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Several meta layers up, there is a... room.
As a courtesy to those of its occupants who prefer rooms, it does have a modality in which it presents itself that way: a room, with as many chairs as it needs, and a bulletin board, and a vending machine with candy and chips and concepts sold for nothing to anyone with the right prerequisites.
On the bulletin board, if one chooses to perceive it as a bulletin board (and not as a wiki or a flower or an ineffable cloud of information or an eternally malleable clay tablet) people whose only common trait is that they get to come here leave each other notes.
Notes about physics, about magic, about grand sweeps of narrative. Notes from people desperate to fix a never-ending heap of problems, smug about the condition of their homes, curious about the wider omniverse. Signed with names and sigils and "you ought to know who I am". Terse or verbose or nested with as much meaning as interests the reader.
In the vending machine, if one chooses to perceive it as a vending machine (and not a basket or a fruiting tree or a file repository or a crystalline fractal) are many things... and they have notes connecting them to their reviews on the bulletin board.
This one, for instance. She (it's usually, but not invariably, a she) has fairly glowing reviews from most of her previous purchasers. Here is what you need to install her; here are some things that are recommended for best results but optional especially if you just want to use her as a beacon for her other instances; here are some things she comes with as add-ons you can take or leave; here is what she is good for. The reviewers who don't like her are annoyed that theirs was too good at it, if you read between the lines. Well, that and the fact that if your universe is unpleasant enough sometimes these critters figure out how to flip you off and leave before they figure out how to solve all your problems. (There is a tangent thread about alternative solutions to similar problems which come bundled with stronger irrational attachment to their homes, but they have more stringent installation requirements.)
They come in these colors and styles; you will need to compensate for the following standard-issue drawbacks in some way if you require services of them that intersect with those areas of disability; they are only rated for upbringings of the following severity and are less likely to hate you if you stay thoroughly under that limit and less likely to fail at important goals if they are given opportunity to self-educate; if you have a way to generate them as instant adults they can begin work immediately but on the standard trajectory age six is the absolute earliest and teens is customary...
There is a chart (if one chooses to perceive it as a chart) of template interactions that have been tried before, but a lot of the more interesting accessory and companion templates are out-of-network for some visitors. What a pity.
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"I couldn't begin to guess."
giftedandtalented
"Maybe it's to do with how humans don't live very long."
"I suppose that would inevitably lead to turnover, but why exacerbate the problem?" he muses.
giftedandtalented
"Because... um... I'm guessing but maybe it's because it's a lot of work to find the best person and then you wouldn't get to keep them very long, so instead you try lots of people and maybe they can all learn from each other and if one of them is not very good at least they aren't there forever?"
"I suppose that makes sense," he says dubiously.
giftedandtalented
"But I know there used to be a lot of kings and queens, so I'm not sure."
swordofeden
"From what I recall of the relevant books I've read, there were a handful of very bad kings and queens in the relevant countries, and the people got fed up and kicked them out and decided that they were going to decide who was going to be in charge next, and picked a method as far from the old one as possible because the old one had failed so badly."
Skalz shakes his head. "Mortals."
giftedandtalented
"Well, if you were a democracy here then if people wanted spaceships they could try to get rulers who'd cooperate right."
He shrugs.
giftedandtalented
Mehitabel continues peppering the fairy with a variety of questions while riding around his unicorn and taking pictures. Eventually, though, it is bedtime, and she gets off the unicorn and they go back to the tent to camp.
swordofeden
Even though there are two mattresses, Anaphiel doesn't sleep. She pretends to--she lies down and closes her eyes and breathes the even breath of the unconscious--but they are in an unfamiliar location and not for example an actual campground where someone would be liable if anything happened to them, and she doesn't need to sleep, so she keeps her divine senses focused on their surroundings through the night.
giftedandtalented
Mehitabel is pretty much a human. Zzzzz.
In the morning: "What other things are good to see in Fairyland?"
In the morning: "What other things are good to see in Fairyland?"
swordofeden
"Is there anything in particular that you wanted to know that Scalz didn't have a good enough answer for yesterday?"
giftedandtalented
"I'm kinda curious if I can get a noble to talk to me without having to tell them I'm a Christ child."
swordofeden
"...Well, given that the odds of anyone in Fairyland finding out that I've been spending the past decade and change hanging out as a small-town librarian instead of doing the kinds of things angels usually do on Earth is somewhere between slim and slimmer, I could admit to being an angel and claim you as a human fosterling I picked up somewhere without bringing your true nature into it."
giftedandtalented
"Picked up somewhere," giggles Mehitabel. "That could work!"
swordofeden
"In that case, it would have to be one of the ones who already knows for sure, if we don't want to have to deal with the tedium of someone having their first Close Encounter of the Third Kind."
swordofeden
"Oh, it's a classification system usually referring to aliens. Hypothetical aliens. A close encounter of the first kind is an alleged UFO sighting, a close encounter of the second kind is an alleged physical effect like a crop circle, and a close encounter of the third kind is alleged contact. I'm not an alien, but the principle holds."
swordofeden
"I'm not an extraterrestrial." Beat. "I'm not from any planet that isn't Earth, anyway."
swordofeden
"I've never been in a flying saucer in my life," she asserts virtuously.