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Linya and Bella are working on wishes, in between light chat about runecasting and their personal lives. It is radiantly obvious to people paying attention that Bella wants to kiss her and Linya is married, although neither statement is made.
Ivans are playing cards.
Mileses, including Solvei, are debating the wisdom of borrowing another strategy game from Bar; Mark, a voice of caution, does not know what will happen if all of them (Solvei, Mial, Miles, Milo, Stalas) all start screaming at each other in twenty directions.
And -
onceandforall
"Most recent set of arrivals before you has a science project they wanna do? Or at least their you wants to do? How is this the sticking point, have you already met a dozen of yourself?"
middlingalong
"I just want to register that I'd rather not sprout wings it sounds awkward and cosmetically troubling."
unmarred
Mark and Inlaith exchange a glance. "That's not confusion, that's fear," says Mark as spokesMark. "Why is science frightening on a level sufficient to override the many other questions I'm sure you have?"
first-and-final
"Oh, I don't know," says the new Miles sarcastically, "how about because it gets people fucking killed?"
isthisart
"This has to be a world thing," asserts Linya. "Please elaborate on how science gets people killed. We are genuinely unfamiliar except in ways which could not produce this reaction."
first-and-final
"I did not sign up for interplanar bullshit today," the new Miles announces. "Fine. Okay. I don't know how it works where you're from, but where I grew up, getting excessively nosy about the habits and intricacies of the world around you will literally explode in your face. Or at minimum the thing you're trying to figure out will throw a fit and stop working the way you think it does."
"I realize the conversation has moved on, but for the record, the kind of wings I'm talking about can be dematerialized and rematerialized at will, you're not stuck with them permanently," says Ashras.
"What the fuck? Unless it's science-project-related, in which case, please keep your death wish and its associated topics to yourself?" says the new Miles.
"I realize the conversation has moved on, but for the record, the kind of wings I'm talking about can be dematerialized and rematerialized at will, you're not stuck with them permanently," says Ashras.
"What the fuck? Unless it's science-project-related, in which case, please keep your death wish and its associated topics to yourself?" says the new Miles.
middlingalong
"Not that this doesn't sound better than having to have them all the time, because it does, but I don't really want to grow wings even to begin with, I don't need to identify with my firebird alt in quite that way."
isthisart
"Okay - new Miles, please fill out your nametag - this does not happen in any other worlds we have met, and we have met a lot of worlds today. By being nosy about the habits and intricacies of the world around us we have tended to learn what they are, and they continue to exist quite invariantly, although they may differ world to world in some ways, allowing people to exploit them. Although there are senses in which science kills people by, for example, discovering that one of the laws of physics is 'if you do that, it will explode', or by inventing weapons, nothing like you are describing is a feature of any worlds we are from."
first-and-final
"Well aren't you all just tremendously fucking lucky, then," says the new Miles. "If only I'd known there would be a portal to the Science Fantasy Plane in the hall today, I could've brought my parents and we could all make a break for it."
He writes Milan Kosorin on the nametag. "After the names on all your nametags, are those worlds?"
He writes Milan Kosorin on the nametag. "After the names on all your nametags, are those worlds?"
first-and-final
Milan - who was indeed looking a little touchy at the suggestion - relaxes.
"I think I'd prefer something less negative if I have to walk around with it written on me," he says, and thinks for a moment, and writes down Hubris. Then he attaches the nametag to his shirt and passes the marker back.
"I think I'd prefer something less negative if I have to walk around with it written on me," he says, and thinks for a moment, and writes down Hubris. Then he attaches the nametag to his shirt and passes the marker back.
thisvorlunatic
The rest of the Miles table peers at Milan to find out what is so funny, and each break out in a grin when they see it.
onceandforall
"Do you definitely not recognize us?" sighs Bella. "Because if there's an us in your world we probably need to hug her or something."
first-and-final
"Can't say that I do, no," says Milan. "But it's a big world, is there some guarantee that I'd have met her already?"
isthisart
"Not at all, but if you haven't met you you'd have a hard time getting her through the door while continuously holding it open, so it's functionally similar."
unmarred
"The fact that you wrote it down right after mentioning that you were thinking of world names in terms of what you would and would not like to have written on you," says Inlaith.
first-and-final
"Okay, that's fair," says Milan. "...I now feel compelled to issue a general warning, in case the fact that I named my world after it is misleading: hubris gets you killed, indulge with caution."
onceandforall
"This is again not true of our worlds. All hubris gets me is a 'sorry, no can do, try again' from the fluffy wish-granting alien."
first-and-final
"I figured, or I wouldn't have thought you needed the warning," says Milan. "Since you are all alive and in some cases astonishingly healthy."
"Astonishingly yourself," says Milo, somewhat ungrammatically. "What's with those scars?"
"You first, what's with the radiant glow?"
"Fairy blessing. Perfect health. Which is convenient because I also have a fairy curse, fragile bones, it seems like painful and disabling conditions are a theme with us."
"Hah. Nice, but I wouldn't trade you," says Milan. "My curse is that my pain never fades, but my blessing is that I always have the mental space to cope, and I can turn it up and down to my liking. For example, witness how I am currently neither suffering terrible agony nor talking like a sylph. ...If you don't have sylphs in the science fantasy planes, substitute 'four times as fast as normal'."
"Astonishingly yourself," says Milo, somewhat ungrammatically. "What's with those scars?"
"You first, what's with the radiant glow?"
"Fairy blessing. Perfect health. Which is convenient because I also have a fairy curse, fragile bones, it seems like painful and disabling conditions are a theme with us."
"Hah. Nice, but I wouldn't trade you," says Milan. "My curse is that my pain never fades, but my blessing is that I always have the mental space to cope, and I can turn it up and down to my liking. For example, witness how I am currently neither suffering terrible agony nor talking like a sylph. ...If you don't have sylphs in the science fantasy planes, substitute 'four times as fast as normal'."