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The Bells are assembled, except the ones missing into the unknown world.
Shell Bell opens her aura up as far as it will go. (Back in Atlantis, Neptune glows with the spillover, snuggled up to Tinia.)
She reaches for the door.
She gets Atlantis.
She tries again and gets Downside.
"It doesn't look like I can get it," she says softly. "It looks like they're stuck until -"
The door opens, again.
"Thank fucking everything," Aegis says, "hello. Aether, Celo - these are - everybody and then some."
"Tab," supplies Tab.
Meanwhile, Glass staggers in the direction of the bathroom. [THAT IS NOT A NICE WORLD.]
[We fucking KNOW,] says Aegis, [how broke is Jane?]
[Very broke,] says Juliet, [tried a tenner, didn't go.]
[I might be able to do something now you're here,] Stella says, [with aura.]
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she_sells_seashells
Celo giggles affectionately.
It doesn't take as long this time - only a few minutes. A few extremely nice minutes. This time it's amberish, a proper honey colour. It mixes oddly with the remnants of the purple.
It doesn't take as long this time - only a few minutes. A few extremely nice minutes. This time it's amberish, a proper honey colour. It mixes oddly with the remnants of the purple.
subtly_artistic
Licking might be called for. It won't do to make a mess on these nice guest sheets. And licking isn't cognitively taxing enough to prevent her from continuing to pour-pour-pour.
subtly_artistic
And on they proceed.
Time passes.
Aether's aura is not one of the unflavored kinds.
It's a little subtler than Juliet's. She's not a hellgoddess. She's an unspecified form of - Power. She's something you don't want to cross, not because she is threatening, but on general principle.
In terms she used to describe her home world to her alts:
She's something big.
(She goes on pouring; she's not sure if she's done yet.)
Time passes.
Aether's aura is not one of the unflavored kinds.
It's a little subtler than Juliet's. She's not a hellgoddess. She's an unspecified form of - Power. She's something you don't want to cross, not because she is threatening, but on general principle.
In terms she used to describe her home world to her alts:
She's something big.
(She goes on pouring; she's not sure if she's done yet.)
subtly_artistic
"She'll be able to tell what else it does, too." Snuggle. "I think I might be coming up on done, based on the estimates..."
subtly_artistic
"And that would be terrible." She nuzzles his throat and pops out of the room. "Hi, Glass. Hi - person."
thaumobabble
"This is Tony. One of my wives. Nickname Iron," introduces Glass. "Tony, this one's Aether. Looks like your aura's all full up and -" Glass peers at it.
thaumobabble
"Yes and - and - I think - you can go home," says Glass. "I think this is - the opposite of the thing that is horrible about your world. I think you cancel it out, near yourself."