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Johnny nodded, his smile still in place, "Lucy, if you just woke up disoriented to find the world has shifted from under you... yeah I totally understand. Look, I just met you and I can see how special you are, so I would have found it hard to believe that someone from before hadn't done the same. I mean that has to be pretty much like yesterday, so I totally understand your feelings. He has to be still very much on your mind." "Now don't get me wrong," he continued, "I won't even try to pretend that I'm not disappointed, I mean it's not often that you find someone who seems to light up a room." He reached over and took a hand again, "But, I do understand, and if you're looking for a friend, I'm happy to try and fill that spot. I'm new here, and it's been nice to have an awesome night with a beautiful woman. No complaints from me. I am also pretty sure that the dance school has another seven weeks for this course, if you're still teaching. I mean, if I'm going to learn, I might as well get it from an authentic subject matter expert." Letting go of her hand with a gentle squeeze he sat back in his chair thinking, "So this gentleman... maybe he's become like you? Did you ever check in to see? Stranger things have happened."

He nodded, "well you've done a pretty good job. I had no real idea other than perhaps you were a bit of a history buff. Frankly, I was more worried that you might be sick and that your time here was going to be far too short. That would have really bummed me out." Shaking his head he continued on, "But this... I thought I had an interesting life. Yours makes it look very mundane." He paused then laughed pleasantly, "you know, when I was trying to find you. I kept thinking to myself, 'self, you know she's older than you.' To which I would reply, 'yes, but she's also seriously cool and totally interesting.' I was guessing a five year age gap. Guess I was off by a little more than that. However, for the record, you don't look a day over 25, and I can say that with a straight face." "Oh, and I'm not kidding on the plane thing either. If you want, I could get us tickets to Paris or London and be there whenever you want. If you've never flown before, it's a pretty neat experience."

Right, Johnny thought to himself as he landed in a crouch after flipping and tumbling out of the way of hell's own inferno. Last time, he hadn't been ready and nearly was roasted by a dragon. This time it was different. Casting his senses out, he found the water mains running through the floor and ceiling. He'd need every drop that they had... and more if this thing lasted any amount of time. Clenching his fists he pulled at the water, which was happily running it's course through the copper and PVC pipes above and below him. There was a groan as he yanked hard, willing the water out of it's confined space. Ceiling tiles and wooden floor planks exploded outwards as the pipes burst. For but a moment, the water sprayed outward like some kind of deranged sprinkler system. Yet before a drop hit the floor, it coalesced, writhing like a serpent before streaking at Hecate who seemed more intent on blasting away at some robot or cyborg. The water raged and seethed around her, twisting and tying itself into an impenetrable knot of force. Johnny only smiled as the cocoon of water left her trapped and hopefully helpless. It was only then that he noticed the ruined dance floor and shattered ceiling tiles. "That's so going to cost me..." he muttered with just a trace of dejection.

Right. Free Action: Switch Water Array, Create Water Standard Action: Create Water, cageish around Hecate Move Action: Get water cage between himself and the rest of the goons I don't believe that I need any rolls for that...

He considered living for that long and knowing that everyone you knew was likely gone to the grave, or so old as to be unrecognizable. It was a very sobering thought and he again was reminded of her incredible cheer and personality to not constantly be dwelling on what was lost. "...and you've only been awake again for a few months?" he mussed. He tried to think of what changes had occurred between the 20's and now which made his head spin. Everything. Lucy was in a completely new world which might be as strange as if she had woken on Mars. "Well then," he said with a brilliant smile, "I'll just have to help you adjust to this millennium. I'll admit that there are likely people versed better in history and all, but I think I can show you a decent time and get you caught up on the last 80 years or so. I can't even think where to begin... plane trip coast to coast? Video games? Surfing the internet? Movie theaters? The list goes on and on." As the words tumbled out of his mouth, he realized that he might be getting a little a head of himself. Asking for permission was far better than assuming it. "Sorry, getting a little carried away. What I meant to ask you is that, if you would have me, I'd be grateful to show you some of the better things the future has to offer."

Wellspring: The Charlston 24 Pass the Plate 7 Freedom City Renaissance Fair 1 Total: 32

It was one thing to realize that the girl he had taken on a date was technically dead. It was another thing to realize that she was also older than his great grandmother. Although that was a technicality as well. He could understand why she claimed to 30 if she had just woken up a few months ago. "Wow..." was all that he managed as he mulled over the implications of it. "okay, I've had people tell me they were Vegan on a date, or that they liked cheese, but that has to top pretty much everything." He looked back into her eyes, which were jet black; they were very captivating none the less. He realized that he could likely get lost staring there as he blinked taking in all of her again. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be flippant. So do you know anyone from when you were alive? Or anything? I mean... what's it like?"

