The council assembles for a normal silly investgation

That night the three of them were gathered in their pjs in the ‘war room’, already in a complete mess despite the lack of nay mystery solving.

“Right,” Robert took the lead, “lets aggregate what we know.

He started pinning things to the corkboard.

“The pyramids have a tunnel collapse, leading to uncovering lost hieroglyphs, prompting History channel to make a video on their findings.”

He took out a photocopy of Mar’s scribbling and pinned it to the board, connecting the two with a red string.

“And today, Mars gets a weird dream and starts scribbling hieroglyphics, with a level of accuracy and precision that she has never displayed before.”

They were silent for a while before Cassandra turned to Mariza.

“So Mars. What exactly happened in your dream, you keep saying it was weird but never elaborated.”

Mariza started at that.

“Oh well, um” She started getting progressively red. “I’m not sure that the exact details of the dream are important bu-“

“Nay! I think this is a critical piece of the puzzle, give us what you can remember verbatim.”

She was quiet for a bit before sighing in defeat.

“Ok, so it was a uh, awetdream.” She mumbled, Cassandra coughed

“A what dream?”

“A wet dream.”

Robert joined her in blushing.

“Oh don’t skimp out now, give us all the sordid details.”

Emboldened by having revealed her folly Mars started.

“Well, it started out different to the normal one, I was in this void with these dessicated mummies, not exactly wet dream material right? But then I heard this voice coming from them and they said something, I don’t remember the exact words but it was some kind of statement? They called me something, Child of the Night? No! Nile, child of the Nile.”

“Wait! Maybe this means that I’m Egyptian.”

“Oh please if wet dreams were the vector by which I was given unknowable knowledge than Id have long since learned to summon a lovely tentacle, don’t you think?”

The line was delivered with a perfect deadpan, and directed to Robert at the end, who was doing a lovely fish impression.

Mariza got a playful glint in her eye. “What about you Robbie? What knowledge do your wet dreams show you?”

He made panicked hand motions and tried to hide the fact that his eyes immediately flickered over to Mars and Cass’ breasts.

“Uhh um no, no dreams case, yes nice lovely smooth, no! case, right here.”

They both just giggled and let him change the subject back to Mars’ dream.

“Right, so, what happened next in your dram.” Rob ‘stealthily’ adjusted his position, nobody was fooled.

“Anyways they said something about their power, they started getting younger and younger and said that they would be giving me a present.”

Robert was nodding furiously, scribbling notes.

He looked up, “What was their present?”

Mariza giggled, “Their penises of course, it was a wet dream after all.”

“Oh, right yes. Were there any hieroglyphics in the dream?”

Mariza took some time to think.

“Now that I think about it yes, their bodies had a bunch of them, it looked like they were tattooed on.”

“Were they the same from your drawings?”

“Yes, I think so.”

He nodded, ripping out the page he was writing and connecting it to the two others on the board.

“Looks like we need to decipher the meaning of them.”

They looked at Cassandra, rolling her eyes good-naturedly.

“Already on it dorkus, I was a bit lost but knowing that these are meant to wrap around a body makes these make way more sense.” She took out her a mostly translated copy and wound the paper around Mariza’s arm. “It looks like this is some kind of call for enhancement, like those Celtic warriors.”

Robert nodded sagely.

“fuck it.” she carefully removed her left arm from her panda onesie Robert looked away despite the fact that even with her arm out revealing more skin on her chest her pjs were still infinitely far less revealing than Mars’. “Tat me up bitch, I’m curious how this looks.” She lobbed a sharpie at Mars who quick got to work drawing the same symbols around her bicep.

Robs curiosity overruled his embarrassment as he watched her work, drawing impossibly accurate glyphs on her arm.

“Aaand there.” Mariza sat back to appreciate her handiwork.

Cassandra twisted her arm around to look at it, “Looks really cool actually.”

“Hang on, the ink isn’t drying right.” Mariza leaned in to give it a quick blow.