Yes, the way requirements work with replacements is that any power that replaces another can also substitute for it in requirements.

Also, I don't know if this part was obvious, but the people you connect with through Ever Onward also pass on their spark back to you. ♡

eep ♡

It seemed to me like something you could benefit from. ♡♡♡

She locks that in for her build, a happy tear dropping onto the paper. 

Best Notebook. ♡

I try. ♡

After another look over all the builds, Sable nods.

I think maybe we're done? We've checked through a few times, and everything seems as good as we can make it. All that's left is to make sure people aren't confused about what happened to us.

Okay. Just let me know when you want to finalize, then. ♡

They take a few minutes to set things up. First they go find the old analog kitchen clock with a seconds-hand an old roommate had left. That gets set up behind their chair on a dresser, so it'll be in easy view from the webcam. Then they grab a backpack, packing a couple basic-boring blank notebooks, their new set of pens, a few pencils, the solar crank radio they can charge their phone off of, a set of headphones, a bluetooth speaker that can also charge off the radio, and some granola bars and other small snacks. They configure their computer so that the next recording will run until exactly ten seconds after they take their finger off the spacebar, once started, and to be sent to their family and friends once complete.

Then Sable gets out her purple pen again and writes to their notebook friend.

Okay, have a plan. Going to record things and disappear on camera a bit theatrically, to try to provide more proof to everyone that they don't need to worry. But then I got to thinking, and now I've got a question. What happens to you when we're done here?

That's sort of a complicated question! When I'm not speaking to anyone on the Spirit's behalf, you could say that I exist outside of time, or at least beside it. Why do you ask?

Just curious if you wanna tag along. You're pretty neat. No obligation or anything, just fond of you. 

I do sometimes tag along with a vessel of the Spirit, and you all seem pretty neat too, but even though I'm a little torn about it (so to speak), I think I'd rather not. ♡

Absolutely valid. 

Okay, this is it. Can you finalize our builds when I drum on your cover? —Does it bother you if I drum on your cover? The basic idea is to take us and the backpack we'll be carrying — can we take things with us like a backpack? — when I give you some kind of signal, that way I can give a little speech on camera, drop something I'm fiddling with between my fingers, and signal you before it hits the desk. The video will stop ten seconds later and go where it needs to automatically.

Yes, you can take a backpack with you, yes, I can finalize your builds when you drum on my cover, and no, it won't bother me. ♡

You're a treasure, notebook-friend. We're so glad to have met you. Thank you for everything. ♡

Okay, packing things up now.

She puts her purple pen away in the backpack, slips it onto a shoulder, and closes the notebook. She tweaks the upload script to have a two minute delay, that way she can cancel it if nothing happens and she doesn't disappear. Then she grabs a random basic pencil and starts twirling it between her fingers, then holds down the spacebar with her left hand, starting the recording. The clock ticks away in the background, visible over her shoulder.

"Hello everyone. Family, friends, something deeply improbable happened to me. I got offered an isekai, a trip to another universe. I'm getting magic powers, the body of my dreams, and so much more. Naturally, y'all won't believe this just from my saying it, so I've arranged things so I can disappear on camera. This video will go to everyone I've thought of. If anyone else is worried about me, feel free to share it. Also feel free to send scientists to investigate the spot where I vanished, just in case they can learn something from it.

"This is an opportunity I can't pass up. Love y'all. Bye."

She flips the pencil into the air just high enough to give her time to wave, twirling her fingers in a playful wave to the camera, and takes her finger off the spacebar to drum her fingers atop the notebook's cover.

She's gone before the pencil hits the desk, the impact audible in the recording. The empty seat is recorded for a few more seconds, clock ticking steadily in the background, and then the recording stops.

Two minutes later, it gets uploaded to the discord server where her friends hang out, and to a file server where it can be sent to her parents and sisters.