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Bella bikes to the airport on Friday. She gets a little reading done on her flight, then sleeps-on-purpose through the remainder of the trip, waking up precisely when the plane touches down. One nice bonus that she didn't even explicitly build into the power is that she can sleep at will in virtually any position; she doesn't have to get comfy if that's not convenient.
She steps off the plane, backpack full of her things over her shoulders, and stalks into the halls of LaGuardia, eyes peeled for Libby.
self_composed
prima-sequentem
"Well, hello," says Libby, about three-quarters to the room and one-quarter to the person who is presumably Whistle.
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Alice bounces a little, looks around, flashes a friendly grin at Libby just because, and then puts his hands on his hips and looks at Bella.
"Am I on the moon?" he demands.
"Am I on the moon?" he demands.
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"You are one hundred percent on the moon!" Bella says brightly. "Alice, this is Libby. Libby, Alice, also known as Whistle."
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He bounces over to Bella and hugs her hard enough to lift her off the ground, not that that is difficult, because they are on the moon.
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Bella is perfectly happy to hug Alice back. "So, Libby's going to help me take over the world, and probably isn't going to kidnap anyone we like anymore or spy on us, and I have decided to rule the world from the moon," Bella explains to Alice.
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"You're awesome," he says. "Awesome and magic."
Then he puts her down and turns to face Libby, a little clumsily, because the gravity here takes some getting used to.
"Hi! Ooh, you know what this place needs? Cookies." A plate of cookies appears on the table; he flops into a chair and picks one up. "I'm eating cookies on the moon," he announces. "I love you, Bella."
Then he puts her down and turns to face Libby, a little clumsily, because the gravity here takes some getting used to.
"Hi! Ooh, you know what this place needs? Cookies." A plate of cookies appears on the table; he flops into a chair and picks one up. "I'm eating cookies on the moon," he announces. "I love you, Bella."
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Bella agrees with this assessment and ruffles Alice's hair. "There's a door from here to your lair," she informs him. "So you can come and go without making separate wishes."
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"I think we should move the other doors from my lair up here; it's getting kinda crowded," he says. "Whatcha think? Did you make room for that somewhere?"
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"There's lots of room, yes, and I agree," says Bella. "I'll line them up near the front door. It does not yet make sense to have a front door, really, but I'm thinking moon city." Hex hex hex, and there's a door from the moon to Toronto, to Stanford, and to her own bedroom back in Forks. "It would probably be best to put one in to New York too; where should that go, Libby?"
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Nom nom.
"I'll think about it," she says, "just a moment. That is a truly excellent cookie, Alice; did you bake them yourself?"
"I'll think about it," she says, "just a moment. That is a truly excellent cookie, Alice; did you bake them yourself?"
prima-sequentem
"I wonder if these are the first cookies eaten on the moon," muses Libby. "Anybody know?"
self_composed
"We are," hums Bella. "Libby, what can you tell me about the leverage your organization has over various institutional type things? I can just start curing diseases and stuff right now, in theory, but I'm concerned that I'll destabilize something which is made of humans, and then won't be able to fix it without brute force. I could have done it before, but I didn't want to make any major moves before I had you figured out."
prima-sequentem
"In the sense where about sixty percent of my not-that-sinister organization is made up of various flavours of criminal who know me by that name."
self_composed
"So it's, like, your codename? It's a decent codename if you're going to run a criminal organization."