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The Earthlings native and adopted stay in Marlatia, hiding uneventfully in the guest room, for several days. Isabella immortalizes king and queen both when they sneak her to a sufficiently large, empty, and unoccupied room to do it in. When Adarin has enough mana he makes mirror pairs for each of their majesties to contact their counterpart - Isabella's portal bag is kind of accumulating mirrors at this point. And when he has more mana still, Iobel finds a slightly-bigger-than-door-sized plank and a set of hinges and some screws and combines all these objects on the ceiling of a lockable room on the first floor but out of the way, currently serving as storage for a lot of broken musical instruments that someone once probably identified as probably repairable. This plank gets a portal on it, and the Earthlings go home.
After catching up on business - and allowing time to recover mana, again - and getting their Marlatian alts a laptop each, and putting a router and chargers within easy reach of the portal on their side, which is also on a sheet of wood but is kept in their basement propped up against a wall -
Isabella snuggles up to her husband and suggests searching the planes for more of themselves.
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onthewind
"... Okay I take back the weird hair comment you are a beautiful snowflake and can have whatever hair color you want. Also I want that spell."
namesthesky
Aya shrugs a little. "It wasn't a priority, and I never met anyone who - made it one. I didn't die a virgin, but there's no one I'm desperate to have jumped in the queue."
dark_light
"Well, that's arguably less depressing than Iobel's situation. She's married to an Adarin, but the circumstances leading to it are staggeringly terrible and they're still trying to make their way out of all the excess sad."
onthewind
"... That sounds depressing, whatever that is. Aya, I am glad you are not depressing. You're my friend, you are not allowed to be stuck in excess sadness."
prodigal_miser
"Mhm," says Adarin, loyally. "You'll be throttling the economy and declaring yourself empress in no time."
dark_light
"Or whatever. I'm not sure how much leeway you get from Perinixu or how much you care about what she lets you do?"
namesthesky
"She has some finicky preferences about trivial details for her priests and acolytes," shrugs Ayabel, "that I don't mind, but she's responsive to arguments about efficiency and has reasonable ideas about what to be efficient at doing. With the resources I had, that meant I biked around healing people and teaching the priests how to update the sanitation systems and writing the occasional book. If you're giving me more stuff, that will change."
prodigal_miser
"... This is coming off as another world that probably would benefit greatly from germ theory. Love, you are going to end up Empress of Useful Wikipedia Facts at this rate."
namesthesky
"...This world has germ theory. My original world doesn't, though. Well, last I checked, more than fifty years ago - how much more I couldn't say, Rae, what year is it?"
onthewind
"... Gah, I need to update my maps, I bet it's been ages and the domains have all shuffled around. Is the ocean-bitch gone?"
onthewind
"Damn. Okay then. I'll go grab maps later and figure out what's changed while we were dead. Also how long it's been."
namesthesky
"Perinixu isn't going to be able to produce the year on command either, but she might know where my bike is because I left it to another acolyte. Unless the visitors are starving I would like that ride to her domain now. What am I getting a ride on?"
dark_light
"This," says Isabella, hefting her cloud-pine. "It will just barely fit three if we all get along really well, without anybody's daemon getting in the way. Idania seems to have flying covered by herself."
