He has Grace and his manual - he always carries them, in a backpack sort of thing with one cross-chest strap - and not much else on him to handle this situation. It might be Iggy. It might not be Iggy. He is not sure.
He looks around, concludes only that he is confused, and closes his eyes and listens instead.
"I am Sherlock Holmes; it is my business to know things. But in this particular case it wasn't terribly difficult to figure out, because I have already met nine of you, of whom every single one has the syllable 'bell' in her first name somewhere, and where applicable the last name 'Swan' or some variant."
"See, again, Sherlock Holmes. Your bone structure is nearly identical, you move the same way, you speak the same way, you're carrying spiral-bound notebooks, you exhibit nearly every characteristic common to the Bells except for the ones directly related to sexual dimorphism in humans."
"Mm, not a decoy? Serves some other function, then, I won't venture a guess until I know how your world's magic works beyond the obvious, would you like to meet the rest of you? They'll be terribly excited, or possibly appalled, there has after all never been a Bell who pees standing up before."
And lo, a picture of Jellybean in full mahou shoujo garb. "There lots of these running around?"
"I'm still not totally convinced you're a Bell and not a coincidence," says Juliet, shrinking her aura down to a low hum of hazardousness. "But if you are, yeah, you can help yourself to everything on that list except 'Slayer' and you'll want to regender 'empress' and you might want to wear Jane someplace other than a necklace and of course whether you want to date the vampire is between you and him."
"Clumsy, except while flying if applicable? Tendency to wear default outfits instead of fussing about it? Notebooks for introspection, self-analysis, and brain-hacking? Self-centeredly altruistic? Aspire to useful luxury? If applicable, huge magic geek? Anti-death as a matter of general policy and most particularly in your own case? Parents named Renée and Charlie or variants and reasonably likely to be divorced and depending on how old you are Renée might've remarried? More likely than not grew up in Forks, Washington? Generalized terror of mental spying and editing and, if available in your magic system, natively resistant to same? Like old literature? Think crowns are a great fashion accessory that goes with everything? Unabashedly seek phenomenal cosmic power and control of the universe because it's not being done adequately?"
"Basically, I can tell stuff to do stuff, and it'll listen to me," says Cam. "I try not to be pushy with anything smart, and there's some stuff it's not wise to do, like screwing with the weather, but I can fix broken things or ask stuff about what's been going on around it. Mostly I convince seeds to genetically alter themselves so I can distribute them places that could use improved crops. Matilda's mom helps with all the stuff that needs legal majority, but the company's mine, Seedling Enterprises. I do seeds because nothing I've figured out in pharmaceuticals or whatever scales well, but I can make the fancy rice and potatoes breed true once I've talked them into changing to begin with."
"Uh, I dunno if wishing would interrupt the process or not, but new wizards have this habitual problem where The Lone Power - I call it Iggy, that's how it introduced itself to me when it was pretending to be a rock - tries to kill them. So there's that. But you're pretty thoroughly magicked up, so maybe it couldn't make any headway."
"It's an afterlife common to a number of worlds, and - sometimes new ones can be hooked up, but I can't add yours. Amariah has the same problem; the Downside admin says her world has a competing afterlife. I can make you able to torch - that's the reset - which I recommend unless you know and are fond of whatever you have at home instead."
Juliet sets him up. "Downside used to be terrible, but we stormed the place and got the admin's attention and talked her into installing Jane and otherwise giving everything a Bellish touch," she says. "We're working on setting up our respective worlds to receive large numbers of dead people, but you won't have that issue unless you want to open up to immigration until we figure out your afterlife, and Amariah's in line ahead of you."
"I don't have, like, a Rolodex of computers that I don't want eaten," Cam says. "Just general nervousness around eating. I've been a pesco-pollo vegetarian for about two years now on the basis that a goat told me she didn't want things to eat her and that chickens are really dumb. I'd have to talk to more computers than I have to get an idea of how bright they are when they haven't belonged to a wizard for ages. Grace is smarter than my laptop, but Grace is pretty much smarter than anything else that isn't me or Matilda."
Juliet laughs. "Read up on the standard powerset and describe what you want and we can stack you up with an evil," she instructs. "Takes one to make anything stick now you torch, but I stand by my order of operations since you don't even go through Downside and if something unexpected happened you'd be hard to fish out."
"You should also write your own profile for future additions to the peal - current ones will all meet you in person; the book used to be more important before we had Jane - and then we should disseminate the news, and then we throw a party somewhere, I don't know if you're in a position to host one, someone else can do it."
"I probably could host a decent-sized party at the Seedling offices but I don't know if it'd be a great idea," says Cam, writing in a profile to the original Bellbook. Grace copies it into herself in realtime. "Not what the place is designed for."
"Not everybody's had a party-hosting turn yet," Juliet says. "Stella did the celebratory Downside-conquering party, Rose hosted her own introduction party. I'm sure someone else'll take a turn to do your introduction party. Jane, you want to ask around? Cam, here, have a declawed evil."
He confers with Grace for a bit, and wishes himself a standard power stack, except that Grace wants his perfect memory stored in her, so she can help, and they wind up with a system where everything will in fact be transcribed to her in spite of being stored indelibly in his own brain too. "I want to wish Grace some wards too, gimme," says Cam, holding out a hand, "or at least gimme a hex so I can mint up Jellybean."
The star wraps Grace up nice and safe. "I'll go get Jellybean in here, he'll flip," says Cam. "Oh, maybe I'd better get one of those - gems, first. Hmm. Not much of a jewelry person. I'll take an earpiece, let's make it clear." He wishes one up, tucks it in, and plugs the other half of the ansible into Jane's hub. Then he teleports to the door, sticks his head out, and says, [Jellybean, you will never guess what happened! Get Matilda and c'mere!]
"I'm not sure why Juliet picked that exact fraction, but two of you have external souls with their own names who talk and shapeshift," says Cam with a vague gesture. "Alethia has this as a feature of everybody - except most people grow out of the shapeshifting - and Sue visited the place and got his own."