When Vanda Nossëo is satisfied that this place is a good advertisement for humane political institutions they will fund shuttles to Voa every fifteen minutes. 

Elsewhere Macalaurës take their Rebeccas to a series of Catholic weddings on Warp. 

Peka had not met her alts before. "Hi. Uh. It's really weird that you look like me but with different hair."

"And art!"

"And art, yes. I like the leg one."

"That's from annoying a Balrog! They have these fire whip things, real nasty!"

"Augh," says a non-Eclipse Rebecca.

Beka's Macalaurë squeezes her protectively. "We dumped an ocean on them and now they are no longer on fire."

"Are all the ones who've got religion getting married today -"

"I have a feeling it'd be hard to talk them into waiting any longer. Even if it'd mean getting to be the center of attention."

Eclipse one giggles and dips her head. Cube, Wish, and Aurum smile. "I don't mind sharing," says the Aurum one.

"I am confused that the demonstrable nonexistence of the Catholic afterlife and the existence of hundreds of universes where Catholicism is not true and the fact Jesus is in Limbo and you can just go talk to him did not inspire you to abandon Catholicism."

"It would be really presumptuous to go talk to Jesus!" says Wish Rebecca.

"He's probably really busy," agrees Cube Rebecca.

"Also I think maybe we were in purgatory and forgot about it," adds Aurum Rebecca.

"Drop it, dear."

"We could resurrect another Jesus for them to -"

"Dear."

"Anyway," says Eclipse Rebecca's Macalaurë, "I see no reason to wait."

"Oh, see, the reason to wait is that then you get to make a splash with the news you're seeing her and a splash with the news you're engaged and a splash with the wedding."

"That sounds like it would take a long time!" says Eclipse Rebecca.

"Yes, but we'll have all eternity to be married, we can only court once."

"Being married is the fun part!" say all Catholic Rebeccas present including the one who is already married.

"They can't fuck till they get married," Beka stage-whispers to Peka.

"That is obviously false," Peka whispers back, glancing at the Catherines who have all been labeled in Sharpie lest they be mixed up.

"Yeah I know," Beka whispers back. "But they don't wanna, except for how they do, so they're getting married."

Unmarried Catholic Rebeccas get patted by indulgent boyfriends.

Indulgent boyfriends are rewarded with adoring gazes!