By and by we'll defy a little bit of gravity

[the_death_card]

While Jack knows it's good for him, doing a lot to stretch how far his magic will go before he's exhausted, playing with the door trick is also fun. He's been picking locks for so long now that it's almost boring, especially when his actual magic has progressed to the point that, increasingly frequently, doors will unlock themselves before he even knows they were locked to begin with.

Using the Eye's network is something different. It's a constantly moving lock that, if he hits a slightly different pin in a slightly different way, will open a door to somewhere completely different. He's already found a dozen different places across the United States and a half-dozen more outside of it that have all led to some fascinating afternoons. Every time he finds somewhere new, he thinks to ask Jacob or Max or Andrew for a list of connected places, but so far, he's forgotten to actually do it. Finding them randomly is more fun anyway.

Things have mostly calmed down around the suite, now. He knows most of them have returned to their normal sleeping habits, helped along by their brand new connection. That's still new and something he's getting used to, but like someone said, it feels like a natural next step after the year they spent living on top of each other and how close they've all become since then. It is still something they're all figuring out, though, which means that they're still taking it easy on rehearsals. Normally, that's not something he would mind, but today, it's lead to some restlessness that he knows no jog or trip downstairs to the gym will do anything to help.

When he catches himself rereading the same paragraph in his book for the third time in a row, he groans and levers himself into a sit, setting his book to the side and leaning down to grab his boots where he kicked them off earlier. There's an inquisitive ping at the back of his mind that he brushes off as he stands and grabs his jacket, heading out of his room and toward the stairs.

"I'm going out for a while," he calls to the suite at large on his way downstairs. "I've got my phone."

Merritt doesn't look up from behind his book but he does wave a hand at Jack in acknowledgement, and there's an accepting nudge from someone through the connection. Jack flips a wave back at Merritt as he slips out of the suite, closing the door behind him and heading for the elevator. He pauses once he gets there to run his thumb over his middle and index fingers, calling up a spark and touching it to the keyhole set between the standard call buttons. He can immediately feel the pins that make up the Eye's network, and he drifts over a few of them before settling on one. He nudges it into place with his magic and then pulls his hand away and hits the down button to call the elevator. It comes almost immediately, and Jack steps inside, hitting a button at random and leaning back against the wall to watch the numbers drop - and then stands straight again when it slows to a stop with the usual quiet ding.

For everywhere he's been so far, what he finds is entirely unexpected. If he didn't know better, if he hadn't already seen the Peninsula's lobby dozens of times, he would think something had gone wrong with the magic and he had just been taken downstairs. Ahead of him is another hotel lobby, and he stops just outside the elevator, trying to figure out where he is. Just ahead of him is a small desk bearing a stylized sun - and when he looks at it for more than a moment, the paint seems to shimmer, revealing an equally stylized eye set into the paint. The desk is attended by a dark-haired woman in a blue shirt with a name badge pinned to it, and she looks up at him after a moment, smiling immediately. "Good afternoon, Mister Wilder. Checking in?"

"Uh..." Jack begins intelligently, and her smile turns a little less polished and a little more truly amused as she stands up, smoothing her shirt out automatically.

"Or did you just happen by?"

"That one," Jack returns, a little relieved, and she laughs.

"You aren't the first," she assures him, "but welcome to the Sun Veil Resort. We're located on the Yucatan Peninsula with access to the amenities of Cancun with our own specific brand of privacy for our members and their guests." It's clearly a standard speech, but Jack gets well enough what she's saying - or, rather, very carefully not saying.

"You mean this is for the Eye."

"Of course," she returns before her smile fades into something more solicitous. "Would you like a tour? We do have open rooms at the moment, and I'm sure you and the other Horsemen would enjoy a visit."

Even if this isn't where Jack intended to end up, Jack doesn't even need to think about it before he nods. "Yeah, that'd be great." Saying they would all use a vacation and change of scenery after everything that's been going on is puttting it really mildly.

"Give me just a moment, then," she returns with another smile. She turns her attention back to her desk, hits a few keys on her ocmputer, sets a small bell on the desk, and then rounds it, gesturing for him to accompany her. "Right this way."

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[the_highpriestess]

"Like Broadway in New York," Alma confirms with a nod. She doesn't question that Alma might not be familiar with that -- everyone knows Broadway, whether they've seen it in person or not. "Except half the theaters in Chicago were owned by gangsters, back in the day. They don't really advertise that part, though."

[the_star]

Alma definitely knows Broadway - and she has seen it, even though she's never actually seen a show.

"From what I know about Chicago, it sounds like half of the whole city was owed by gangsters back in the day."

She's... half-joking with that? That does seem to be Chicago's reputation, anyway, from what she knows both from actual history and from fictional representations.

[the_highpriestess]

"Pretty much," she agrees with a shrug, only half-kidding, herself. If she plans on elaborating on that, for better or worse, however -- well, it's something they'll have to come back to, later, as the cabanas are nearer, now.

"And here we are," she tells her, as if it's not obvious. Daniel's voice drifts out of an open door, though what he's saying is indiscernible, if she needs further proof.

[the_star]

Alma laughs a little - and then turns her attention fully to the cabanas as she notices them zeroing in on the semi-circle of buildings. "Oh, wow," she says quietly but with real awe as she looks them over. "They're already gorgeous and I haven't even seen inside them yet," she says, amused as she adjusts her hold on her luggage, gesturing for Henley to lead the way down the path that enters the circle.

[the_highpriestess]

Nodding, Henley continues to lead the way into the more private area that's just theirs. When she's within earshot, she calls out, "Hey, guys, we're here!"

