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The Liandrils build up their mana enough to return home. They do so; the hotel charges Isabella a steep fee for the room service and the stay itself but not enough to break the bank and not enough to represent damage to the premises or anything.
They teleport away from their daemons, experience a moment of barely-there discomfort apiece, and keep them in a well-warded closet together where they will not be readily discovered or vulnerable.
The Liandrils report on the situation to some other mages.
Some other mages are... even more concerned than they are.
This Isabella character has clearly got to go, or at least be brought under some reasonable semblance of control.
What is the obvious way to do this?
Well, to these mages, the obvious way is:
They scry on her owl. He is having a rest in this tree, correspondence about obscure magic attached to his leg; he's not near her, but as they understand it, that doesn't mean there's no connection to exploit.
They come in a group so they don't need to linger longer than is necessary to seize the bird in three pairs of coordinated hands and then disappear again.
Miles away, in her kitchen, with a vial of safflower oil in one hand and a spellbook in the other, Isabella collapses breathlessly to the floor and convulses.
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dark_light
"Yes and yes. I mean, plenty of background characters of both sexes aren't named in any given film. There's some ambiguity about what counts as being named, too, if there's a name in the script or the production notes but no characters ever say it in the final cut."
dark_light
"It is really adorable how you're so confused about the fact that feminism has anything to accomplish, my dear."
prodigal_miser
"Thank you? I'm still so confused. Do they - I don't know, reach a quota of women and say, 'No, we can't have anymore, out' and then any other applicants get booted?"
prodigal_miser
"... So... They write a script and they just conspicuously don't have women in it? Why?"
dark_light
"Because they think men are the default kind of person, so they only vary away from that default when they have a reason. It's a problem with a bunch of characteristics besides sex, too."
prodigal_miser
"That's also weird. Isabella, I'm sorry to inform you, but your culture is kind of weird sometimes. Mine's kind of horrific, but yours is weird."
prodigal_miser
"Fair enough. Our fantastic extraplanetary colony with extraplanar residents hopefully won't have weird culture problems."
prodigal_miser
"Fair. We would assumingly get some power if we declare ourselves - did we decide what we would call ourselves as rulers?"
dark_light
"I don't think so. Preferences? I think I'd better avoid declaring myself a queen, it'd make things awkward clanwise."
prodigal_miser
"No preferences. I don't actually care if we never formally declare ourselves in charge, as long as we get the end results of, 'People are safe and happy and not being horrifically oppressed.' If this works out I'm going to be happy even if we declare ourselves the gumdrop fairies."
dark_light
"I'd kinda like to be formally in charge, just nobody calling me 'queen'. 'Empress' would be safe. 'Gumdrop fairy' would be safe but not really to my taste."
prodigal_miser
"Sure? If you want to be solo empress I don't mind, but I'd want to check your work and make sure things are working efficiently."
dark_light
"That sounds more like, I don't know, chief operations officer, from the job description you just gave yourself, but you can call it emperor if you want."
prodigal_miser
"Well apparently I am expected to have a crown," he teases. "So if that's going to happen I should have a title to match."
prodigal_miser
"And I have to work my way up from - what am I? Senior Magic Doodads Expert and Chauffeur?"