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Milliways is sometimes empty.
It never stays that way for long.
various vampires in Milliways
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"Not in the least sorry to ruin your fun," says Maggie, and out she goes with her case of beverages.
I have books, says the bar, more or less anything which has ever been in print. They do of course cost money if you want to remove them from Milliways.
I have books, says the bar, more or less anything which has ever been in print. They do of course cost money if you want to remove them from Milliways.
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"Leo has graciously agreed to take me along into his world," says Suzanna with a measure of glee, "and this joint is getting kind of tired, so I think we'll be taking our leave."
Leekath evinces no objection to any of these disreputable sorts of vampires departing.
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Suzanna takes a moment to purchase some tomes of forgotten lore for herself, and a bottle of a particularly nice vintage of blood, and merrily follows Leo through his door.
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Tessa leaves as well, hauling a rolling suitcase of obscure grimoires behind her. The world isn't going to know what hit it.
And Leekath continues supervising Sky's bid for Esmaarlan immigration.
But the door still disappears whenever Leekath gets near it.
"I'm not sure how long you're willing to wait," she says.
But the door still disappears whenever Leekath gets near it.
"I'm not sure how long you're willing to wait," she says.
"If I've got the chance to move to your world and leave that nightmare behind me, I'll wait as long as it takes."
"Okay, that's up to you. I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to sleep, here, if it takes long enough -" She eyes the rafters. "I guess I could conjure something up to hang from."
"Bar could probably rent you something? I wonder if we could rent a room, I have to sleep too..."
I can rent rooms, confirms Bar, including rooms equipped with sleeping perches.
"My credit stamp is not infinite, I pay the rent on a rooftop cottage for me and my fiancé," says Leekath.
I can also simply rent you a perch, or you might find the trees in the yard comfortable enough.
"Trees might do. I guess I've got options."
"My credit stamp is not infinite, I pay the rent on a rooftop cottage for me and my fiancé," says Leekath.
I can also simply rent you a perch, or you might find the trees in the yard comfortable enough.
"Trees might do. I guess I've got options."
"My emergency credit card is, uh, substantial. And I might as well use it while I can?"
"That could be handy, although I assume there's no direct currency exchange rate between aaberik and whatever."
Dollars. There is no practiced rate, but I can implement one of my own accord; there is no reason she cannot buy things that are natively priced in aaberik.
Dollars. There is no practiced rate, but I can implement one of my own accord; there is no reason she cannot buy things that are natively priced in aaberik.
Sky giggles. "Is there something ridiculously expensive you've had your eye on? I kind of like the idea of bankrupting Dad before I go."
"I mean, I can think of worthy government programs but nothing that the bar can probably conjure up that's really big-ticket. I guess if you bought a scoot you might find it useful to have post-immigration."
I cannot produce magical items.
"Well," says Leekath, "that rules out almost everything worth having in Elcenia that costs more than, like, five aaberik."
I cannot produce magical items.
"Well," says Leekath, "that rules out almost everything worth having in Elcenia that costs more than, like, five aaberik."
"Aw. Not even fancy clothes or something?" She considers. "Could I, like, buy money? That would be useful."
"Okay, it doesn't rule out fancy clothes. You could get a more Esmaarlan wardrobe, that's something."
I can do direct currency exchange, yes.
I can do direct currency exchange, yes.
Sky looks at Leekath solemnly. "I am entrusting you with the power of my emergency credit card to buy me the fanciest wardrobe that money can buy. Can you do this for me?"
"I'm not a clothes expert. These are my work clothes so they're formal and everything but not fancy. Bar, can you -?"
I believe I can accommodate you, although of course I could do better if I knew something about your tastes, Bar napkins.
I believe I can accommodate you, although of course I could do better if I knew something about your tastes, Bar napkins.
Sky begins rattling off clothing preferences. Pastels feature heavily. Asymmetry, when possible. Fancy designs! Beading! Embroidery!
And Bar takes a look at her credit card, and inquires how much she'd like to reserve for direct currency exchange into aaberik.
"Um, $25000 is the cutoff. So, uh, however much of that is left over."
Do you want twenty-five thousand dollars' worth of clothes alone? inquires Bar.
"No. Um."
"Maybe five thousand."
So Bar produces twenty complete outfits of variously pastel, variously embroidered and beaded, artful Esmaarlan clothes, and six pairs of shoes, and, in a basket, miscellaneous accessories and locally appropriate jewelry. I did a little bargain hunting for you, but this is all top wearing-out-and-about quality for the locale, Bar promises. Appropriate for the various Esmaarlan seasons and should be reasonably fashion-forward for the next year and respectable for twenty to thirty. The individual pieces should mix and match pretty well, although they're presented in complete outfits for your immediate convenience. It's Esmaar, so it's dresses, and skirts with blouses, but there are several pairs of leggings in there too (and socks, and three cardigans and a poncho and a shawl, and underthings, and two scarves, and sashes.)