And after another couple of minutes, Raafi returns. He needs a second to take in the situation, and then he's kneeling at Fharlanghn's feet. "-sir-"

   "It's all right, Raafi. You've done well."

"Thank you, sir. - Shining One - they barely have healers - they don't have an afterlife -"

        "What, yes they do."

    "They do. It wants to claim you for a fairy, and I might let it."

"-sir?" he's incredulous.

    "There'll be time to talk about it later."

"Yes sir. And - have you taken care of the daeva prison yet -"

    "You'll have to tell me about that."

"There's - I haven't been there - on another planet, Ganymede, about eighty of them - they can't - they don't have another way of keeping people safe but holding them, they don't give them an alternative."

    "All right. We can see to that next."

        "-Dweller-" the blue-robed one's tone is warning.

    "I won't hurt anyone I don't have to."

        "I suppose that's all I can ask," he sighs. "Boccob, are you coming?"

            "Might as well," he shrugs, and the four of them are teleported to Ganymede.

The receptionist is talking to somebody. "- told that the timeline might accelerate if they knew about it."

"And you're going without yourself?"

"Yes, I am - it's a stupid rule though, it's not my call if I'm allowed to turn the extranet back on -"

"That's not really the p- hello?" She notices the visitors.

Raafi is more or less curled up at Fharlanghn's feet, at this point; Pelor steps forward to talk to her instead. "Hello. I understand you're holding some daeva here?"

"I don't work here, I'm an inspector."

"This, uh, is Ganymede Prison," says the receptionist tentatively.

"Where are they?"

(Boccob smirks.)

"We're..... closed to visitors...... at the moment......" says the receptionist.

Pelor steps between Fharlanghn and the receptionist, and he scowls. "I'll find them myself, then." And he strides off to do that, walking right through the door; Boccob watches him go and then disappears after him.

Pelor helps Raafi to a chair and conjures a waterskin for him. "Are you all right?"

"-rough few days. Thank you." He drinks.

    "It seems like it. You seem to have done admirably with the healing, I appreciate it."

"Thank you, sir. Should you -" he nods at the door.

    "Oh, I'm watching him. I think they'll be all right, though."

"Yes sir."

The security fairy has not had extranet access for a few days and attempts to pick up Fharlanghn as soon as she notices him.

This fails to work in the slightest. It's not clear that he noticed that she tried.

"What the -" Yank yank yank! C'mon!

It doesn't work any better the second time. It's almost like he's not there to be grabbed.

Boccob appears up the hallway from him. He's not any more grabbable.

The fairy reports to her boss.

A minute later the receptionist ducks into the prison proper, the airlock is sealed, and the entire prison, less the reception area with Raafi, the inspector, and Pelor, and the areas of floor where Fharlanghn and Boccob are standing, is launched into space at near luminal speeds.

"-I'll owe you one."

    "You'll owe me two."

"Do it."

Fharlanghn and Boccob teleport to the launched prison.

"I TOLD YOU WE'RE CLOSED TO VISITORS," says the receptionist, who is trying to patch the holes in the floor with an emergency kit so the fairy doesn't have to keep holding in all the air. "IF YOU HAVE A COMPLAINT ABOUT THE PRISON THERE WAS AN INSPECTOR RIGHT THERE."

He ignores her, and takes flight up the hallway.

There are daeva in their cells - roomy hotelish things, with inside curtains over the windowed doors. They are confused and alarmed by these developments. "Hey, who are you?" yells an angel through his door.

"Fharlanghn, god of travel and freedom! I hear I'll have some complaints about the situation here." He steps through that door, too; Boccob begins magically unlocking the others.

"- what the - why are you in my room."

"To talk to you. Are you all right? Have they given you an alternative to this?"

"Alternative to what, crazy strangers barging into my room? Usually crazy strangers don't barge into my room!"

Some of the daeva try re-locking their doors after they come unlocked.

They can re-lock them just fine, Boccob only makes one pass.

"This is a jailbreak. I'm offering you a trip home."

"...what, you're gonna kill my summoner? I don't really want them dead, they never did anything to me."

"That would certainly work, but I don't need to. I can just bring you there myself."

"With your power of walking through walls?"