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My alternates tend to take over the world. Advice available. Rates negotiable.
Shell Bell puts up her sign and nibbles her most recent charity meal. Not potatoes! It is not potatoes. Or fish or clams. It is rice and curry and a fruity yogurt drink. That nice person told Bar she could use his tab for four meals, and this is meal number two.
she_sells_seashells
she_sells_seashells
"That might be a big deal, especially if you interact with the terrain and climate enough to make it hard to get food the ways we're used to. Not that we ever get enough that way, but there'll be a transition period."
seewhathappens
"Arranging to feed and shelter everyone in my new domain is likely to be one of the first things I do after I am no longer facing organized resistance from people with city-destroying weapons."
seewhathappens
"Terrain powers aren't tremendously well suited for putting up buildings, but putting up hills and then hollowing rooms out of them is a decent substitute in a pinch. I can bring over food surplus from my original continent and make edible plants grow where I want them."
she_sells_seashells
"You can just... move the food? You're sure that will work if the rest of - you - does?"
seewhathappens
He produces a fairly hefty paper bag of dried papaya slices and hands it to her.
"I don't have any reason to suspect that particular thing out of all the possible things would fail to work. It works just the same for me here as it does at home."
"I don't have any reason to suspect that particular thing out of all the possible things would fail to work. It works just the same for me here as it does at home."
she_sells_seashells
She goes on steadily eating the papaya slices (her lunch is already gone) while she reads through her stack of books.
Eventually, if uninterrupted - she yawns halfway through her stack of things with which to verify Kiro's credentials. "Um. Time is sometimes - weird, in Milliways, parts of it don't always match up to other parts. If I go back to my room and sleep and it seems like it takes me a week or something will you still be here?"
Eventually, if uninterrupted - she yawns halfway through her stack of things with which to verify Kiro's credentials. "Um. Time is sometimes - weird, in Milliways, parts of it don't always match up to other parts. If I go back to my room and sleep and it seems like it takes me a week or something will you still be here?"
seewhathappens
"Yes. But if you want to make sure, I could give you a holy object now. I can see and hear and speak through them as well as using them to expand my domain or distribute blessings."
she_sells_seashells
She takes it and pockets it. "Thank you. Um, are you perpetually seeing and hearing out of it?"
seewhathappens
"Yes, but with varying levels of attention, from 'as much as I give my manifestations' to 'only enough to notice if someone says my name'. And it can't see or hear much from inside a pocket."
she_sells_seashells
"Okay. So if I put it - away, and don't use your name out loud, it will not spy on me."
seewhathappens
"Correct. I also do not pay attention to mortals in non-public areas of my domain unless they ask for me by name."
she_sells_seashells
"That must be nice, being able to deliberately move your attention around like that so consistently."
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell yawns again. "Okay, I need to sleep. Could be five minutes or five days on your end unless the disk syncs time." She collects her books and goes down a side hallway.
seewhathappens
Kirovalin finds somewhere for his manifestation to sit, and pays a little bit of attention to the bar through it, and attends to matters back home.
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell comes back nine hours later, books and all. "I have a couple of vouchers left for meals from Bar. But you said you'd cover my food and I don't know if you mean in a Bar way or in a papaya slices way."
seewhathappens
"As proud as I generally am of my empire's food, I think Bar has the advantage there. I'll pay for your meals with her."
she_sells_seashells
"Thanks. She can take any kind of currency and sometimes, if she really likes you," Shell Bell whispers, "she'll play around with the exchange rates for you." And she goes up to Bar and comes back with eggs Benedict and a bowl of fruit slices in syrup and a mug of hot cocoa with whipped cream.
seewhathappens
Kirovalin follows and arranges with Bar to put Bell's meals on his tab for the forseeable future; in the process he hands over some coins that have his face on one side and an attractive bird on the other.
she_sells_seashells
Which Bar whisks away. It's good of you to be taking over. The poor child, I can only sneak her so many vitamins.