A couple more people get teekay. A couple more people get lockdowns. They're going to be leaning pretty hard on volunteers from Earth as precogs and precog-coordinators, none of the psions have more than a minute.

...and seventeen days later Taylor says - [Isabella? Melkor's got a portal to Earth, can you warn my family -]

what happens if she tells the Valar to set off the eclipse fucking nOW -

They start that. It takes more than an hour to get the fruits of the two trees up in the sky and into formation for an eclipse.

So she tells them and - [Yes I can. What else do you know - where does it lead, what's she going to do with it -]

[Dunno and dunno, but it's supposed to be a secret - my reembodiment power comes with this weird extra sense for the Elves and Maiar and Valar around me, that's how I noticed it, some of them would just vanish -]

[How many, how long ago -

- is Maira still on Arda?]

[Yeah, Maira's with Liz, I saw them at lunch. People going through - I just noticed yesterday? But I'm not usually paying that much attention, could've been going on a little while -]

[Melkor's still this side?]

[Yeah. - you doing something -]

[I have more people to warn than just your family, they'll want to know. Is there anything else you can tell me.]

[I think she wants to have some orcs on Earth for the next eclipse? I'm just guessing.]

[Starvation model of control training?]

[They can do something a lot like virtuality with Vala magic, so maybe they're planning that? Dunno.]

[Have they tested it, put you or the others in it and seen if you can induce uncontrolled bursts -?]

[They'd probably have tested with Liz, if they did, they don't tell me anything.]

[Okay. Anything else?]

[Nah. I think I'll have a teleport before the next eclipse, I'm gonna get out of here.]

[Good luck.]

[Thanks.]

And Isabella issues warnings.

And the Valar launch a blazing golden not-exactly-sun and a blazing silver not-at-all-a-moon into the sky and orchestrate their orbits like - so - and -

- Isabella looks ahead -

If she tells the dozen essential Endorë Elves they've identified what is going on they'll tell their people to stop metabolizing - that helps - something melts Doriath, something lights this one forest on fire, someone teleports into Angband and is abruptly buried under several hundred unwarned eclipsing orcs' uncontrolled magic effects, a eleven-year-old Elf in Tirion eclipses, grabs a cookie, and eats it trying to bring her daddy back, back, he's not supposed to be dead -

She alerts the Elves. Warns Thingol to warn his people. Warns whoever's nearest that little girl to get the cookie away from her. Looks again -

Doriath doesn't melt, the teleporter still teleports, someone locks down the forest firestarter - and then tells her - oh, fuck -