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Shell Bell has not found Milliways by herself since the occasion on which she first met Sherlock.
Today, after eight months, she does.
She makes sure that Sherlock and Tony are both awake, finds that they are but do not want to join her in the bar today unless she finds something interesting, checks her coin supply and finds it sufficient, and steps through.
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"You're very glad you failed," says Shell Bell in a voice that might be quite pleasant under other circumstances. "It's the best possible outcome. If you had not failed, Sherlock would most likely have killed you with her bare hands. I, on the other hand, am just going to put you and everyone who helped you on the moon. In fact, let's all go there right now."
Teleportation into the new moon-neighborhood occurs.
Coin still has nothing to say, apparently.
Teleportation into the new moon-neighborhood occurs.
Coin still has nothing to say, apparently.
sicaria
Neither does Sherlock. Although she does put the smile away a few seconds after they arrive.
she_sells_seashells
"You can tell me who your new neighbors are going to be," says Shell Bell, "or I can find them myself, but you made your bid, you lost, and you're now retired."
"How?" blurts Coin.
"Magic," Bell snaps.
There is a silence, and Coin starts muttering names, and, at Bell's look when she stops, says, "That's everyone who knew."
Bell's lie-detector is quiet. She wishes all the named individuals up without further ceremony. "Reports of my assassination have omitted certain details," she says loudly to the assembled half-dozen people. "Such as that I'm not dead. Such as that I do not appreciate people trying to kill me. Such as that the obvious, obvious consequence of antagonizing the Empress of Atlantis is getting put on the moon. Welcome to the moon, I hope you like it, you do not get to leave. You get the same letter-writing privileges as the ex-Capitolites, your mailbox is over there, you may enter the ex-Capitol proper if desired but if you get into fights with the other moondwellers I will seal off your section, more detailed trials intended for general broadcast and summary appeals of the sentence will begin when I have calmed down."
And she teleports herself and Sherlock back to the kitchen where abandoned cupcake batter continues to rest on the counter.
"How?" blurts Coin.
"Magic," Bell snaps.
There is a silence, and Coin starts muttering names, and, at Bell's look when she stops, says, "That's everyone who knew."
Bell's lie-detector is quiet. She wishes all the named individuals up without further ceremony. "Reports of my assassination have omitted certain details," she says loudly to the assembled half-dozen people. "Such as that I'm not dead. Such as that I do not appreciate people trying to kill me. Such as that the obvious, obvious consequence of antagonizing the Empress of Atlantis is getting put on the moon. Welcome to the moon, I hope you like it, you do not get to leave. You get the same letter-writing privileges as the ex-Capitolites, your mailbox is over there, you may enter the ex-Capitol proper if desired but if you get into fights with the other moondwellers I will seal off your section, more detailed trials intended for general broadcast and summary appeals of the sentence will begin when I have calmed down."
And she teleports herself and Sherlock back to the kitchen where abandoned cupcake batter continues to rest on the counter.
she_sells_seashells
Hugs. Oh, hugs.
"I don't understand why they'd do that," mumbles Bell. "By any sane measure all their lives were getting better with me around. I really wasn't going to challenge Coin's presidency until she was up for reelection and that was years away. I don't understand."
"I don't understand why they'd do that," mumbles Bell. "By any sane measure all their lives were getting better with me around. I really wasn't going to challenge Coin's presidency until she was up for reelection and that was years away. I don't understand."
sicaria
"Perhaps they cannot imagine anyone with power choosing to use that power kindly."
she_sells_seashells
"I don't see what else it would be for. What else would it be for?" Hugs, hugs, hugs.
she_sells_seashells
"I love you too," sighs Bell.
Slowly, slowly, tension drains away from her and she's issuing a much more relaxed hug.
Slowly, slowly, tension drains away from her and she's issuing a much more relaxed hug.
she_sells_seashells
"I'm not really in the mood for cupcakes either," agrees Shell Bell.
she_sells_seashells
Hugs. Hugs, hugs. "I love you so much. I can't believe I died. I talk about living forever and then I get sneak-attacked and I actually die. I'm probably not even twenty."
sicaria
"Then I expect I would have killed Coin," she says. "With my bare hands or otherwise. And made a poor job of administering your empire."
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell's hands clench in the fabric of Sherlock's shirt and she starts crying again softly.
she_sells_seashells
Shell Bell takes a while to calm herself down.
When she has managed it and deems the calm stable, she goes back up to the moon, impresses up on everyone who has just been moved there that she can tell when they're lying, conjures up video cameras, and interviews them about the events leading up to her assassination, although she implies throughout that it never worked in the first place. She then collects all her videos and takes them to her PR manager. He and most of his staff were hired from District Thirteen, so she has a chat with him about the content of the videos, first, and finds him mercifully to fall on her side of the issue (apparently, he didn't vote for Coin). She turns over the video for editing and context-addition and broadcast, and she goes home again.
When she has managed it and deems the calm stable, she goes back up to the moon, impresses up on everyone who has just been moved there that she can tell when they're lying, conjures up video cameras, and interviews them about the events leading up to her assassination, although she implies throughout that it never worked in the first place. She then collects all her videos and takes them to her PR manager. He and most of his staff were hired from District Thirteen, so she has a chat with him about the content of the videos, first, and finds him mercifully to fall on her side of the issue (apparently, he didn't vote for Coin). She turns over the video for editing and context-addition and broadcast, and she goes home again.
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