"Fair enough," he said. "Just Lucy is fine with me. Besides, Emily always was telling me that I should be open to everything." He moved his thumb across the back of her hand, feeling the soft unblemished skin. He found that when he held her hand, her skin warmed a little from his own body heat. However, otherwise, she seemed for all intents and purposes to be 'room temperature'. He wondered if she enjoyed warmth, or was it something she just didn't notice. Whether she did or not, she certainly seemed to not dwell on anything negative, which given what she had just revealed was a good thing. He knew more than a few people who could use her optimism and cheerful disposition. They made it to door of the restaurant and found that while their reservation had passed, so had much of the dinner rush. The owner, a stout man with a gregarious face and a thin mustache greeted them. "Buona sera! Welcome to Bella Corta," he said in a rich deep voice. "Good evening to you," Johnny replied. "We had a reservation for earlier in evening, and kind of missed it. You wouldn't have a table available for two?" "What could be so important that you miss your dinner? I'm a thinking that both of you could use a little more pasta," the owner replied with a jovial smile making his red cheeks puff out with his exuberance. "We were dancing and time kind of drifted away," Johnny replied giving Lucy's hand a little squeeze. "Oh! Meraviglioso! The dancing and the love. It's being very grand. Of course we have a table available. Juan will show you to your seat." Johnny couldn't help but smile as they were led back through the brick lined restaurant. It was warm inside, a sharp contrast from the cool autumn evening outside. The intimacy of the space seemed to add to that cozy and snug impression that it gave off. Tables were artfully placed in a chaotic order, and the red and white checkered table cloths were visible in the flickering light of the candles that sat center of each table. If there was a whiff of garlic outside, the rich smell of tomato sauces, garlic, and bread floated through the air. Their table was in a corner, close to the kitchen, but out of the way of foot traffic. It offered them a small bit of privacy that might not otherwise be open in the crowded space. "Signore, signora, please have a seat," Juan said pulling out the chair for Lucy. "I'll be back with water, some bread and menu's." After waiting for Lucy to sit, Johnny sat down and looked around. After a satisfied glance he turned back to look at Lucy, "Well I think it's going to live up to what it was billed as."

Johnny blinked several times, looking at her for a long moment. Dead? State of mind? Really? It was kind of a mind boggling thing. Certainly, he had read horror novels and watched movies with zombies, vampires, and all sorts of other creatures. Thinking back he couldn't place one where the so called undead abomination had ever danced the Charleston. Nor could he think of Lucy as an abomination at all. She was fun and... alive? The moment passed and he chuckled, "walk away? Not a chance. Besides, if I had to guess, I'd be walking away from an amazing story. You don't seem to do things in half measures do you?" Keeping her hand, as long as she let him, he turned back down the street and started walking. The restaurant was no more than a block away and he could already smell the pungent odor of garlic and tomatoes; two pillars of Italian cooking. Hopefully garlic wasn't going to be an issue, or sunlight. No, sunlight was fine, she was walking around the park in broad daylight. So scratch that myth. "So you don't need to eat either? Do you want too? I mean we can find a park bench... or the atmosphere is pretty nice there so I've been told. I can live without eating for a few hours if need be or we can go in and talk over candle light. Won't bother me either way. Besides, all said and done, still the best date I've had."

No, it's not for some reason, it's more likely because I messed it up I'll get that in on this months edits.

Raveled there's an error on my sheet. I have uncanny dodge, so Wellspring's defense should remain +15 even flat footed, thus needing a 25 to hit. Let me know if that's still a hit and I'll do toughness.

Apparently, Johnny is on. Must figure that the girl is going to throw wine on him or something... 1d20+5 = 25!

For a moment he wondered if this was some kind of come on as his hand pressed against her chest. He was about to say something as the sensation of her shirt, and the firm but cool body beneath made his pulse skip a beat. Earlier when he had told her how beautiful she was, he wasn't just playing lip service. "Lucy, I..." Even as he was about to say something about moving fast and wrong impressions, he realized what was wrong. While his pulse had skipped a beat, her's had been missing the entire time. He didn't feel her chest moving at all, no breath, no pulse, nothing. "...you're not breathing and you don't have a pulse, how can that be unless you are dead?" Even as he said the words, they rang true. Her cold skin, lack of sleep and the lack of a beating heart. Taken completely aback, he still had the presence of mind to take his hand away from her chest, and instead dropping it to take hold of one of her hands. Dead? "How is this possible Lucy? You are the most vibrant person I've ever met..."

"Well, I'll be honest, I was feeling a little guilty dancing with a such a beautiful woman. There is someone who has been on my mind," he said while twirling with her. Her dancing was making him acutely aware of her body pressing close and he was working hard to force himself not to respond. "However, for tonight, you have my undivided attention." "Forgive me for asking, but I have a hard time imagining that you wouldn't find a place to fit in. Ghosts of the past?" Even if he wasn't really looking for a date, it was certainly nice to have someone to dance with. These functions could be long and having some pleasant company... some who you hadn't insulted, was a real boon.

Ahhh... people aren't allowed to take vacations are they? ;)