Better not linger in her starting place too much longer. Yellow's faster than her and may have already come home to a wreck. Thorn might have a habit of checking up on the place, even, just in case. She's invisible, inaudible, unsmellable - that won't help if he sends someone thorough. Or comes in person.
She sets out.
She's been flying for about thirty minutes after her shopping trip when she falls through a tear and squeaks inaudibly and lands in the middle of -
"Weeks, weeks, years, forever." Bonesaw points to Shatterbird, herself, Mannequin, and the Siberian in turn.
Promise gates to her nicely flattened Valley Continent tree. "Don't damage anything. When I finish my sentence, go in that direction but don't leave the tree or behave in such a way as to be detectable from outside of it." She puts wood down over her bookshelf again.
The Siberian, she doesn't enforce this on yet.
"What's your range?" she asks when the other three are through.
Projection across gates hasn't exactly been tested, but the Valley Continent is further than miles from Captain's Hill.
"...If I turn you over to the Protectorate in this body do you expect to be able to keep up with yourself unproblematically?"
"Historically, this body disappears and reappears closer to the other one. I have never been prevented from doing that. If I were, it would probably erode my ability to use either one."
She tells the location completely and honestly. (Following directions to the unstoppable cannibalistic serial killer's house: a reasonable idea under the circumstances.)
"Try going through the gate. If anything compromising your functionality starts to happen, come back."
The Siberian goes through the space where the gate is. What she doesn't do is go through the gate. She stops when she's across the line.
"Hmm -" Promise picks up the nearest unimportant-looking object and tosses it through where the gate used to be.
"Does your projection have to be this shape and size?"
And she remakes the gate and goes into the tree where her other vassals are waiting.
"Currently," she announces to these, "I am motivated to arrange that your treatment be humane by my own standards, which probably means holding you myself until and unless I work something out with the mortal authorities. I strongly recommend cooperating with me within the scope of the freedom I allow you, because I don't expect to keep that motivation long if you play little games with my orders and make nuisances of yourself, considering who I'm dealing with here. That having been said: you may drink the water, you may if left unattended for longer than two days eat the berries that look like so," she displays a haw, "and the candied dewdrops," she produces an example, "if left long enough for deleterious effects from hunger to set in you may eat the other food in my kitchen, you may talk excepting any utterances primarily intended to make my life inconvenient, and you may move about the interior of this tree in ways that don't injure each other, it, or my non-comestible possessions. Do any of you have any requests or inquiries?"
They parse that for a bit, and then Bonesaw asks "what counts as injuring each other? I can probably make food even less important for those of us that still eat, but I'd have to cut us open to do it."
"You and I are going to need to have a much longer conversation and order set about your powers before I start planning on letting you use them in any systematic fashion, that's if I don't wind up turning you over at all, and I don't plan to leave you here that long. That said, if I leave you unattended for four weeks you may perform interventions on yourself and Shatterbird to increase your shelf life with no side effects I might have wanted to forbid, where the fact that the interventions are surgical does not count as such. Anything else?"