She steps through the portal, to Marlatia. She's going to get into a fight with herself.
Iobel is in the room, waiting for her, fussing with spellcharts. "Hi. I can go get Zevros for you - you won't be recognized but you do look odd, dressed like that. And I suppose I'll see if Edarial is awake."
"I'd offer to go naked instead, but somehow I think that would attract more attention."
There is her brother-in-law, eating breakfast. "Hey. Heard there was a - thing? Something about terrorism?"
"There was, but - oh, food -" She grabs some food. "Your alt is visiting, she just got here. I told her I'd send you up."
"Oooo," says Zevros. Scarf, scarf, food, and then he's up to go find her.
He stops. "Wait, where is she? Like, directions."
Iobel sighs. "Up two flights of stairs, all the way to the dead end on the left, on your right, knock and say who you are first."
He follows these directions. He finds the right door, knocks, and says, "So I hear there's a me with tits?"
They take a minute to eye each other.
"So," muses Zevros. "I do seem to make a hot chick. Good, I would accept nothing less."
His alt snorts with laughter. "What, would you put me back if I wasn't hot enough?"
"Yup. Hope your mom's alive, otherwise we'd have to do some gravedigging."
"Zeviana is here. Zevros has probably gotten to her by now. Is there a good way to get Edarial awake, or should I handle it myself, or what do you think?"
"You can get him awake easily enough, but he takes time to wake up," informs Berathyme.