Cam reads up on the remarked phenomena. "This is a fantastic sort of multiverse I find myself in," he murmurs.
"Yes. I'm still nonplussed about why I'm girls. But I'll take it."
Juliet laughs. "Read up on the standard powerset and describe what you want and we can stack you up with an evil," she instructs. "Takes one to make anything stick now you torch, but I stand by my order of operations since you don't even go through Downside and if something unexpected happened you'd be hard to fish out."
"Yes ma'am," says Cam flippantly, and he reads. Partway through he says, "I'll take a pentagon-temporary super-speed thing to get through this material quicker if you've got it to spare." He is obliged. He reads faster.
"You should also write your own profile for future additions to the peal - current ones will all meet you in person; the book used to be more important before we had Jane - and then we should disseminate the news, and then we throw a party somewhere, I don't know if you're in a position to host one, someone else can do it."
"I probably could host a decent-sized party at the Seedling offices but I don't know if it'd be a great idea," says Cam, writing in a profile to the original Bellbook. Grace copies it into herself in realtime. "Not what the place is designed for."
Sherlock glances at the profile and grins. "Oh, I do like you, you're delightful."
"Not everybody's had a party-hosting turn yet," Juliet says. "Stella did the celebratory Downside-conquering party, Rose hosted her own introduction party. I'm sure someone else'll take a turn to do your introduction party. Jane, you want to ask around? Cam, here, have a declawed evil."
He confers with Grace for a bit, and wishes himself a standard power stack, except that Grace wants his perfect memory stored in her, so she can help, and they wind up with a system where everything will in fact be transcribed to her in spite of being stored indelibly in his own brain too. "I want to wish Grace some wards too, gimme," says Cam, holding out a hand, "or at least gimme a hex so I can mint up Jellybean."
The star wraps Grace up nice and safe. "I'll go get Jellybean in here, he'll flip," says Cam. "Oh, maybe I'd better get one of those - gems, first. Hmm. Not much of a jewelry person. I'll take an earpiece, let's make it clear." He wishes one up, tucks it in, and plugs the other half of the ansible into Jane's hub. Then he teleports to the door, sticks his head out, and says, [Jellybean, you will never guess what happened! Get Matilda and c'mere!]
"Interdimensional magic bar! There are alternate versions of all three of us. I'm girls, for some reason."
"What do you mean, of course I am? Do I give off a vibe of definitely being mostly girls if you sample ten of me?" snorts Cam. "Here we go." Teleportation takes all three of them back out to the Belltower.
"Hullo, Jellybean and Matilda," says Juliet. "I'm Bella. Call me Juliet, because there's lots of us."
"In those exact words? No, actually," laughs Juliet. "You want to see hot, though -" She permits an aura flare, grinning.
"I want one of those, by the way, is there some Saturn left?"
"Sure, lots. I think the pack of Jokers," she says, waving at Jellybean, "is still around, or planning to make another trip, or something, for their own."
"No. Try Amariah," says Juliet. She withdraws her aura. "Or wait and see if Cam gets something cool. They don't match, not in the special features."
"Is Amariah happy about having her test-driving tendencies bandied about to people-in-general?"