cross_and_bow: (smirk)
Author: cross_and_bow
Having minions comes in handy surprisingly often. They aren't very effective at tasks, but they're very good at acting miniony, and in some contexts it is exactly what she needs for added diplomatic consequence to have three or four of them following her around, addressing her as "Your Majesty", carrying stuff for her. They wanted detailed feedback; they get it. She learns all their names and supplies reports whenever anything out of the ordinary happens and once every other month. They're even doing pretty neat things with the garden. There is now a dense red-flowered shrub that is sort of the same shape as her. Soph has taken it upon herself to teach them board games and hangs out in the palace playing Parcheesi with available minions plus Tony on a routine basis.

Val's interview with James goes well; Bella starts calling her Ambassador, but only when she feels like getting laughed at. Other ambassadors accumulate. There's always work to do, and when it becomes wearying there's always people to love. Bella doesn't sleep. Sleep is boring.

She has a crown now, which pleases the minions to no end, though she doesn't usually wear it when she's not on Mercury. It's simple, just a ring that comes to a peak over her forehead, made of glossy indigo metal that matches her Jane-necklace. It attracts flames when she auras.

Here she is, not-sleeping with two minions, Soph, and Monopoly. When it's not her turn she is reading up on the cultural practices of the Kknrr demons.
poeticterms: The eye of a camera reflecting a complex, indistinct scene in blue, green, and purple. (@ muninn)
Author: poeticterms
[Yggdrasil's Jarvis just lost his connection,] says Jarvis. [Last we heard from him was a report of an incoming missile a few seconds ago.]
cross_and_bow: (shit!)
Author: cross_and_bow

[Shit. I'll be right down to see if I can force the door and go help.]

She tells a minion to roll her turns for her - the minion nods smartly - and pops down.
poeticterms: Completely invisible (a blank transparent GIF image). (# extremely unobtrusive)
Author: poeticterms
The Jarvis she lands in opens a door to Milliways.
cross_and_bow: (business)
Author: cross_and_bow
C'mon, door!

C'mon. Please?
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
The door does not open to Yggdrasil.
cross_and_bow: (solemn)
Author: cross_and_bow
Bella sticks her head back into Sunshine. [I can't get a door to Yggdrasil. Opinions on trying for Atlantis to see if Shell Bell can do it between having been there and her aura?]
poeticterms: Completely invisible (a blank transparent GIF image). (Default)
Author: poeticterms
[It can hardly make things worse to try, can it?]
cross_and_bow: (level)
Author: cross_and_bow
[Okay. Here goes.]

Door. Atlantis, pretty please?

Atlantis!

[Shell Bell, c'mere, somebody's been shooting at Yggdrasil Jarvis. Hi, Pearl, hi, Screwdriver.]
she_sells_seashells: tricky (tricky)
Author: she_sells_seashells
[Wait, what?] Pause. [Is Jane down again?]
cross_and_bow: (business)
Author: cross_and_bow
[Worse than last time. It's been months on my end, but I didn't need you a star's worth till now, and now I can't get to Yggdrasil without you.]
she_sells_seashells: (chilly)
Author: she_sells_seashells
[What the hell is "error 3: blind mice" supposed to mean?] asks Shell Bell. [Okay, I'm coming - lemme leave Tune with Sherlock.]

