"Will you be - generally available for questions later?  How many people are you resurrecting?"

"I will be bopping around but you can have my mail label and I'll see your note once I have a minute -" He explains mail labels. "And in the long run everybody who wants it."

"Okay, thanks.  For everything."

And the rest of this batch disperses!

And Cam can - all by himself, since both this Felicity and the rescuee are staying - shuttle back up topside to see what he has to work with in terms of airfield space and harbor at the elevator's top end. And to check in on Cricket and get some more Felicities.

There's ice about as far as the eye can see from standing at the top of the elevator, mostly pretty flat and stable.  The shore straight north from there isn't very harborable but there are some okay spots at various distances to either side.

Okay! Airfield, highway, harbor, various nice warm buildings for stopovers en route.

And then to collect more Felicities.

Half the rainbow of Felicities (including all of the remaining six-limbed ones) file into the shuttle in an orderly manner.  "Possibly we should pick up some more omnilol before heading back down?  And maybe leave some snacks for these fourteen of me."

Snacks! Heavy on the crudites and fruits and low on the nacho cheese powder, he doesn't wanna hurt the local delicate systems. "You can grab what's left of that bottle, if that'll do, I'll pick up more next time I'm somewhere that sells it."

"I don't think this was sold in a quantity meant to take into account the possibility of a crew of bodies using it for administrative purposes."

"In that case I will go pick up more now, you need anything else before I abscond?" He pats Cricket, who meows to the effect that he, at least, does not need anything.

"I suppose I could also send one of these," she points a thumb over her shoulder at the felicityper, "to go pick some up, given a vehicle I know how to drive, some money, and directions."

"Sure, what do you know how to drive?" he asks, fishing out his cash to count out some reasonable most-of-it for her.

"A 756 Honda Accord?"

"I'll have you know that's a very funny mental image." Accord! It matches the speaking Felicity's sweater.

It's a pink van which bears an uncanny but incomplete resemblance to the 1975 version of the car with that name Cam's more familiar with.

"Really, why?"

"Honda was a car company and Accord a model thereof in my world! I don't remember what they looked like, never been a big cars guy, but this looks not far wrong."

". . . I'm going to do a quick search to see whether any other brands match between worlds, even though it's not important at all," she announces as her cornflower-sweatered body starts the engine.  "Directions?"

He relates the directions to the drugstore.

The Accord drives off.  "Then I think we're all set up here for now unless Cricket needed anything."

"He's remarkably self-sufficient and I left him plenty of food. Do you want me to just drop you off at the elevator and you can try it out? Or maybe one of you can do that?"

"Sure, let's do one; that seems easier to retrieve in the event something goes wrong."

"You got it."

To the elevator!

"How are you feeling about all this?" asks a Felicity to kill time on the flight.

"I'm very glad to have you helping me out, I do not actually have the logistics knowhow to undertake all this without running a really unnerving risk of fucking it up."

"I'm also feeling somewhat ill-equipped to handle the logistics, but I think if I wasn't it would be a sign we were moving too slowly, at least specifically with regards to star singlets who would otherwise merge up."