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The following morning, Bell hears what sounds like a fire alarm. It's not in their building - it's at least a block away. From her window, she can clearly see the house that's caught, near the train station, and just as clearly see that there isn't any bucket brigade handling it yet.
She seizes her wand from the nightstand and assumes control over the fire; if there's anyone in the unburnt part of the house they'll be able to get out. "SHERLOCK! TONY!" she calls.
Bell wants a second opinion before she snakes this fire down the corner of the house and over the grass to destroy the train station.
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toblameforit
"Does 'exactly as cold as the rest of the room is right now' work for you?"
dark_light
"Yeah, that's fine. You're sure you don't want me to just get the whole room, though?"
toblameforit
"The racks are where I actually want it," he points out. "If you put it on the room, I can't move 'em."
dark_light
"Oh, I see. Okay." Isabella paces, and sets down her cloud-pine, and closes her eyes, and then takes out her notebook and starts scribbling poem-feet and drawing arrows for proposed arrangements thereof.
At length, she spreads her arms so her hands are as far apart as they'll go, stares intently at the servers, and tries a verse six lines long that doesn't rhyme and contains several non-English words.
The rosemary persists.
"Damn."
She returns to scribbling, and finally turns the page and copies down several more promising snatches and otherwise starts over.
At length, she spreads her arms so her hands are as far apart as they'll go, stares intently at the servers, and tries a verse six lines long that doesn't rhyme and contains several non-English words.
The rosemary persists.
"Damn."
She returns to scribbling, and finally turns the page and copies down several more promising snatches and otherwise starts over.
toblameforit
...It's kind of cool! Even though it doesn't work the first time. And she did say.
dark_light
It doesn't work the second time, either. Path starts helping, murmuring quietly in Isabella's ear. Probably too quiet for Tony to hear, but not for Jarvis.
"Cut the part referring directly to the racks. You only need to use them to define the corners."
"Then I have to fill that line with something else..."
"I think it's not getting that you want a uniform temperature, that the spell's not directly about the machines; add another foot about that. Call for autumn, maybe."
"Okay." Scribble scribble.
She tries again.
And the rosemary disappears.
"There," she says, sounding pleased with herself.
"Cut the part referring directly to the racks. You only need to use them to define the corners."
"Then I have to fill that line with something else..."
"I think it's not getting that you want a uniform temperature, that the spell's not directly about the machines; add another foot about that. Call for autumn, maybe."
"Okay." Scribble scribble.
She tries again.
And the rosemary disappears.
"There," she says, sounding pleased with herself.
dark_light
"I dunno, is there anything else worth doing while I'm here? Cool stuff to see? Interesting zombies to meet?"
poeticterms
"I'm sorry," says Jarvis, "as far as I am aware there are no zombies available. Tony could show off his toys, if you're fond of cars, pretty lights, or things that go boom."
dark_light
"Bite me if I accidentally say zombies when I don't mean it again," Isabella tells Path.
"I'll bite you before you say it," he offers.
"Even better. Anyway. I am potentially fond of those things, if you wanna show them off?" she continues to Tony.
"I'll bite you before you say it," he offers.
"Even better. Anyway. I am potentially fond of those things, if you wanna show them off?" she continues to Tony.
dark_light
Isabella follows after him. After tripping on something that does not exist, she sets her cloud-pine to floating and drifts after him a couple of feet off the ground instead.
dark_light
"Clumsy. On the ground, anyway. Flying's easier to the point where it's a wonder my legs haven't atrophied to sticks."
toblameforit
"Hey, whatever works. You could always tack an exercise bike onto your flying tree branch," he suggests whimsically.
dark_light
"So I don't think that will be happening. I do walk sometimes, I just give up on it when I trip," she shrugs. "What kinds of fancy toys do I get to see?"
toblameforit
"You get to see my garage! It has integrated holographic projection, all my cars, and a buncha shit I'm working on. Jarvis was kidding about boom, by the way, I do not work on anything more naturally explosive than a V12 engine in my own house, that would just be asking for trouble."
dark_light
"Neat," says Isabella. "I have been in a car before. Like... twice. When I was... five."
toblameforit
"...Why not since then? I mean, flying, but you didn't learn to fly when you were five, did you?"