Pattern's perfectly willing to accommodate her mint's schedule. She and other Bells whose channels are in the orgy at any given time (especially when Beast is too, or when someone has already borrowed him) hang out in Tethys, chatting about this and that. There is speculation about whether Angela's upcoming daughter will wind up as an alt of a daughter Rose could eventually have, and Aegis tells everyone about bringing back to "life" all the soldiers she and Sue lost in battle and putting them on the colony worlds they were originally destined for. Stella relates the story of her meeting with the Eosian President of the United States on the subject of resurrecting the dead. Everyone sympathizes with Amariah, who doesn't have such an option.
Micaiah is the first one to request a break that doesn't involve sex; he just curls up in his angel's arms and leans on her and shivers for a while.
Angela is perfectly willing to oblige. "Maybe we shouldn't try to do everything in a day," she says. "Maybe we should come back in a week? A few installments."
"Yeah, even if they can go on being channels for us until we're all auraed up, I'm not sure they're going to be left able to do any of their own casting," Juliet says. "You might have to host again, Pattern."
"I suppose they'll be able to decide," Angela says, running her hand gently down Micaiah's arm. She turns her read on so she'll know if he wants to go home outright.
"I don't mind doing something like this again. I don't exactly have anything underway on Earth that would give me a scheduling problem," Pattern says.
Nope, he just wants to cuddle her while the pain settles. It's still nice.
"Hey, Angela," says Juliet, squinting. "I think you might have some aura. I didn't notice right away because you sort of always look like that, but - I dunno, can you flare and withdraw for contrast?"
Angela tilts her head and does so. There is a very, very faint difference, but with it pointed out it's still distinctly noticeable. One moment she's an angel, divine essence of sweetness, and the next moment she's an angel, a person with wings.
"You're all - angely," says Juliet. "I think you got an aura of benevolence or something."
"Yes, your angel," murmurs Angela, smiling and pressing a gentle kiss to his temple.
"I'm not getting anything much off you, Juliet. What about me? I think I've gotten more casting in so far than Angela has."
"I'm not getting anything off you either," says Juliet, shaking her head. "Maybe they don't all develop at the same rate."
Maybe he can do some channeling again soon. Not now, but in a few minutes. He's feeling a little better. Back to pouring hexes - it was stars for a while there.
Queenie and the Joker teleport into the break room. They are both fully clothed, but the Joker is mostly not wearing his makeup anymore, and some of it seems to have made its way to Queenie's face instead.