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{I was cracking up! Cow slippers, awesome! ^.^}

Six mugs sat impatiently atop the lobby desk next to an equally impatient Cerise. She'd made everyone a cup of both coffee and cocoa, herself included. Apparently she hadn't decided which she wanted, either. Odd girl, Cerise was, and a year of...everything she'd been up to would not change that.

"Are you two coming, or what? There's so much to talk about!" She had a great deal to dish out about ghosts, former occupants, dreams, premonitions, and more. "And, of course, I'd love to hear where you've both been the last year."

Truthfully, though, as was usual in matters regarding her life, Cerise had no intention of sharing her own stories. She simply sat, smiling like a painting.

After a moment of thought, she lifted a mug of hot chocolate and took a sip. Coffee was hardly necessary for a girl already so full of energy.

"Oh, and Liza!" she called cheerfully. I love your slippers! These last words were spoken in her thoughts rather than aloud, sent via mind toward Eliza. An unintentional slip-up on Cerise's part.

The clatter of glass filled the room as Cerise's cup abruptly slipped out of her hand. Her right hand flew to cover up her mouth, a signature sign that she'd made a mistake. She bit her lip in frustration. It was Cerise's firm belief that some talents were best left hidden, and now, for such a simple thing, she'd broken that rule.

Cerise could have cried in relief. Eliza would keep her secret, and that was made life all the more simple. As a display of gratefullness, she sent a mug off coffee toward the woman, letting it stop mid-air without so much as a splash.

"Well, I think they're awesome," Cerise announced with a smile. "And you can tell your roommate I said so, if that's any help at all."

With a wave of her hand, the broken mug pieced itself back together, gathering up bits of cocoa. This returned to Cerise's hands, almost as though someone had hit the 'rewind' button on her life. "Useful talent, too bad I can only lift so much weight," she remarked simply.

"Well, anyway, back to what I was saying. You said you had a roommate, then? Where've you been all this time, Liza?" She set her cup down, bending forward with her hands over her knees. Her fiery eyes were alight with interest.

The strange man smirked at El's reply form his comment. He felt that the girl didn't mind Cerise at all. He might have been wrong, but he assumed he was right. Once inside, he sat down in a chair. He eyed the drinks, and he hated trying to consume something. Not to mention, even if he would be mortal, he'd never touch anything of the sort.

His grey eyes caught a little green bolt of lightning go from Cherry to El. They could not see it, since this was part of his many ways of seeing. No doubt it was a mental exchange, but he could not make out what Cherry said. The message was to short, and to quick for him to try and figure out what it was.

Feeling that the bubbly one felt like she did a mistake, he dismissed it, not showing at all that he noticed anything. He watched with certain awe as Cherry "rewinded" the scene of the broken cup. "My my Cerise, even with all the abilities I have, I must say that I can't do that" The mysterious being stated a little late. "As for the cow slippers" He said, glancing at El. "I think they're rat5her amusing" He finished with a friendly smile.

"I dreamed that I would come back and you, too, Eliza. But I was wondering, what should we do, now? Christmas is coming up, and well, I don't know... Have you heard from anyone else? I mean, anyone who used to live here. I miss them so much!" Earnesty shone in her features as she unconsciously placed a hand over her heart.

Cerise paused a moment. It was so nice to be back, and she hesistated to mention anything foreboding. She sighed deeply. "But, that's not all. My dreams... You know I'm psychic, right?" Her voice grew lower, moving to a whisper, as if she were afraid of speaking the next words. "They're not just dreams, then, but premonitions. The thing is, they're so encoded with riddles that I can't figure out exactly what is to happen. But I sense danger. I don't understand it all. From what I can grasp, something bad is going to happen in the near future. My dreams never lie, Eliza, they're the purest form of visions."

She bent her head, staring at her hands. It was up to Eliza, now, to decide what to make of the words. She was quite unsure of what action should be taken. In a typical nervous gesture, the girl ran a hand down her razored locks, twisting a strand of hair tightly about her fingers.

A male voice alerted her to another presence in the room. "Oh! Why, thank you," Cerise replied, having forgotten about the other man. "It's not really a time trick, you know, I just...brought the pieces back together. I've always had the strangest abilities. But, please, you must tell me your name! I can't remember!"

"Of course you have a name, silly!" Cerise chirped, glad for the distraction. "And until you think of it, I'll find one for you, don't worry!" She ignored his 'lie' comment. It was her motto to let bygones be bygones. Why dwell on the past, right?

"Well, what kind of name would you like, then? Help me think of one. There's mythology," she held out a hand, intending to count out the sources on her fingers. "Astronomy, French, legends... Oh, there's a million options to choose from! And nicknames are so much fun!" She clapped her hands in delight.

"Moi, je prefere anglais parce que francais est tres... Whoops!" Cerise giggled lightly, covering her mouth for the second time that night. This time, the gesture indicated a lighthearted slip-up rather than a full-fledged mistake. "Sorry, native tongue." When she was excited, she had a tendency to switch to French.

"Anyway, what I meant to say was that I like English nicknames better, you know like Cherry, because French is so boring! Well, to me, I mean. What kind of nickname would you like?"

{"Cherry", Neit! ^.^ Hana ish me.}

"Forsaken planet." Cerise replied, smiling. "I only speak two languages: French and English. I take it you don't like French, then? Oh, why? C'est la langue d'amour!"

She casually took a sip of her cocoa, lost in thought. "Well, while I think, why don't you have a drink?" She waved the two remaining mugs toward his position, letting them stop in front of him as they had for Liza. "La planete abandonnee... In case you were wondering, that is," she murmured. "Not a very good nickname."

Cerise turned her attention from the floor to the nameless man for a moment, curiosity apparent in her features. "Well, why 'forsaken planet' anyway? Can't you think of a--I don't know--cheerier name? Like Waffles? My friends had a bunny names Waffles, once."

sad >

{Yay! The guilds are working! And oh my gosh! I live in Southern California, too! It's so awesome here!}

Cerise looked at Eliza, new hope shining in her eyes. "Do you really think so? I mean, I've never believed in fate, but sometimes, when you try to stop something it comes right back in your face! Boom! And you end up starting exactly what you were trying to stop, y'know? Let's just ignore the bad things for now..."

She perked up even more than usual at the prospect of a Christmas party. "Ooo! Could we really, Liza? I mean, have a party? I love parties! And Christmas decorations are sooo pretty! If everyone came back, wouldn't that be the coolest thing ever?" She waved her hands about in signature hand gestures, further emphasizing her point. Perhaps she was a little over-enthusiastic, at least for an athiest, but... "Christmas is the giving holiday! I just love helping people!"

She giggled whole-heartedly, sending her mug flying into the air. Fortunately, she managed to stop it before any real damage could be done, but the act bore testament to her excitement.

"And what name or you going to give Mr. Forsaken Planet Guy Who Hates French..? I bet you can't top Waffles!"