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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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truthwright
Isabella is sweet.
Kas would offer to hug Bell, too, if she seemed like she'd like that, but she doesn't.
Kas would offer to hug Bell, too, if she seemed like she'd like that, but she doesn't.
she_sells_seashells
"I'm so glad I met you," says Bell, not for the first time, when the hug ends and she's removed most of the liquid evidence for tears.
dark_light
"C'mon, double-check these rugs," says Isabella, pushing her notebook over.
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell double-checks rugs.
She approves of rugs.
She elects to turn the decoration of the walls over to Isabella and Kas, while she goes and gets a large empty notebook for various Bells to fill up with their personal profiles and puts a template on the first page and herself as the first entry.
She approves of rugs.
She elects to turn the decoration of the walls over to Isabella and Kas, while she goes and gets a large empty notebook for various Bells to fill up with their personal profiles and puts a template on the first page and herself as the first entry.
truthwright
"Mmm... not sure yet," he says. "Do you know if that bar gives out art? Seems like she gives out everything else."
dark_light
"I guess we can ask and get one of those charming napkins in reply," says Isabella. "And maybe wheedle her into producing another catalog."
truthwright
"We don't need one," says Kas. "If she can do art, she can do pretty much any art I ask for, right?"
dark_light
"Yeah, if you have something in mind," says Isabella. "It didn't sound like you did."
truthwright
"I'm thinking lots of pretty landscapes," he says. "All different places and seasons. Big ones and little ones."
dark_light
"That sounds nice," says Isabella, tilting her head. "I wonder how specific Bar can get. I don't think anyone has ever photographed the Nunavut cloud-pine stand, but isn't it beautiful? And we could get a nice beach for Shell Bell, and maybe the wilderness around Forks..."
dark_light
"Let's!"
They meet Bell on the way down the stairs; she's got the guestbook. There's a quick swap of notions - landscapes! format of profile pages - and then Isabella continues down.
"I like having an alt," she remarks to Kas as they approach the bar.
They meet Bell on the way down the stairs; she's got the guestbook. There's a quick swap of notions - landscapes! format of profile pages - and then Isabella continues down.
"I like having an alt," she remarks to Kas as they approach the bar.
dark_light
"One of the Tonies made a point of asking me if Petaal could turn human when I told everyone where you'd run off to," Isabella snorts. "Hello, Bar! Can you get us photos of locations that may not have technically been photographed before? And how much do prints of those cost? In Tony's dollars, and maybe can you tell me how much an apple costs in Tony's dollars so I can compare if the rates are different from dollars I'm familiar with?"
truthwright
"One of the Tonies is a smart cookie," says Petaal.
Bar's response to Isabella's query is generally positive. The currencies are comparable, and photographs of locations unlikely to have been photographed are quite cheap.
Bar's response to Isabella's query is generally positive. The currencies are comparable, and photographs of locations unlikely to have been photographed are quite cheap.
dark_light
"Beautiful," says Isabella. "Um, can you see me? Somehow? I'd like a picture yea big of the spot in Nunavut where I cut my cloud-pine. Midwinter, cloudy but not actively snowing." She holds her hands to form corners, several feet apart. "And one of a forested beachy section of Forks, same size, panorama-style, trees on the left and ocean on the right? Summertime on a sunny day."
truthwright
Bar produces the requested items, not framed but on a stiff backing that looks reasonably durable.
Kas beams.
Kas beams.
she_sells_seashells
In the Belltower, Bell is writing her profile in the book. "Oh, those are pretty," she says when she sees the pictures. "Are those places on your world?"