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Bella stockpiles hexes.
She already has a ridiculous number, but she wants so many that if it seems most expedient to individually do some manner of hex-magic to every cubic inch of space in her dorm room, she can and still have a ridiculous number left. She wants enough that if Libby turns out to be a particularly dab hand at extortion, to the point where paying up is her best bet, Bella can keep gritting her teeth and handing over tribute up until the point where even this person will believe that this is all there could ever be - and still have a ridiculous number. She wants her ridiculous numbers to have ridiculous numbers.
What does she have?
An Alice. She has one of those.
And she can use what she has to get what she wants, late into the night, hexily disassembling her body's dependence on sleep, and till she should start thinking about catching up on the internet and heading to class.
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self_composed
self_composed
[Because Libby doesn't know I don't need planes to get around, and she's buying.] She leaves the message with Lazarus's brain answering machine.
edgeofyourseat
[Well, that makes sense, I guess.]
Bella may or may not want to be reading Alice right now, because he is in his lair, doing what you would expect Alice to be doing after a whole night of churning out hexes.
Bella may or may not want to be reading Alice right now, because he is in his lair, doing what you would expect Alice to be doing after a whole night of churning out hexes.
self_composed
Indeed Bella is presently declining to supervise - it's not unpleasant as a spectator sport, she's just used up her interest for the time being. [You probably shouldn't come along. Native powers trump wishes, and some people's native powers are seeing stuff.]
self_composed
Where will I meet you when I appear at LaGuardia?Bella asks, after her class is over and she's back in her dorm.
prima-sequentem
I think it would be simplest if I met you at the airport. I'll find you, don't worry.
self_composed
Well, that works. That's actually more information than she had to supply to fully answer Bella's question, which is just about the first promising thing that's happened.
See you there.
self_composed
That's the end of the email conversation, Bella supposes.
She tries Lazarus again. [So, meeting Libby this weekend. Any progress or willingness to make further attempts at progress on star power?]
She tries Lazarus again. [So, meeting Libby this weekend. Any progress or willingness to make further attempts at progress on star power?]
self_composed
[Astronomy?] suggests Bella. [I don't need to sleep anymore. Does that sound appealing?]
self_composed
[Nah, it's new. I wanted to pull an all-nighter and I'd been thinking about it for a while. I can sleep normally at will and wake up under circumstances when I would normally have woken up, or at a predetermined time. Otherwise I always feel like it's about ten in the morning after a good night's rest and a cup of coffee.]
self_composed
Bella adds a hex to his little cloth bag. [Consult your stash of coins.]
nonbird
[Aww, for me?]
He yawns again, pauses a moment, and then comes back sounding much less mumbly.
[Well, that's interesting.]
He yawns again, pauses a moment, and then comes back sounding much less mumbly.
[Well, that's interesting.]
nonbird
[I'm not sure of this yet,] he says cautiously. [But it seems like when I make a wish, part of the magic goes into the wish, and part goes... somewhere else. The part that goes into the wish is most of it; the other part is much smaller.]
nonbird
[Yes. And no, before you ask, I have no idea where or what it does when it gets there.]
self_composed
[Do you think you could watch it go wherever it goes if you were on the lookout for it while making a new wish?]