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Bella finds Milliways in the moon palace instead of one of her balconies.
"Huh," she says aloud.
Then, to Alice, Libby, Elena, and Mary, and Lazarus except he autoreplies with a busy message, [Hey folks, Moonstone Palace grew a bar that I don't remember putting in, come check it out.]
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self_composed
manofmyword
He blinks wide, excessively innocent eyes at her, an effect it is difficult to achieve with the surrounding sockets blacked out by makeup.
"Pretty please, can I have an asteroid?"
"Pretty please, can I have an asteroid?"
self_composed
"I don't have a way to get to your world and do magic there," Bella points out. "Since you're sleeping. Although now that you mention it, I would in fact be pretty comfortable stashing you on an asteroid for the rest of your life."
manofmyword
"I'd get bored eventually," he says. "Unless I still came here, I guess. Then I'd be juuuust fine."
self_composed
"There's no obvious reason why you wouldn't, unless it only happens when you sleep in certain geographical locations."
self_composed
"That could be about the location or about any number of coincident factors," Bella shrugs.
self_composed
"Quite possibly. And much safer for everyone. Because a plain old human cannot get off an asteroid without equipment or magic."
manofmyword
"Maybe so," he agrees placidly. "You're fun. If you put me on an asteroid will you come visit sometimes?"
self_composed
"I'll talk to you if I run into you in Milliways," Bella says.
She doesn't doubt that this fellow can talk most people into doing things they wouldn't normally do, even without much leverage. She thinks she's probably not one of them. But she doesn't want to be overconfident.
She doesn't doubt that this fellow can talk most people into doing things they wouldn't normally do, even without much leverage. She thinks she's probably not one of them. But she doesn't want to be overconfident.
self_composed
"I'm not so hung up on the social niceties that they'll get me to do things that were not previously at least on the 'maybe' list."
manofmyword
"But," he admits, with a sly glance to the side and a conspiratorial lean forward, "I'm glad you can't stick me on an asteroid."
self_composed
"You'd get all nostalgic for the murder and for your bat-clad crush," says Bella, with sympathy that is not entirely mocking.
manofmyword
"Mostly for her," he says. "Don't tell me you fell for that one too; I don't like murder all by itself."
manofmyword
"Mm, well, that's the thing," he says, tipping his chair back on two legs and glancing up into the rafters, gesturing expressively with one hand. "It's fun, sometimes; I'm not saying it's not. And it's fun-ny. But it's not an end in itself, like... oh... sex."
self_composed
"You just do it to see how people react, is that it? And nothing else guarantees such a very strong reaction, or you'd content yourself with property damage and white-collar crime and provocative graffiti and dumping trucksful of jellybeans onto the freeway."
manofmyword
He puts his hands on the table, drops his chair level again, and grins.
"It's not all about the reactions, either," he says. "Some. You know who you should talk to? You should talk to Quin. I bet you guys'd get along. Don't tell her you're planning on yanking me off the planet, though; she wouldn't like it at all." He leans forward across the table, glances side-to-side, whispers: "I think she likes me."
"It's not all about the reactions, either," he says. "Some. You know who you should talk to? You should talk to Quin. I bet you guys'd get along. Don't tell her you're planning on yanking me off the planet, though; she wouldn't like it at all." He leans forward across the table, glances side-to-side, whispers: "I think she likes me."