"Okay, thanks.  Uh, bye!"  And upstairswards she trots, swiping the key off Bar on her way.

"Not looking forward to explaining to her about the genocide," sighs Cam.

'I would offer in your stead did I not expect those results to be yet worse.'

"I appreciate the sentiment but completely agree." Sigh.

They cause a carefully-temperature-neutral glittery snow gust.

'It occurs to me that, if there are rooms available, those would constitute additional places to house furniture and sculptures and similar.  And it is possible rooms themselves may be able to count as projects if adequately decorated.'

"Yeah, interior design is a thing, at least for humans. I can get you a room too." He drops another sack of gold and Bar produces another key for room 299.

'Is there a convenient way to convey existing pieces up stairs.'

"Not especially but I can make a robot that can manage it."

They walk off to go check out the room and then start teleporting some of their favorite pieces up to it, taking a break to play some glockenspiel-viola duets with themself after a few trips.

Cam does not seem to be essential here, though he does record the music.

They continue transferring things up, spending more time doing art between trips than making progress on their task, but eventually get everything they want in their room in their room.  Afterwards, they still mostly loiter around in Cam's general vicinity but occasionally sequester themself.

Judy comes down to request meals at intervals that don't suggest much time difference and is otherwise pretty content to spend her first day outside of time alone.  She asks for steak, once she makes the connection between conjured food and vegetarianism.  " - And uh, we should probably check about blood with that, huh."

"I can do blood, Bar can probably also do blood. This'll only work if you're the kind of vampire that literally drinks blood and not the kind that is using it as a proxy for life force or something but the latter doesn't seem like Ancora's style."

"I think it's probably just literally blood, yeah.  I'll try a quarter cup from each of you?"

"Any other specs?"

"Like what, blood type?  Uh, nah.  - Except that it should be in a glass or a mug or whatever, if you were going to not do that."

"I wasn't going to like, rain on you." He hands her a wineglass with a quarter cup of O-neg.

"I appreciate that!"  Sip.  "This works fine."

"Oh good."

She downs it, tries a similar order from Bar with similar results, and takes her steak upstairs.

Cam gets a message a few hours later asking whether he can come up and poof her a wardrobe, since she only has the one set of clothes and all.

He can come up and do this to whatever specifications she has in mind. "Do you just want a copy of what you have at home, or do you want me to find you a catalog...?"

"A catalog would be super great!  Thanks."

She looks maybe a touch shakey, on top of the smileyness.

He gets her an era-appropriate Land's End catalog. "Uh, don't feel limited to those colors or whatever. Are... you okay? My medical school didn't cover vampires but the infirmary should be generically capable of handling whoever happens to be around."

"Oh, um, uh - I think I'm, um, kind of nervous about - spending the foreseeable future away from everyone I know and everything I was going to do, for possibly a really long time?  With no advance warning?  And it's sort of sinking in now but I'm like, totes fine on the medical front."

"Yeah, it's not great. You could ask Ancora if they could do anything about it - if you have loved ones who'd want to be teleported in here too, say, or anyone you could reach by holding the door and yelling?"