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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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she_sells_seashells
"Yep!" she says. "Oh, and 2.2 and above can recognize containers, more or less - if you hold a clean bowl and say "ice cream", it'll put ice cream in the bowl. Otherwise you'd just have a floating ball of ice cream," she giggles.
she_sells_seashells
"Well, as long as it floated, you could eat it out of the air, right?" giggles Bell. "How does the floating work, anyway? Does it stay until someone touches it, or until someone tries to move it, or what?"
"It stays until someone takes it," she says. "Bumping into it by accident won't make it fall, but if you weren't looking where you were going and you put your hand on it like you were going to pick it up, that might."
"...I'd have a bowl underneath if you were going to try it," she says. "And you might just end up driving it around with the spoon, depending how much the levitation wanted to say in one place. There's some variance in these things."
she_sells_seashells
"I had actually failed to add a spoon to my mental picture," admits Bell. "Okay. Can I get, like, a list of cornucopia specifications by version number, so we can explain those if we wind up passing these things out en masse?"
"Yeah!" she says. "Do you have your computer with you? I guess not."
she_sells_seashells
"I can get it."
She can! Her room is closer than the Belltower, and that's where it is. She's back a minute later, less cornucopia-laden.
She can! Her room is closer than the Belltower, and that's where it is. She's back a minute later, less cornucopia-laden.
Matilda transfers a new subfolder into the magic manual. It's labeled 'Experimental', and it contains the version notes on cornucopias and a draft of someone's paper on unicorns.
she_sells_seashells
"Thanks," says Bell. "Oh, by the way, I made a brief note about you in the Belltower guestbook. If you run into other Bells who don't have their own magic like Isabella does they might ask you to be contagious at them. In case it doesn't work the same way for everyone." She shrugs and looks away.
"Okay," she says.
she_sells_seashells
"I'm going to go find the Sherlocks and Tonies in case they want keys," Bell says. "Bye again! Thanks again!"
And she goes looking. They don't seem to be in the main bar, so she starts checking their rooms, starting with the one where she found them last time.
And she goes looking. They don't seem to be in the main bar, so she starts checking their rooms, starting with the one where she found them last time.
sicaria
Success! They are cuddlepiling again. The other Sherlock is braiding Sherlock's hair.
she_sells_seashells
"Okay, that's preposterously cute," Bell says of the hair braiding. "Who wants a key to the Belltower?" She's got enough in her pocket; she can give any extras back, or just keep them in her room.
she_sells_seashells
"Okay." Bell eyes the cuddlepile speculatively.
It looks very cuddly.
But maybe it's only for genetically identical people?
(Isabella doesn't project a particularly cuddly look, for some reason, however affectionate her owl was being with Kas's critter.)
It looks very cuddly.
But maybe it's only for genetically identical people?
(Isabella doesn't project a particularly cuddly look, for some reason, however affectionate her owl was being with Kas's critter.)
bitofafiction
"You are invited," says Sherlock, without looking up from his hair-braiding.
she_sells_seashells
Now she has to figure out logistics. This would be easier if her Sherlock were on an end. Hmm.
Eventually she determines dignified cuddling to be, if not an oxymoron, at least a non-priority, and worms her way in between her Sherlock and the nearest Tony.
Eventually she determines dignified cuddling to be, if not an oxymoron, at least a non-priority, and worms her way in between her Sherlock and the nearest Tony.
she_sells_seashells
Eeeeee.
Isabella and Kas looked like they had some unfinished business, and there's also the rest of Isabella's profile for her to write. Isabella will not start thinking Bell's run off without a final agreement on the Belltower's completion for the next while.
Snuggle.
Isabella and Kas looked like they had some unfinished business, and there's also the rest of Isabella's profile for her to write. Isabella will not start thinking Bell's run off without a final agreement on the Belltower's completion for the next while.
Snuggle.
dark_light
Meanwhile, Isabella is still listening to Path.
Until he finishes explaining.
"That's a good idea," she says, sounding almost faint.
"We were thinking about global problems, but the alethiometer will know things about us, too," says Path brightly.
"Unless," says Isabella, frowning, "the birth blessing throws it off somehow. But it's at least worth a try."
Until he finishes explaining.
"That's a good idea," she says, sounding almost faint.
"We were thinking about global problems, but the alethiometer will know things about us, too," says Path brightly.
"Unless," says Isabella, frowning, "the birth blessing throws it off somehow. But it's at least worth a try."