To start with, there are now eight Bells. Pattern isn't bringing anyone besides herself, and Aegis no one besides herself and her Whistle, but everyone else -
Between Alice, the Joker, the rescued Queenie, Kas, Micaiah, and Sue, plus Ghosty who Amariah picked up on her way home, that's seven Whistles. (Stella thinks ahead: there is a soundproofed orgy chamber away from the main party awning. With a few nodes off of it in case more than one orgy forms; she can think of at least two other likely ones.)
There's an equally absurd number of Sherlocks and Tonies if you count them together. They have Juliet's matched set, Shell Bell's matched set, two other matched sets from Bell-less worlds (one with souled vampire, one both human), a stray Tony, and a stray Sherlock from Downside.
Amariah grabbed a random Libby on top of the random extra Whistle, but at least she's not incorporating anyone from home.
Golden's bringing much of her family and many of her friends - although Edward is staying home, that still leaves Elspeth and Jacob, Alice and Jasper with little Brandon, Rosalie and Emmett and little Henry, Nathan accompanying his mate and their child Kerron, Esme and Carlisle and their Lily, Addy, and Elena who'll get to see her brother. Golden claims that this is a conservative list and she could easily have produced another twenty enthusiastic guests. Stella doesn't doubt it. She puts up a few signs reading Please Conduct Adult Conversation Only Via Brainphone. Little Half-Vampires Have Good Ears And Perfect Memories. As a last-minute surprise, Golden has taken Elspeth's suggestion to bring Edward's deceased mother Elizabeth, too.
Juliet has, on top of her boyfriend and his - progenitor? - her tiny Libby, James, a tagalong thereto called Virginia, and a ghost called Minnie, plus Giles.
Angela's list is more modest: her, her husband, and their friends Alleluia and Caleb.
Shell Bell is responsible for half the Sherlocks-and-Tonies all by herself, a tagalong called Pepper, and also someone called Darcy and also Matilda. (Shell Bell is also the reason Angela is not inviting her brother-in-law.)
Stella herself is responsible for inviting Libby, Orfeo, Chris, Mary, Anna, Sandy, Eights, Chainsaw, Lazarus, Kolya (who is informed that it would be awfully inconvenient for a majority of Bells to all have to coordinate on pretending he doesn't exist when only one of them has even met him to be able to identify him in the first place, so he can simply stay home if he's planning to be hidey), and Bridget.
Stella sets up a name tag system. Everyone will have a tag stuck to them. Solo persons - a minority - will just have their names. People with template names and nicknames will have both stamped on automatically. ("Hi! I'm a Bell, and you can call me Stella!"; "Hi! I'm a Whistle, and you can call me Alice!" "Hi! I'm a Sherlock, and I don't have a distinguishing nickname yet but as soon as I pick one it will appear here!")
She conjures up a nice buffet of food and beverages which will stay its correct temperature until consumed, and assorted synthetics for the vampires (labeled not for human consumption), and dishes and flatware (all glass; even some of the food-eating guests might dissolve anything else) and fusses with the awning opacity until it lets in just the right amount of sun, and, what the hell, she throws in a stage in case Angela wants to sing or she decides to play the flute or someone decides to pentagon some other performative skill to entertain the crowd. She makes sure there are enough bathrooms for all the people who still need bathrooms.
She puts out a few tables here and there with little bowls of squares and triangles - a mix of her glowing red and Alice's shifty black - in them for everyone's convenience. She accumulates coins in those sizes faster than she generally uses them and has a great many, so there are plenty for anyone to dip and wish if something comes up. She double-checks to make sure the Martian ground rules prohibit any misuses available for those size coins.
Jane gets one of those high-tech holographic projectors, on wheels, which she promptly manifests in, drives around the floor, and makes faces through.
Shell Bell designs a power that will let her see hypothetical coin colors even on non-mints. It doesn't have to last long, so she only spends a pentagon on it, then peers around.
The other human Sherlock is likewise grey, but his is bright and pale and flatly opaque, like an overcast sky at noon.
Plus is another grey, not foggy-smoky like Minus's but almost transparent, with darker tendrils curling through it like the smoke from a snuffed candle.
Shell Bell conjures up associated illusions of squares in front of each for everyone to look at as she looks at each one.
Among the Tonies, one is bright red, like a sports car or a fire truck; one is a brilliant blue-white that seems like it should be glowing, although it gives off no light; and one is a blue so dark it's almost black, with enough reflective gloss to obscure the underlying shade almost completely.
"So, Pearl," Shell Bell says to her Sherlock. "And... Aluminum? Is that aluminum?"
"And this," says another Tony, gesturing to his illusory square, "is an arc reactor. Awesome."
"Okay, so turning all this into names isn't perfectly straightforward, but 'Arc' is totally in keeping with how nicknaming has been going on, and 'McLaren' isn't far off, and I guess mine can just be Red unless this also represents some iconic object I don't recognize?" She peers at the undead Tony's square. "And Shell Bell's is Aluminum. And we should name some worlds while we're at it - there's kind of a sun theme for the ones that are oddly like Sunshine. Jarvis named the world he was copied in from Helios. Plus, did you ever decide between Apollo and Ra?"
"Uh," says the one.
"But what if we kind of hate them," says the other.
"Well, I don't mind 'Red'," the third undistinguished Tony says with a shrug. His nametag updates.
"I mean," 'McLaren' continues, "not that I don't love the car, because I do love the car, but I don't want to be the car."
"And 'Arc' just sounds weird, I mean, it's an arc reactor, why not just call me 'Fusion', it's still dorky but it makes slightly more sense."
"Picky, picky," snorts Juliet. "Fusion's fine. As for you," she says to the one with the car-colored coin, "I'm out of other ideas."
"...I think it's your screwdriver, from your Games," Shell Bell realizes aloud to her Tony, frowning at his illusion square.
The car-coloured Tony shrugs. "Let's put the pressure on somebody else for a minute," he suggests. "Like, say, my Sherry." He points at the one with the sky-grey square.
"...Looks like a cloud to me," says Juliet. "How's Cloud? I'm starting to find it kind of miraculous that I kept the nickname my Sherlock gave me considering that there's so little overlap in taste, though, so I won't be stunned if you reject it."
Shell Bell glances at Iron Man. "D'you want to name your world? Or should I talk to Darcy about that instead?"
"My ideas are not meeting with much approval here. Of course no one should start going by a nickname they hate just to soothe my ego, but meanwhile I am... hmm... yeah, the only Bell known who didn't pick her own nickname, except Golden who was named by other Bells, and I like being Juliet just fine. Asymmetrical." She shrugs. "Not a big deal. Cloud or not Cloud?"