"The router in this house" is the sort of thing that teleportation can find. Port, conjure, plug, yoink.

[Yum, yum.]

"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."

"I see no reason not to implement either of those plans."

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?"

"...I don't believe so."

"...Hi," says Amariah. "You look like - oh, I know, you look like Petaal when she's being a she."

"Ooh, who's that?"

"My boyfriend's daemon." Path is out; she prefers that he be out, as long as she doesn't feel that he's particularly unsafe. She gestures at him where he sits on her shoulder. "This is mine, but Petaal's less stably shaped."

"Yes?"

"He look like me too?"

"Well, sort of, except he generally sticks with being a guy. Not all the time. He's a little younger, I guess. I'm just more accustomed to Petaal looking like you than Kas."

"So more like..."

"...this?" she inquires.

"Yes. Except, again, younger. I guess you're a Whistle too!"

"Well," says Amariah, "you caught me at a good time, because we're actually going to go to a huge party with lots of Whistles. Like, counting you, seven of 'em."

"Sign me up!"

"Done. You want to come hang out in my world for a bit before the party starts?"

"You betcha!"