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Turtle is very aware of how his alts are having lots of sex. He's not opposed to them having sex. Actually, he supports it completely. They'd fuck him, too, if he were a woman. Except, he's not, so they won't - and vice versa. He's not into women, they're not into men. He's not particularly upset with them about this, but he does want to fix this obvious problem.
He heads to Prime's world.
"Hey," he says. "I need you to do something."
royal_pain
dark_light
"Your entire template is prudes," announces Ice. "Easily flustered prudes. The poor things were separated for a very long time. Imagine if you had to do without Phix for that long."
dark_light
"Yes, I assume that if all Bells of your acquaintance evaporated you would make some businesslike attempt to retrieve us for practical reasons, and if that didn't work you'd make sarcastic comments and move on without incident."
namesthesky
"And making ships that go to the moon in minutes flat and who knows what Phix will be able to do when she's fully explored her talents and all of Katydid's cunning spellbinding."
darkest_evening
"Yes. Those, too. Also, if I'm not mistaken my alts would be incredibly distressed at the mysterious disappearance of all Bells."
namesthesky
Spring pats Max on the shoulder. "There, there, I do not expect any of us to disappear."
ask_nicely
Adana follows, turning her wings to air.
"Gah, that feels weird, I've gotten used to them by now..."
"Gah, that feels weird, I've gotten used to them by now..."
from_scratch
"Nah, nah, take 'em, the tail too, I can replace them later, but I'll probably fall over constantly, they help a lot with balance. At least it's lunar gravity."