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.
Shell Bell is day-to-day functional, past psychological damage aside, but she likes having part of herself that never has to leave Sherlock's side. Constant physical contact would be distracting, but she tends to put him in the room with her if she's going anywhere farther than the other side of a building by herself.
"Let me," Juliet says, blocking Shell Bell, "all the Jarvised worlds are sorta infected with some magic you don't want, I'm safe but you don't have opacity." She steps through first, spends the star. "Okay, contagiousness averted. We should hit the others as long as we're together, but first things first." [Iron Man?]
"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."
"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."
"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."
(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.