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Albert
[The influx of people in the village is certainly strange, viewable as it is from the second floor of the building that housed both the welcome center and Celsius Tear. The tea shop was still seeing business, especially with the "novelty" of food and service being free in the village, so even if he felt like returning to the house, he's kept busy between observing the newcomers and going between the shop and the grocery store.

There's that suspicion that there's bound to be something else going on, and he's gone through enough years to associate this time of the year with mysterious bouts of forgetfulness. He keeps a notebook on hand to write down his observations as the weekend continues.]

Leon
[Leon, for his part, is mostly fascinated by the fact that most of the newcomers seemed to be missing the telltale wings that people had from their world. There's also that encroaching suspicion that comes with large-scale strangeness; ever since that Shift that turned out to be a cultist invasion, he's looked at experiments with even more wariness than before. He sticks to the fountain plaza and the nearby bridges, as they seem to be good places to carefully look at the sea of new faces.]

Walter
[Walter wants nothing to do with whatever this is. Nope. Not at all. The last time something even somewhat similar to this had happened, memories were messed with thoroughly. No. He's not going to deal with that at all.

So he's just going to sit on top of the barracks and ignore at all these wingless wonders.]

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[Mia can't exactly call herself seeking Walter out specifically. She's looking for somewhere quiet and out of the way; he just happens to also be drawn to such places. The barracks don't even strike her as the best choice.

She sees him as she meanders by, though, and waves a little, with a smile that doesn't quite turn up at the edges.]

[He sees Mia from a distance off, initially curious why she might be down in the southern part of the village before presuming that she's taking a long route to the battle dome or something like that. When she draws closer and waves at him with that odd smile, he finally calls his teriques to float down from his perch.]

Mia...?

Hello, Walter. [The smile she keeps trying for never does touch her eyes.] How have you been?

I've been avoiding this wingless crowd that's shown up. [He briefly frowns off into the distance before returning his attention to her.]

...You don't seem quite well.

I don't think I am, actually. I'm not sure. One of those "wingless" people says...that he is my son. Eventually.

[It is the strangest thing she can recall hearing without a whole handful of days to think about comparisons.]

[Walter slowly blinks at Mia as she explains her current state, his brows drawing together in momentary confusion. Then he's shaking his head slowly.]

That can't be right. It's too easy for people to make claims like that.

You should see him. I can't say he looks just like me, but he knew about Imil and he's dressed- well it's rather obvious he's from there, at least. And it would explain why Amiti was so careful about the way he talked to me.

[It probably sounds like she's babbling. She is.]

[He recognizes babbling when he hears it, especially now with his exposure to both Norma and Oscar, and he lifts one hand a bit, as if trying to slow her down.]

Hold on, slow down. Who's Amiti?

[Mia, usually in control of her...well, everything, has to put her hand over her mouth in order to stop herself this time. Once half-settled, she tries again.]

Amiti is someone from Weyard, thirty years into the future. He was here when I first arrived. He's a Mercury Adept, like I am.

Thirty years?

[He frowns in mild disbelief. He's familiar with hearing about other worlds and varying times -- but the differences had always seemed to be a few years' difference at most.]

I-- Huh.

[He tries to process the information, uncharacteristically left speechless.]

While he was here, he told me a few things about our world in the future and its fate...but never mentioned my children, even though I believe they would be roughly the same...age.

[His frown becomes contemplative.]

Maybe he was concerned about things becoming awkward if he said more.

Of course. It makes sense for him not to tell me, but...that doesn't do much for my shock now.

I guess not.

[...That probably wasn't helpful at all, was it?]

Is there anything I can do? Tell me what you're thinking.

[One thing she's thinking lives in such treacherous territory she doesn't dare ask about it. The rest...]

No, I don't think...anyone can do anything, can they? If it comes to pass, then it comes to pass. But I- I suppose I just can't imagine being a mother, not really.

Thirty years is a long time to ... well, become a mother.

[He feels awkward commenting on it, but ... after thinking about it for a moment, also happy for Mia.]

What did you think of him?

[But he's thirteen, and his sister is older, so it's not really thirty years, it's more like-]

I think he's wonderful. He seems calm and considerate and...he was afraid I would be disappointed, I suppose.

[...]

He sounds like you.

[He means it as a compliment, as apparent from his thoughtful expression.]

[Flushing, Mia looks back down toward her feet.]

Thank you, Walter. [She's very red, as a matter of fact.] Though I didn't have his experience of the world when I was his age.

[He doesn't think much of Mia looking down at her feet; she could just be weary from her experience, after all.]

I imagine traveling around would be difficult in a snowbound area.

It is, a little. There isn't much up there to travel to, either.

[She breathes, intentionally taking the space for it.]

Thank you, though, I do feel better.

[At the words of gratitude, Walter nods with an almost contented expression.]

I'm-- glad that I could help, even if I didn't do much.

You did. [Even if she can't qualify how.] I think I just...needed to tell someone who wouldn't think I was crazy.

Anyone who would think you're crazy for that hasn't been here long enough to realize how bizarre this place is.

[It seems pretty simple to him, in retrospect.]

You have to admit it's not the usual strange thing one hears around here.

[He pauses to consider that, shaking his head faintly.]

...Well. No. But I don't think it's something I'd want to hear becoming usual.

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