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Everyone pops in. All the Bells, all the Jokers - except for the Joker, who is missing for some reason - and the Bells immediately, without having to speak, divide their tasks amongst themselves. Stella and Angela and Pattern and Cam start brainstorming solutions - not implementing them, yet, just generating ideas that might work depending on what they're dealing with. Golden, as the one who's actually had her mind read by a loved one - albeit under more controlled circumstances - is working with Shell Bell, the other previously broken-beyond-recognition Bell, on coming up with a plan to help walk Isibel through recovery after they fix this somehow. Cam eventually folds into this conversation from the other since he's the one with a talking notebook; if they can find Isibel's old books they might be able to turn them into something that could help more actively. Rose is peering into Isibel's mindscape, looking for visible damage that she can just heal directly. Amariah's popping back into Milliways and forcing the door to the elf's world so she can drop a Janepoint in the cave to keep it temporally synced, then coming back and joining Juliet and Aegis in interrogating the demon and the waking dragon about what exactly they have done to Isibel.
"...I think I will also stay," he says, smiling.
"Don't make a mess of my palace, please," sighs Shell Bell. And she cues Jane and all the Bells are in Isibel's cave.
"Hi there," says Stella to the elf who has been peering at the Janepoint. "You a friend of Isibel's?"
"You should choose a nickname, when you're ready," Rose tells Isibel. "Something less similar to our names."
"Oh. I - I'll think about it," says Isibel, laughing a little. "I See you, Magania."
"I See you, Isibel," says Magania, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Many times over."
"Hullo, I know I look like the odd one out but I'm cut from the same mold," says Cam, waving. "You didn't answer Stella."
"Has the world got a name already or does that have to wait for you to recover some more, too?" Shell Bell asks Isibel.
"So you're Magania? What're you doing here? Isn't this Isibel's cave?"
"Or the dragon-demon-pair's cave, I think Isibel has a house, she led me here when I wanted to talk to them..."
"They need nicknames too, we can't guarantee we'll never run into another Joker with horns and wings and whatever configuration of limbs," snorts Aegis.
"I am indeed Magania," says Magania. "I have come to visit Isibel, and I have brought tea. Perhaps it would please you all to take tea with us, and to speak of such things as you may wish to discuss. I did not expect so many, but I am sure arrangements can be made for our comfort."
"Ah," says Isibel. "Thank you, Magania. ...Elves do not like questions," she adds to the other Bells.
"But you seem cool with it - are you just that messed up? - oops -"
"What do you do instead? I'm sorry, I just have no other idea how to find that out besides asking it."
"I do not much mind being asked questions, anymore; I doubt they will ever feel intrusive to me again," says Isibel. "And - well, I have never been much good at this kind of delicacy, but you can state that you do not know something, or that it would please you to hear it, as a simple workaround."
"Okay," says Path.
"And I'm sure we'd all love to have some tea and explain ourselves."
"I don't like tea," says Aegis, conjuring herself an umbrella-decorated glass of juice instead. It has a crazy straw. She sips it.
"It pleases me to see you so at home with yourself," Magania says to Isibel, taking a graceful step-and-turn back toward the entrance of the cave to invite all the Bells to exit it with her. "It would also please me to know how this came to be."
"Yeah, I bet it would. Oh man, if she can't ask questions I bet we could all just sit here staring at her cryptically and drive her nuts. That'd be mean, let's not do that. Hi, Magania, we're versions of Isibel here from ten other worlds. We helped fix her. She's gonna get better."
"Perhaps you could introduce yourselves to her," Isibel adds. "For that matter, I do not believe I know all of your nicknames, as I was asleep for much of the time you spent trying to repair me."
"Oh, yeah, sure. So, we're mostly named Isabella -" Stella, Golden, Amariah, Angela, Juliet, Aegis, and Pattern all raise their hands - "and some of us prefer Bella -" Amariah and Angela drop their hands - "and then there's Bell and Belle and Campbell -" The named individuals wave when named - "and when we're all hanging out together it gets really confusing, so we have nicknames. Mine is Stella."