it had to be a power of her own. It doesn't make sense any other way. "...was it sad? To see how your world worked before it was destroyed?"

Christa was impressed that Tallulah managed to learn all this information about her past self, including her name. The younger teen had none of that, but Tallulah had been a senshi much longer. She had had more time to discover these things. Perhaps, when she felt stronger, she would return to the moon and figure out what it is that she kept seeing. Who she kept seeing. There had to be a reason Christa was confronted by the same woman over and over again.

"Perhaps you'll find some more information that will be beneficial to all of us. And probably some things that are interesting too. I think it would be fascinating to learn about the government and inner workings of your past civilization. Imagine all the books you could write about it..." Christa trailed off, pondering in her own mind how the court of Jupiter kept tabs on so many moons and so many representatives. Did they interact with each and every moon, or were only the large moons really in the spotlight? How did it all work?

Christa also wondered what kind of coincidence it was that Signy looked so much like the present Tallulah. Perhaps it was something about destiny and reincarnation at work then. "Once I'm able, I'll travel to my moon again and see what I can find out. If you were connected to Ganymede and Callisto in the past, who's to say we weren't all connected somehow?"