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Isabella manages, by the liberal use of cloudpine travel, assorted magic, and her alethiometer, to acquire possession of a parking garage each in Manhattan and Los Angeles.
Into these she has Adarin place a portal set.
And then she mixes up a batch of suitably witchy ink that she'll be able to identify as authentic later, marks up a bunch of pieces of paper with it, and walks into: a bank.
Adarin's welcome to come along, if he likes...
dark_light
prodigal_miser
Snuggle! "I do wish I could just - bestow magic upon people I like. Just something like, 'Here you go, have some magic to fix the world with, please don't mess it up.'"
Isabella would get some if it were an option, and not inefficient and addictive.
Isabella would get some if it were an option, and not inefficient and addictive.
dark_light
"It would be great. We'll work with what we've got, though, it just takes a bit more creativity and conservatism."
prodigal_miser
"I am incredibly fond of the concept in general, the phrase is just an easy way to say it."
prodigal_miser
He laughs. "Thanks. I don't even know what I'll do if we manage it and I get the rest of eternity to live however I like with everything nice and neatly fixed. Maintenance, I suppose."
dark_light
"Maintenance, enjoying the interesting hobbies and art on offer from our lovely fixed-up society, lots of sex..."
prodigal_miser
"With one person in particular on that last one," says Adarin, snuggling. "It'll be nice."
prodigal_miser
Snuggle, snuggle. "You realize that if all goes as planned this plane will end up being the all powerful utopia that you joked about. It'll be a self-fulfilling prophecy."
dark_light
"Ooh, and you know what we get to do then? We get to be ludicrously helpful finds for interplanar travelers who were only looking for chamomile."
prodigal_miser
Adarin snickers. "Yes, and then they will make us helpful things to read our alethiometer and they'll end up teaming up with us for utopia purposes. It will spread, like a plague. Helpful utopias, as far as the eye can see."
prodigal_miser
"Indeed. Anyone looking for chamomile will get a pleasant and completely expected surprise. Which is kind of an oxymoron, but that's okay!"
prodigal_miser
Snuggles. "As am I. This is the best plane. It has you, it has magic, it has Wikipedia..."
prodigal_miser
"Waaaay in the back of this list of best things, somewhere, the actual thing I came here for. Yeah, that's appropriate."
prodigal_miser
"It was a kind of sleep disorder thing. I could have spelled up some lights, but only so many at a time and with expansion only with my magic, or - I could find means for alleviating it by helping people grow chamomile themselves. Guess which I chose."
prodigal_miser
He giggles. "Yes. I mean it wasn't quite that trivial, there were some bad effects from lack of sleep, but - yeah. Sleepytime tea blends."