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Amariah appears in the Belltower, throws herself into a chair, and tries to read postcards, but her eyes won't focus on them. She tries the Bellbook, and scarcely has better luck, although her eyes do catch on a certain word.
"Jane."
"Yep?"
"I want to talk to Aether."
"I'll let her know!"
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dark_light
"Huh. I guess we'll see. So far no one has been deliberately reproducing to get specific ingotry, anyway."
dark_light
"Well, Bells all have the same power when we can get powers at all. With variations."
telesonorous
"Hmm," says Helen, with a glance at Yseult. "Doesn't seem to work that way for us."
telesonorous
"Should someone be consulting Glass? I hear she's the go-to for this kind of thing."
dark_light
"She is! Jane, does Glass want to pop in and peer thoughtfully at Dominiques?"
thaumobabble
"You have some - themes to you, nothing that unusual to have in common as templates go - daemons, coin colors, obviously appearance. None of you are standing out as the template instance at all. I think you might be - almost a subtype? You are a kind of person, the specific kind of that kind of person that appears for Bell/Joker pairings' firstborns. There might be a theme to the ingot powers but I can't tell until I see more of them, I think. I think you're going to continue to usually be female as more of you appear but it's not a guarantee the way it is with - Matildas, say, I don't think we'll ever see a boy Matilda."
telesonorous
"Thanks," says Helen, smiling.
(And she glances at Amariah and looks... maybe worried. Worried might be the word.)
(And she glances at Amariah and looks... maybe worried. Worried might be the word.)
dark_light
"Yeah. I'm - not in a position to be really comforting, just yet. I think I need to finish reading the postcards first, minimum. If only I'll do - then nothing doing. If he wants somejoker to show up and be soothing, Jane's up, she can fetch him anybody who'll come. Although I guess the ones who have daemons already are busy so they'd need the star."
dark_light
"Now, you mean?" Path utters a considering hoot. "Yeah. I guess."
She fishes around in her bag for the next one.
She fishes around in her bag for the next one.
The postcards have stopped being postcards, at least primarily; now they're just about anything you could write on.
After a spate of doodled owls - it looks like he went through an entire pad of hotel stationery - the next thing she pulls out of the bag is a crumpled movie poster with her name misspelled in the subtitle and HA FUCKING HA scrawled across it in red Sharpie.
After a spate of doodled owls - it looks like he went through an entire pad of hotel stationery - the next thing she pulls out of the bag is a crumpled movie poster with her name misspelled in the subtitle and HA FUCKING HA scrawled across it in red Sharpie.
dark_light
Amariah makes an eloquently repulsed face at the movie poster.
telesonorous
Helen peers at it.
"Wow, that came out waaaaaay before I was born. They've gotten a little better. Well, they figured out how to spell your name, at least."
"Wow, that came out waaaaaay before I was born. They've gotten a little better. Well, they figured out how to spell your name, at least."
dark_light
"Wow. Wow this is mortifying." She rolls up the poster, stuffs it back into the magic bag, and grabs the next thing.