"Do you know of any materials which are more easily gotten rid of but definitely won't drop the rocks?"

"Ice? Then I can just gently melt around the ones I'm removing."

"Mm!  Clever.  . . . Apparently plain water is mystically resonant but you could make juice ice or milk ice or whatnot and that would work."

"Gosh. Okay, apple juice ice it is."

"Any further questions?"

"I don't think so, but if I fuck this up how big an explosion are we talking about?"

"'Definitely not enough to kill anyone', apparently.  Diamond's inert, so this should really be nearly harmless beyond what it's intended to do and most of the warnings are general safety practices."

"Cool." He will assemble a bone-hurting donut, lightly analgese his wing, and dip it in.

It feels kind of . . . tingly.  Spicy?  Crunchy.  Not at all in a pleasant way but all at a very familiar threshold of discomfort.

"It is giving it a solid try but running into my indestructibility," Cam reports, and he removes his wing from the spicy crunchy tingly donut, gives it a flap, and starts disassembling the array carefully.

The unpleasant feeling stops the moment Cam's wing is out of the ring.

" - Oh, I kind of wanted to give it a try?"

"...you're not indestructible at all!"

"I haven't experienced pain proper since being incarnated and it seems best to reintroduce myself to the sensation in a very controlled environment?  Ellie said it doesn't last."

Cam sets the crystal back in place and refreezes it there.

Felicity very gingerly sticks a finger in, jerks back, and then gives it another two tries of several seconds each before shaking out her hand, declaring her exposure sufficient, and assisting Cam in taking down the array (with multiple bodies).

Then presently they will have it all packed away safely and he can stow it in a compartment in the shuttle.

Felicity rinses apple juice off her many hands at the campground's spigot.  "You're going to be so riiiiich."

"It's very exciting! So, given that I'm properly indestructible, bribe is collected by...?"

"I'll have a few potential drafts of an electronic mail message ready for you to check in a few minutes, and then we'll need a computer with a proper local internet connection to send it.  . . . Or, it might be better to just walk into a lounge or otherwise meet one in person, honestly, so the demon-strations can happen right away; I don't know how frequently they get fraudsters."

"You can shorten 'electronic mail message' to 'email'. They have designated lounges?"

"I've said email before too but also I was several little old ladies and a few little old men and I think it's a little funny and - myself-shaped - to still talk like that sometimes; I'll stop if it annoys you.  And yes, they're places where people can go do drugs and hang out with tame autumn solquinoxes and occasionally get fancy gifts or favors out of it."

"Sounds like a fine place to make an entrance, is there one nearby?"

"There should be; give me a minute to look into it.  Oh, and it's Vensday night so there'll be a fair number of people there, that's good."

"Vensday is a popular lounging day?"

"It's the first day of the weekend."