Bella teleports to where Sherlock is and flops down somewhat lapward. "Just checking," she says, "if I disappeared for several decades I would not come home to an unexpected alt of Carinna, right?"
[Tab herself is safe from Chelsa, of course, and she's got a level of opacity that's competitive with or even better than Golden even though Golden has both the vampire boost and the aura boost.]
[In Chelsa not having gotten assassinated? I'm not sure, actually. We don't know what happens if a Chelsea-type actually gets at a Bell. Jokers are capable of intense mixed feelings, we know - Harley got got, the Gift Joker got got, I'm pretty sure neither of them acts in a way consistent with unambiguous Chelsa-adoration. But we haven't seen the case where a Bell has her feelings modified like that and I'm not sure what would happen.]
[Not deliberately, but now we know Chelsea's a template, and not every Bell has opacity.]
[Very much so. At least Elspeth can deprogram half of it.]
[She can undo any positive Chelsea-based affections. She can't put back what was taken.]
[Oh, delightful,] he sighs, snuggling her. [We kill these people when we find them, yes?]
[Golden killed hers. Tab explicitly told her not to kill the Gift one, on the grounds that she still has enough contact with the population for it to be a sharp shock.]
[Tab is setting up on another planet that Chelsa doesn't know about, with the resurrected city of It Got Nuked This One Time Toronto, not that there's any reason you need to visit Gift.]
"Idle curiosity. If I factor out Elspeth I'm way more freaked out by the part she can fix. You don't have to answer if you don't want."
"If I factor out Elspeth they are much less comparable. In a very 'they both lose' sort of way."
"...And, I should definitely check for templates in this world, I don't think I want to rely on finding them organically via metacausality anymore."
She sets about pastwatching for everyone she has heard of other Bells meeting. Starting with Chelseas.
"We don't have one of her, thank goodness."
When she checks for a Lazarus, one turns up who is an interesting new kind of demon: pebbled pine-green skin with iridescent black streaks in a vaguely spiky pattern, 'hair' made of thin iridescent black spines, short tidy iridescent black claws. Controlling for obvious species differences, his face is recognizably that of a Lazarus. He's even the same height, under that spiky crown of hair.