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The following morning, Bell hears what sounds like a fire alarm. It's not in their building - it's at least a block away. From her window, she can clearly see the house that's caught, near the train station, and just as clearly see that there isn't any bucket brigade handling it yet.
She seizes her wand from the nightstand and assumes control over the fire; if there's anyone in the unburnt part of the house they'll be able to get out. "SHERLOCK! TONY!" she calls.
Bell wants a second opinion before she snakes this fire down the corner of the house and over the grass to destroy the train station.
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she_sells_seashells
truthwright
And who should be coming down the stairs but Kas and the Joker, leaning cuddlishly on each other, with Petaal as a medium-sized snake draped across both sets of shoulders.
manofmyword
When he spots the pair of Bells, and more specifically Shell Bell, he beams and waves.
dark_light
Path peers at Petaal. "Does that count?" he asks on Isabella's behalf.
manofmyword
The Joker runs his hand lovingly along Petaal's scaly tail.
"I am alive," he says. "Of course you weren't sure, that's the point. I wasn't sure either," he admits cheerfully. "Never been killed here before. But apparently, it doesn't stick."
"I am alive," he says. "Of course you weren't sure, that's the point. I wasn't sure either," he admits cheerfully. "Never been killed here before. But apparently, it doesn't stick."
she_sells_seashells
"Huh. Good to know. Have you seen the one of us who put you on the asteroid recently? Or any similar person. We're trying to start a club of alts of ours," says Shell Bell.
dark_light
"She wants to call it 'the Belltower'," puts in Isabella. "Hand out keys to uses and their friends and have a base in Milliways for meeting up and trading and whatever."
she_sells_seashells
"I wonder if the bar will let us leave notes for alts we've only heard of, like 'the vampire one' and 'the one who put him on an asteroid'," muses Shell Bell. "Or maybe that's redundant, since she's going to notify any alts who come in anyway."
dark_light
"We may as well ask. Personalizing the messages probably can't hurt. But let's go see the place and talk décor," says Isabella.
manofmyword
"I bet you I could leave a note for the one who put me on an asteroid," says the Joker. "If you want."
she_sells_seashells
"For some reason," Shell Bell tells the Joker, "I'm not sure that would have the desired effect. Not that I can stop you, though."
manofmyword
The Joker giggles, too, hugging him.
"Have fun, sweetie," he says, and kisses the top of Petaal's head. "You too."
He disentangles himself from both of them and wanders off into the bar.
"Have fun, sweetie," he says, and kisses the top of Petaal's head. "You too."
He disentangles himself from both of them and wanders off into the bar.
she_sells_seashells
"Okay. This room number starts with a four, so we climb four flights of stairs, even though it is five digits long, because," Bell shrugs, "Millways." She leads the way.
Presently convenient space-warping sees them arrive at a room with their number on it. It even says "THE BELLTOWER" on the door.
Bell has something of a despairing love-hate relationship with Milliways sometimes.
Presently convenient space-warping sees them arrive at a room with their number on it. It even says "THE BELLTOWER" on the door.
Bell has something of a despairing love-hate relationship with Milliways sometimes.
dark_light
Isabella fumbles with her key - places she goes usually aren't locked - but eventually gets the door open.
It's more like an apartment than a single room. A good-sized apartment intended for parties. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large partially-divided living room, a kitchenette. (A full-sized kitchen would be nice, but Milliways has room service, and at least it has a fridge.) The existing furniture isn't fancy, but the place is chaired and tabled.
"Well, this looks nice enough to me," says Isabella, who sleeps in a hammock over a pad just thick enough to leave her bones unbroken if it dumps her out in the middle of the night. "The bedrooms are convenient, too, if you and your people are going to stay here for a while before taking me home to assassinate people, since I can't pay for one on my own."
It's more like an apartment than a single room. A good-sized apartment intended for parties. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large partially-divided living room, a kitchenette. (A full-sized kitchen would be nice, but Milliways has room service, and at least it has a fridge.) The existing furniture isn't fancy, but the place is chaired and tabled.
"Well, this looks nice enough to me," says Isabella, who sleeps in a hammock over a pad just thick enough to leave her bones unbroken if it dumps her out in the middle of the night. "The bedrooms are convenient, too, if you and your people are going to stay here for a while before taking me home to assassinate people, since I can't pay for one on my own."
she_sells_seashells
"It is pretty decent as it stands. We could put in and fill our pages on the guestbook and leave it otherwise completely alone, and it would be... okay," Bell agrees. "I just don't think I want it to look brand-new or half-worked-on to other people who come here. Ideally it'll impress empresses with heaps of magic - more than you, some of them. We have a budget; we can hang some pictures and put down some rugs and have spare sheets and towels in the closet."
dark_light
"I wonder to what extent we have similar taste," muses Isabella. "I mean, we aren't dressed at all the same, but my entire species dresses this sort of way, and I don't have the impression that you've had the luxury to choose your clothes."
she_sells_seashells
"I should probably actually get at least a couple outfits I actually like, while I'm here," says Shell Bell. "I live with the Starks now, and I don't leave the house except to come here; no one's going to inconveniently wonder where I got pants other than clam waders and a shirt that isn't made of patches in various shades of blue. Maybe Milliways can provide some sort of catalog for inspiration and we can compare opinions on its contents."
she_sells_seashells
Bell considers him.
"You can suggest things and break ties," she offers.
"You can suggest things and break ties," she offers.