"I didn't wind up interacting directly with Micaiah much," says Stella, after returning home from a certain visit. "Does he deviate from template significantly? He didn't have wings, so I imagine it was by less than Angela deviates from my template."
"The settings on this thing," she says, "are so obviously designed for this extremely specific purpose. This is, what, fifteen different flavors of getting cut?"
"Yeah, Alice felt they were important distinctions," shrugs Stella.
"No thank you. And I'm not sure I wanna stick around if the conversation's going to stall for the next however long, so, real quick -" She makes them each a bandolier, with some starter coins on Amariah's, and quickly private-brainphones the star secret to Amariah. "Kas, Petaal, don't use stars unless Amariah tells you what I just told her and which not even Alice knows, stars are evil, they'll eat you up and not in a good way," she adds aloud. "Maybe I'll come visit you guys later. I can force the door - Amariah, that's a star, it'll go anywhere you've been before, or at least I think that's how it works."
"Oh!" exclaims Amariah. "I've been to Juliet's, I can mint Juliet!"
"If it turns out to work every time instead of being Milliways-obstinate, then yeah," laughs Stella. "You guys have fun. I'll write this up and then I'm heading home."
"Let's make hexes," Petaal says cheerfully, shifting male-angel as soon as there is a closed door between her and Stella.
Hex is a thousand and up, isn't it?
One thousand triangles of dagger.
Doesn't work.
"Rats," says Path.
"Oh well," Amariah sighs. "Home? Well. This strip club? And a teleportation power?"