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Having minions comes in handy surprisingly often. They aren't very effective at tasks, but they're very good at acting miniony, and in some contexts it is exactly what she needs for added diplomatic consequence to have three or four of them following her around, addressing her as "Your Majesty", carrying stuff for her. They wanted detailed feedback; they get it. She learns all their names and supplies reports whenever anything out of the ordinary happens and once every other month. They're even doing pretty neat things with the garden. There is now a dense red-flowered shrub that is sort of the same shape as her. Soph has taken it upon herself to teach them board games and hangs out in the palace playing Parcheesi with available minions plus Tony on a routine basis.
Val's interview with James goes well; Bella starts calling her Ambassador, but only when she feels like getting laughed at. Other ambassadors accumulate. There's always work to do, and when it becomes wearying there's always people to love. Bella doesn't sleep. Sleep is boring.
She has a crown now, which pleases the minions to no end, though she doesn't usually wear it when she's not on Mercury. It's simple, just a ring that comes to a peak over her forehead, made of glossy indigo metal that matches her Jane-necklace. It attracts flames when she auras.
Here she is, not-sleeping with two minions, Soph, and Monopoly. When it's not her turn she is reading up on the cultural practices of the Kknrr demons.
cross_and_bow
cross_and_bow
"Your call," shrugs Juliet. "It'll depend on how I'm doing for stars and how cooperative the door is on any given day how quick I go get anybody you lose, though, I can't readily get ahold of Aurora for a wheelbarrowful of big coins and I have a lot of demonic shit to handle with my available influx."
she_sells_seashells
"Speaking of that sort of thing I wonder if I should door us to Rainbow to pick up coins? You lean on the others more than anybody, with a Sunshine world and no Joker."
cross_and_bow
"...Maybe. I don't suppose you can door to 'wherever the hell Aegis and company went'."
she_sells_seashells
"I can try it, I got to Rainbow in the first place - are you okay?" Shell Bell asks Iron Man. "Are we in your way? We can go if you'd rather."
she_sells_seashells
"Okay. So we'll go and you can quarantine all the other Jarvised worlds for what disease exactly, Juliet?"
cross_and_bow
"Not diseased, just - okay, I have a sister, but she was magically created including everybody's memories about her a few months ago, and the spell doesn't seem to spread world to world all by itself but it can piggyback on people, so it got the whole Jarvis network. I wished everyone in Sunshine nontransmitting - and I was anyway, I was immune to the original spell, my sister-memories are a deliberate fork-and-merge - and now here too, because I don't think everyone who fails to remember Soph wants to start doing it just from the wrong Sherlock or Tony walking into a Bellparty."
cross_and_bow
"Yep. Named Soph, dating my Tony, plays checkers with my demonic minions on Mercury, incredibly tacky taste in jewelry."
cross_and_bow
"Yeah, I sort of accidentally inherited them after killing their previous goddess when I stalked through her vacated house in full aura. They do my palatial gardening and keep forgetting that I prefer 'your majesty' to 'your flammableness' and occasionally give me consequence on diplomatic excursions. I have asked them several times if they wouldn't rather go live off by themselves, but they are adamant that they have to be somebody's minions and I'm handy."
she_sells_seashells
[Hey, Darcy, me and Juliet are in the world; Jane's down so we're harder to call in another time if you need anything, so, while we're here, do you need anything?]
cross_and_bow
"Yeah, I think so. I'm glad you're okay, Iron Man, Pepper, Jarvis," Juliet adds over her shoulder.
she_sells_seashells
(Aura!) Door! Shell Bell doesn't have a Jarvis at home; she could ask but she doesn't think to when she can do it herself. She conjures up an ansible, twists off half, as an afterthought makes enough to put other halves in all the other Jarvised worlds and twists them apart too. "There you go, we'll install the others on our rounds," she says.