Immediately, Daniel pops out of his and Henley's room, and smirks. He allows Alma a vague sort of wave, not far removed from the one he offered when she had to let him go, when she was chasing him in New Orleans. Dylan, meanwhile, appears from a different room, and smiling, moves to join them.

"Hey."

[the_star]

Alma laughs at Daniel's wave, lifting a hand to give him one in return. Jack sits up a little from where he's claimed one of the chairs on the deck. "Hey," he offers with a grin, and Merritt sticks his head out of his own room.

"Agent Dray," he offers, raising an imaginary glass to her before ducking back in, presumably to finish unpacking.

"Hi," she tells the rest of the group - and then offers Dylan a brighter smile. "Oh, you're already here."

She wasn't sure when he would be, since he still had work, too.

[onebehind]

"I just got here," he promises, almost embarrassed by that admission, somehow. Whether that embarrassment stems from the fact that he's never taken a half-day in his life or because he wasn't here from the start, however, is anyone's guess. Probably the former, considering after a beat, he adds, "I took a half-day. I think Evans almost shit himself."

[the_death_card]

"He probably thinks we really did drive you crazy," Jack teases. "Doing all this crazy shit now like taking vacations."

Alma can't help but laugh, too, setting her bag down on top of her suitcase. "My boss was a little surprised I was actually taking some time off, too."

[onebehind]

"You're driving me crazy alright," Dylan grumbles, on principle more than anything else. If anything's really driving him nuts, it's anything but the Horsemen.

"We aim to please," Henley shoots back, mock-brightly. Shaking his head, Dylan huffs out a breath of a laugh, letting his feigned sourness go in favor of a smile.

[the_death_card]

Jack snickers, returning Dylan's smile for a moment before he looks back to Alma. "Glad you could make it, though."

He meant what he said: the whole family needs this time together and away from everything else, and considering Alma has become important to Dylan, it absolutely includes her.

"Thank you for calling." She offers Jack a smile - and then looks around at the cabanas. "Where should I put my things?"

She can do basic math and make some assumptions - but she doesn't to outright assume and make Dylan uncomfortable.

[onebehind]

The fact that she has to ask embarrasses him more than the fact that she doesn't just assume, somehow. It shows in the sudden awkwardness of the gesture he makes, back towards their cabana. "We're, uh -- we're over here."

It's ridiculous how much of a stumbling teenager he feels like around her, sometimes.

[the_star]

It's adorable, honestly.

She reaches for her bags again, following him toward the indicated cabana. "Come show me around," she says - and it's probably a good thing Merritt isn't out here right now, considering the comments he would be making.

[onebehind]

"You wanna tour of the room -- " Which is, like most things maintained by the Eye, bigger on the inside, though not by much for once. " -- or you wanna set your stuff down and wander around a little?"

Because he hasn't gotten to see much of the hotel, proper, since he arrived. He didn't get her much sooner than she did, after all.

[the_star]

Alma doesn't need to think long before she responds. "Let's look around the resort," she answers, because she figures they'll have plenty of time to look around the cabana in the evenings before bed, but she'd like to see the resort in the daytime.

[onebehind]

"Yeah, alright," he agrees easily, getting the door for her. He continues to hold it open, even once she's inside, anticipating her return, once she's set her things down. He reaches for her hand, when she does and he can finally let the door go.

[the_star]

Alma pulls her suitcase into the room, nudging it off to one side and setting her bag down on the bed. Once her hands are free, she returns to him, reaching to meet him halfway and take his hand. "Let's go."

[onebehind]

Lacing their fingers together, Dylan offers her a smile, real and warm, before starting forward. As they head out of their little area, he calls back over his shoulder, "We'll be back. Gimme a call, if you need us."

Or a poke, via the connection. Either way.

[the_star]

"Have fun!" Jack calls, the smirk obvious, and Alma smiles, shaking her head in amusement as she falls into step with Dylan.

When they've gained some distance from the cabanas, she says, "Since Henley didn't say you were there, I'm guessing you hadn't been long?"

[onebehind]

"I think I had just enough time to see what the kids grabbed for me, and look around the room," Dylan confirms, nodding. A pause follows, and then, almost wryly, he tells her, "You know, they broke into my apartment, to pack my shit?"

[the_star]

Alma can't help but laugh at that. "I think I should maybe be more surprised than I am," she decides after a moment. "Did they at least pack you useful things? And not, say... the toaster?"

That feels like something the others would have done to tease him.

[onebehind]

"Pretty sure they did something," Dylan tells her, making a face, "but so far, I haven't found any toasters. I figure it's just a matter of time before something ridiculous falls outta my suitcase, though."

Blame all the giggling he got, through the connection, while they were in his apartment.

[the_star]

She giggles again. "Knowing you're dealing with a bunch of magicians? It could be anything. Rubber chickens or... actual chickens."

She heard about the "exploding" poster they sent to the FBI office, after all.

[onebehind]

"If it's actual chickens, you're helping me clean 'em up," he decides, making a face at her. Because clearly, at this point, if actual chickens are involved, it will have been her fault, somehow. He's surrounded by traitors, he swears.

[the_star]

She doesn't reply to that immediately, just looking thoughtful.

"That would be funny, though. Imagine: a chicken laying eggs on the desk of that coworker everyone seems to hate. Feathers everywhere in the FBI office."

She's not sure if she actually knew Cowan's name before, but she assumes he'll know who she means.

[onebehind]

He does, and his expression softens a little, as he considers it. "As long as the chickens stay in Cowan's office ... "

He'd just have to make sure his and Fuller's doors were closed, when all of this went down.