"I - see the merits of doing that, but -"

"What are they?"

"Encourages people to be very sure of who they marry, discourages doing something permanent and binding for the life of the universe thoughtlessly..."

"Michael and his are happy."

"Yes, in this case I don't think it really applies."

Giggle. "So whichever pretty one has space soonest and your family and our alts can come?"

"Sounds lovely. Should we resurrect the other yous and fetch the Warp one for the wedding too?"

"Sure!"

A queue request is put in for Wish's Rebecca! A demon request is put in for Aurum and Eclipse's Rebeccas and Macalaurës read up on Eclipse's weird thing so they won't be surprised. The three Space forks are too busy for two of them to run off and get married but can spare one and fork for the other. The new Space fork bothers Epic for more detail on the Warp Rebecca's world. 

Thirteen billion people on a fairly small landmass practicing aggressively dystopian population controls. And at war over something stupid. And they have a caste system. And they have the death penalty left and right because overpopulation. And there's an untouchable caste.

Her name is Peka. Her hair is pink and it's gorgeous and she is the untouchable caste. He can't quite tell if it's a religious thing or just equivalently intensely felt but they sure are serious about the 'untouchable'. They segregate them. He mentally tags the place Rainbow Apartheid Planet.

"Why haven't we already done something about this place it looks terrible - and tractably so -"

"Because the multiverse is infinite and there were enough other things that were more tractably so. Do you want to take a team and do a proper post-industrial society first-contact instead of just scooping out your girlfriend -"

"Is that as much work as it sounds?"

"More."

" - yeah. But - but she has to be safe and I want to do this right -"

"Do you have something absurdly elaborate planned?"

"I'll get back to you."

He leaves. He goes to bother a different Maitimo.

"...yes, I could make somebody indestructible without their knowing it," he says, "if I took 216 spellbinders to Warp just before their midnight."

"Great. I have a secret girlfriend and she needs to be safe."

"And you're not fetching her because -"

"I very seriously considered it - I miss her - but it looks like her planet throws a giant stupid tantrum if I let her go anywhere and there's no fucking way I don't let her go anywhere and it seems like maybe a better solution is finesseable and I think she will be happier about this in six months once it's done and we have all eternity. As long as she and her baby are both indestructible."

"Baby's another two hundred sixteen."

"That's a people thing, that means I can just leave it to you. Tonight at midnight?"

"Which one first?"

"My Peka. She is apparently in a war zone."

That night before midnight two hundred sixteen invisible inaudible spellbinders and a coordinating flat Elf go find Macalaurë's girlfriend.