DZ seems content enough with that, too; when she runs out of things to do she goes to sit with Deskyl again.

The reply letter arrives in the morning. 

Dear DZ and Deskyl,

I'd be entirely willing to put you two up until Deskyl's injuries heal. I'm a Power, I can afford it. 

I can come on the 26th and pick you two up. Or you can email me for a different time, I check my email daily. You'll be sorted out of the Nobiliser fanmail pretty easily.

Hoping to see you safe and sound tomorrow,

Pink

Deskyl comes down the next morning with DZ and settles in the living room to wait, with DZ's charger - their only luggage - tucked in beside her. She seems to intend to spend the time meditating, while she's waiting.

Pink shows! She's carrying a tablet and a roll of pink wallpaper and smiling. 

"Deskyl, DZ. We're headed to Incarnadine Chancel; it could be somewhat disconcerting, it's my private world. Mostly dedicated to all the forms of Pink. You'll be staying in my palace and I'll give the order to not disturb you, so the strangeness should be kept to a minimum."

Nod.

    "Yes ma'am, thank you."

Pink unrolls the pink wallpaper against a nearby wall, high above her head, and holds the bottom of it in with her foot. A pink door appears. 

"You two can just walk directly into your rooms through this door; I'll arrive a little later via a slower route."

Deskyl peers suspiciously at the door when it appears, but nods and gestures for DZ to go through, and follows right behind.

Pink rolls up the wallpaper behind them.

They step out into a large pink bedroom. Some investigation will discover that they have an entire spacious suite, entirely in various shades of pink. Even the coffee machine and the toaster are pink. (A fetching shade of rose gold in the toaster's case.) 

No-one disturbs them. There's enough food in the suite to last two weeks if you stretched it a bit.

Deskyl does not quite collapse immediately into bed, but it's a near thing.

DZ explores the suite, checks on Deskyl - still asleep, and likely to be that way for a while - and then opens the door to the suite to see what it connects to.

An internal hallway in a pink palace with pink stained-glass in the windows which look out onto a rose garden. There's a pink and ruby and rose chandelier hanging in the hall. Overall the entire place is both extremely opulent and pink. 

None of this is very surprising.

She goes exploring, sticking to the hallways and any obviously-public rooms she comes to.

The hallways continue in like fashion for a while. There are little pink heart-like creatures that bop around and occasionally whistle at her in a friendly tone when she passes. 

Eventually she emerges into the kitchens. A red-haired woman is sitting there against a counter, sipping a glass of red liqueur in the center of a crowd of the little hearts. She whistles at them lowly, and they whistle back. She laughs. She halfturns and waves as she notices DZ come in.

"One of my sister's guests?"

"Yes ma'am. Master Pink invited my owner to stay here while she's recovering from an injury."

"Well, welcome. I'm Ruby, by the way. Steer clear of Scarlet, she's a bitch. I say this in all affection, but." She shrugs. "She has been getting better recently..." 

She taps her finger on the rim of her glass. "Anyway, I have a meeting as you can see. I won't keep you."

"Yes ma'am. Thank you for the advice." And she continues on her way, quietly whistling Binary back to the hearts she passes.

She can hear what sounds like an argument between one of the whistle-hearts and a human down this hall. Something about guest preparations. She doesn't recognize the other voice.

She heads that way, at a slightly less hesitant pace.

A woman with blood-red hair comes into view, red sunglasses shading her eyes. She wears a leather jacket, a crop top and black jeans. "Seriously, can't you arrange one simple thing?" she asks. 

The heart whistles lowly, seeming chastened.

DZ puts her back to the wall and comes to attention; she won't speak unless she's addressed.

The woman stalks off right past DZ, not even bothering to interact with her ostensible guest.

Well, yes, that's what that reaction is for, really.

<Do you need any help?> she whistles to the heart, once the woman is safely past.

The heart whistles back cheerfully. It doesn't seem like it understands her, but that's probably meant to be reassuring. And now it's wandering away.

Fair enough.

She heads back to the suite.