not equipped to handle this | Glowfic Constellation

"Sure."

thaumobabble

Another one in a different outfit complete with witch hat appears and inspects Miles. "New," she says. "Templatey, though. That's at least three people's worth of templatey, probably more. Jane, sweep please?"

Jane

mind_game

[One in Chronicle,] reports Jane.

thisvorlunatic

"'Sweep'...?"

thaumobabble

"Jane just went through all the worlds she's got nodes in and tried sending a blank brainphone message to the local instance of you, in case there was one, and she found one in my world. Who I haven't met yet."

thisvorlunatic

"Interesting," he says. "I would definitely appreciate an introduction, but if he's really one of me, he may be... unusually likely to be in the middle of something that shouldn't be interrupted."

thaumobabble

"Should not be teleported into, should not be brainphoned during, or should not be looked at?"

thisvorlunatic

"Should not be teleported into, should not be brainphoned during..." He considers. "I don't think I'd mind if another version of me had a look at me to see if I was busy. I don't yet have enough data to know how well that generalizes."

thaumobabble

"Probably pretty well. Here, have thirty seconds of superpower, don't use it within Milliways or you'll get a headache." And she gets up and holds the door for him.

thisvorlunatic

"Why thank you," he says, and he leans through the door and looks for himself.

first-and-final

About seventeen. In a forest. Falling off a startled horse.

thisvorlunatic

Miles sucks in a breath and winces sharply. "Oh, ouch. He doesn't seem to be doing anything critical, but I'd give him a minute anyway, he just broke his arm. And maybe some ribs."

thaumobabble

"I could, you know, fix that," says Glass.

thisvorlunatic

"For which I'm sure he'll be very grateful. In a minute. I speak from long experience. The first thirty seconds after a broken bone are not a time to try to talk to me even if you lead with very good painkillers."

thaumobabble

Shrug. "Okay. Any other tips on introducing myself? He's probably heard of me, I'm a princess."

thisvorlunatic

"I don't know enough about your world to have specific suggestions. But he should be getting more amenable to conversation right about now."

thaumobabble

"Cool. Be right back."

And she steps through the door and disappears -

- and lands right next to the local one of that guy whose name she really should have gotten. [Jane, what's the guy's name?]

"Hi. Want some help?"

Jane

mind_game

[Glass wants to know what your name is.]

thisvorlunatic

"Miles."

first-and-final

The local version looks nearly identical to the nonlocal, except healthier and in more pain. And dressed like a prince.

"That... might depend on the exact nature of the help," he says. "And on what obligations I would incur by accepting it."

thaumobabble

Glass laughs. "I'm not trying to trick you. I'm Princess Bella of the Enchanted Forest - welcome, by the way - and I've just met an alternate universe duplicate of you who you might want to meet with fewer broken bones."

first-and-final

"Oh. Well, in that case, sure. I was getting tired of them already," he says with a wry grin. "Prince Milo of Raxwell, very pleased to meet you."

thaumobabble

She fixes his bones. "Likewise. I can put your horse in our stable and bring you to meet Miles?"

first-and-final

"An enticing prospect. But, um, my cousin might be worried whenever he stops talking to that girl," Milo waves vaguely behind him, "and tries to catch up with me..."

thaumobabble