This post's authors have general content warnings that might apply to the current post.
View Flat HTML
View Metadata
Search Post
Isabella has one of the central not-a-portal bits of the hub - the ones that are occupied by a shifting collection of the airport-standard restaurants and gift shops and newsstands - turned into a small apartment-cum-office for Seraphina. The office is unlabeled for the time being - just "Authorized Personnel Only" in ominous letters - but Isabella tells her what the fire and security alarms sound like and suggests that she be a responder to these if they go off. "Mutter your mnemonics under your breath while you do anything magic in public, and people will figure you're a witch," she says. "I'm still thinking about any less irregular jobs I could have you doing, but unless you come out with a more generic set of healing spells than it sounds like you currently have I don't think I can explain installing you as magical first aid." Seraphina gets a modest stipend on top of her room and voucher for the hub restaurants, and a brief tour of Chicago shopping (because there's dozens of cities to choose from but Chicago's the one she's seen before) so she knows how to avoid major cultural pitfalls trying to get a new pair of shoes.
Xiara, when her mana recovers, is directed to teleport to a tucked-away part of a temperate national preserve, told to lie low, given a list of endangered species she is not to eat or disturb, and left to her own devices with a mirror in case she wants to talk about something or needs help with a park ranger or something. Isabella could use an architect, but mostly on the colony, which is not to be known to any mages yet.
+ Show First Post
dark_light
prodigal_miser
"I did," he says, smiling. "A little expensive, but Isabella and I are planning to get absurdly rich and we're well on our way there. So, I can justify it."
prodigal_miser
"A diamond wouldn't have fit the color scheme unless I got an ice-blue one. Which I was tempted to do, but emeralds are pretty, anyway."
prodigal_miser
"Thanks. I thought so, too."
Permanent smile. Just - this is his face now. It's stuck this way, forever.
Permanent smile. Just - this is his face now. It's stuck this way, forever.
kindestgarden
Ranata is pretty happy too! She orders a flan when the waiter comes by and recommends the tres leches to Adarin.
prodigal_miser
Sure, he'll have that. Tres leches, coming on up.
(The box goes back in his pocket. He'll ask Isabella when it seems appropriate.)
(The box goes back in his pocket. He'll ask Isabella when it seems appropriate.)
kindestgarden
Dessert is delicious!
Ranata asks him if he wants a ride back to Seattle, when they're done. Castarilan, on the other hand, zooms straight home.
Ranata asks him if he wants a ride back to Seattle, when they're done. Castarilan, on the other hand, zooms straight home.
prodigal_miser
It is! Delicious dessert.
"That'd be great! If it's not too out of your way, that is."
"That'd be great! If it's not too out of your way, that is."
kindestgarden
"It's no trouble. My fingers don't hold up to cello-ing that well yet, I'll need to develop the right callusses, so I'm done for the day on that."
kindestgarden
And she hugs him when they've reached the Seattle portal. "I will be so happy to have you as a son-in-law," she tells him. "You'd better ask her quick, she'll be annoyed if she finds out I knew for long before she did!"