Shell Bell is day-to-day functional, past psychological damage aside, but she likes having part of herself that never has to leave Sherlock's side. Constant physical contact would be distracting, but she tends to put him in the room with her if she's going anywhere farther than the other side of a building by herself.
sicaria: Dressed up. (⑺ primarily innocence)
Author: sicaria
Tinia untucks to keep Neptune company.
arenaria: (smew)
Author: arenaria
Feathery snuggles.
she_sells_seashells: (becalmed)
Author: she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell kisses Sherlock goodbye, and then she pops to where Juliet has doored in, and follows her out, and she flares aura - nearby humidity arranges itself rainbowlike - and opens the door again, thinking of Yggdrasil.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Success!
cross_and_bow: (business)
Author: cross_and_bow
"Let me," Juliet says, blocking Shell Bell, "all the Jarvised worlds are sorta infected with some magic you don't want, I'm safe but you don't have opacity." She steps through first, spends the star. "Okay, contagiousness averted. We should hit the others as long as we're together, but first things first." [Iron Man?]
she_sells_seashells: (becalmed)
Author: she_sells_seashells
"You're gonna have to tell me what kinda magic," says Shell Bell, stepping through too. They're on Asgard, not the Malibu house. She hopes the Malibu house is just devoid of doors and not, like, server racks.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[Juliet! Hi,] he says. [Wow. Been a while, huh? Where are you?]
cross_and_bow: (business)
Author: cross_and_bow
[We came in on Asgard. Sunshine Jarvises said you lost connectivity and something about a missile? Are you guys okay?]
she_sells_seashells: (unsettled)
Author: she_sells_seashells
[Yeah, I expected the door to get me your house,] says Shell Bell, [are there not currently doors in your house?]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[There is... not currently my house,] Iron Man admits. [Not that house, anyway. We're fine, though, I'm fine, Jarvis is fine, Pepper is fine, all other people and things are fine. Lucky shot took out the ansible or we would've said something sooner.]
she_sells_seashells: maybe (Default)
Author: she_sells_seashells
[Okay, well, as long as we're here we can get you a new ansible.]
cross_and_bow: (perhaps)
Author: cross_and_bow
[And fix the house, if you want.]
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[I would love a new ansible,] says Tony. [You know what else I would love? I would love to be a mint. That would've saved me a lot of trouble a few weeks ago.]
cross_and_bow: (smirk)
Author: cross_and_bow
[Yeah, we can do that too.]
she_sells_seashells: engaged (engaged)
Author: she_sells_seashells
[And we should definitely replace the house while we're here, if only because then I can open a door in it and your Jarvis will know how to make more doors,] says Shell Bell.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
[No, do not replace the house,] laughs Tony, [come here, I'm in Stark Tower, there are plenty of doors and plenty of Jarvis.]
she_sells_seashells: (skyward)
Author: she_sells_seashells
[Sure, that works too.] Pop!
cross_and_bow: (smirk)
Author: cross_and_bow
Also pop!
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Hi," says Iron Man.
most_capable: (ⅱ all about the suit)
Author: most_capable
"Hi," says Pepper.
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Tony snaps his fingers. "Right, and while you're here, could you do the funky immortality thing for Pep?"
cross_and_bow: (eyeroll)
Author: cross_and_bow
"Torching for Pepper, check," says Juliet, waving a hand, while Shell Bell seeks an appropriate door. "Anyone else?"
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"No," he sighs. "Thanks."
cross_and_bow: (checkout)
Author: cross_and_bow
"Are you sure? It's much more inconvenient and expensive to retrieve people who get as far as Downside with Jane out. I had to make a trip a couple months ago."
she_sells_seashells: maybe (Default)
Author: she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell, meanwhile, flares aura - magicmagicmagic! - and doors to Milliways. "Got it, Jarvis?" she asks.
poeticterms: A side view of some circuitry. (^ seshet)
Author: poeticterms
"Fascinating," Jarvis remarks. The door closes. The door opens. The door closes again. "Everything seems to be in order."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Yeah," says Tony, "there was a whole conversation about that, let's just - forget it."
she_sells_seashells: (skyward)
Author: she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell lets her aura subside to a normal level of magicmagic.
cross_and_bow: (meh)
Author: cross_and_bow
"Your call," shrugs Juliet. "It'll depend on how I'm doing for stars and how cooperative the door is on any given day how quick I go get anybody you lose, though, I can't readily get ahold of Aurora for a wheelbarrowful of big coins and I have a lot of demonic shit to handle with my available influx."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"Yes," says Tony, raising his eyes to the ceiling. "I know that. I have been made aware."
most_capable: (ⅱ dance floor daring)
Author: most_capable
Pepper pats him on the arm.
she_sells_seashells: (chilly)
Author: she_sells_seashells
"Anyone fetched from Downside will torch after that anyway," says Shell Bell.
cross_and_bow: (eyeroll)
Author: cross_and_bow
"Yes, well," shrugs Juliet, "not everyone is a sensible Bell."
she_sells_seashells: tricky (tricky)
Author: she_sells_seashells
"Speaking of that sort of thing I wonder if I should door us to Rainbow to pick up coins? You lean on the others more than anybody, with a Sunshine world and no Joker."
cross_and_bow: (business)
Author: cross_and_bow
"...Maybe. I don't suppose you can door to 'wherever the hell Aegis and company went'."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
Iron Man has no comment on dooring to Rainbow or anywhere else; he is busy looking annoyed.
she_sells_seashells: (becalmed)
Author: she_sells_seashells
"I can try it, I got to Rainbow in the first place - are you okay?" Shell Bell asks Iron Man. "Are we in your way? We can go if you'd rather."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"No, it's - fine," he says, waving his hand dismissively, "I'm fine, petty grievances, fine."
she_sells_seashells: engaged (engaged)
Author: she_sells_seashells
"Okay. So we'll go and you can quarantine all the other Jarvised worlds for what disease exactly, Juliet?"
cross_and_bow: (business)
Author: cross_and_bow
"Not diseased, just - okay, I have a sister, but she was magically created including everybody's memories about her a few months ago, and the spell doesn't seem to spread world to world all by itself but it can piggyback on people, so it got the whole Jarvis network. I wished everyone in Sunshine nontransmitting - and I was anyway, I was immune to the original spell, my sister-memories are a deliberate fork-and-merge - and now here too, because I don't think everyone who fails to remember Soph wants to start doing it just from the wrong Sherlock or Tony walking into a Bellparty."
she_sells_seashells: (irked)
Author: she_sells_seashells
"You forked on purpose?"
cross_and_bow: (meh)
Author: cross_and_bow
"The alternatives were worse."
she_sells_seashells: tricky (tricky)
Author: she_sells_seashells
"...And now you have a sister."
cross_and_bow: (eyeroll)
Author: cross_and_bow
"Yep. Named Soph, dating my Tony, plays checkers with my demonic minions on Mercury, incredibly tacky taste in jewelry."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"You have demonic minions?"
cross_and_bow: (eyeroll)
Author: cross_and_bow
"Yeah, I sort of accidentally inherited them after killing their previous goddess when I stalked through her vacated house in full aura. They do my palatial gardening and keep forgetting that I prefer 'your majesty' to 'your flammableness' and occasionally give me consequence on diplomatic excursions. I have asked them several times if they wouldn't rather go live off by themselves, but they are adamant that they have to be somebody's minions and I'm handy."
pythbox: A book. (Default)
Author: pythbox
"That's sort of depressingly adorable," he says.
cross_and_bow: (smirk)
Author: cross_and_bow
"That's a very good summation of my demonic minions, yes."
she_sells_seashells: maybe (Default)
Author: she_sells_seashells
[Hey, Darcy, me and Juliet are in the world; Jane's down so we're harder to call in another time if you need anything, so, while we're here, do you need anything?]
sailorheavymetal: (5. everything is cool)
Author: sailorheavymetal
[Hi! Nah, I think I'm good, thanks!]
she_sells_seashells: (skyward)
Author: she_sells_seashells
[Okay!]

