"Hellooooo," she calls into the house, "who's home?"
"Of course! Want to join an interworld community of Jarvises?" Amariah inquires.
"Cool. Where do you want me to plug this thing in?" she asks, conjuring, splitting, and holding up an ansible-pair.
Amariah waits. "So, we took over an afterlife," she says conversationally, "and a new member of the peal came with a useful computer-person who likes to eat Internets."
"There's lots of us, haven't you met, like, four? A bunch of Bells is called a peal. And now we can all get together whenever we want so it seemed a bit more urgent to have a name for the lot of us."
"Hi, am I supposed to install something somewhere?"
"A half-ansible," says Amariah, handing one over, "so Jarvis can network up with some more of him."
Amariah waits. The other Jarvises can recommend Jane to this one.
"The router in this house" is the sort of thing that teleportation can find. Port, conjure, plug, yoink.
"Us Bells are throwing a big party in Eos in a few hours to celebrate taking over the afterlife, which the local Tony and Sherlock are welcome to attend. Jane can take them there and back. The afterlife, by the way, isn't hooked up to this world, but that can be fixed. Since we moved in it's much better than nothing. Oh, and you have a Libby here, right? She can come too, there's gonna be two more of her there probably."
"...Do you mean Elizabeth? Obadiah's former fiancee? I'll... have Tony extend the invitation, I suppose."
"Or not if he or Sherlock doesn't think she should come, but Stella and Juliet both have one of her working for them," shrugs Amariah. "Is there any reason to object to hooking this world up to the afterlife? Also Juliet means to come through all the worlds with vampires like her world has and render them non-contagious, but I can do that for her while I'm here, again, as long as there's no reason not to."
Star cuts off the reproductive capabilities of vampires. A call to Jane gets the world queued for inclusion. "Is there anyone a friend-of-the-Bells here is liable to want jumped out of the queue in the afterlife?" she inquires. "And brought here, walking around and conscious and only technically dead?"
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