"Darcy's good; you want to hit the Sunshine-family worlds?"
cross_and_bow: (okay)
Author: cross_and_bow
"Yeah, I think so. I'm glad you're okay, Iron Man, Pepper, Jarvis," Juliet adds over her shoulder.
she_sells_seashells: (becalmed)
Author: she_sells_seashells
(Aura!) Door! Shell Bell doesn't have a Jarvis at home; she could ask but she doesn't think to when she can do it herself. She conjures up an ansible, twists off half, as an afterthought makes enough to put other halves in all the other Jarvised worlds and twists them apart too. "There you go, we'll install the others on our rounds," she says.
poeticterms: A microchip with an icon of a graduation cap on it. (^ minerva)
Author: poeticterms
"Thank you," says Jarvis.
she_sells_seashells: (skyward)
Author: she_sells_seashells
"No problem," says Shell Bell sunnily, and through she goes, Juliet following. "Bye!"

How about Apollo next? She lets Juliet in first to quarantine the place.
cross_and_bow: (smirk)
Author: cross_and_bow
Which Juliet does. [Hey guys, here to restore connection to Yggdrasil,] she adds, to Jarvis and the local Tony and Sherlock.
poeticterms: Completely invisible (a blank transparent GIF image). (Default)
Author: poeticterms
[Lovely,] says the local Jarvis. [You have an ansible to give to Tony, I assume?]
cross_and_bow: (pleased)
Author: cross_and_bow
[Yep. Do you need anything else as long as we're here or are things running smoothly by you?]
poeticterms: Part of a laptop keyboard. (# user input)
Author: poeticterms
[Thank you, we're just fine.]
she_sells_seashells: maybe (Default)
Author: she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell's the one actually holding the ansible-halves; she pops to where Tony is and offers it to him.
toblameforit: Smiling a little bit. (*= you jerk! :D)
Author: toblameforit
"Hi, thanks!"
she_sells_seashells: maybe (Default)
Author: she_sells_seashells
"You're welcome!" Random hug. And she rejoins Juliet. And off they go to Helios.
toblameforit: Thoughtful, perhaps mischievous. (+= pretend we're twins)
Author: toblameforit
Helios also has a local Tony who is happy to accept an ansible-half!
she_sells_seashells: maybe (Default)
Author: she_sells_seashells
Good for him! And that's all the Jarvises; there was going to be one in Peace but there is in fact not.

Rainbow time.