not equipped to handle this | Glowfic Constellation

Isabella Mariel Swan ∀ "Glass"

Cath makes a quiet comment to Milo, who struggles not to laugh.

thaumobabble

"Somebody you know?"

thisvorlunatic

"That is the Empress of Cetaganda," says Miles. "Her name is Lisbet Serise. I would not recommend interrupting her no matter what she's doing."

she_sells_seashells

"...Okay, that makes... the second Empress Libby we've run into and the first one we found definitely needed interrupting, what's this one's story?"

thisvorlunatic

"Of the Cetagandans I've met, she struck me as the most reasonable, practical, and friendly," he says. "I would and have trusted her with my life. But she operates under such a heavy mantle of security at all times that I would expect her first reaction to anyone contacting her unexpectedly through unusual channels would be extreme alarm, and I don't think that's the kind of first impression you'd rather make, even if you clear it up very quickly afterward."

she_sells_seashells

Both Bells glance at the local representative of Libbies.

Elizabeth Kirsch

prima-sequentem

The local representative of Libbies is studying Miles thoughtfully.

"And what did she think of you?"

thisvorlunatic

"Well, she told me I have nice eyes," he offers, smirking.

Elizabeth Kirsch

prima-sequentem

Libby laughs and nods. "Credentials accepted."

Addressing the Bells present, she adds, "Aelise's situation was a pretty unusual one for the template. I don't think you'll find Lisbet doing things you'd disapprove of unless she's doing them to avert an extinction-level disaster." Back to Miles. "Are there any extinction-level disasters looming in your world?"

thisvorlunatic

He shakes his head. "It'd have to be one hell of a disaster. There are humans living on something like two hundred planets."

she_sells_seashells

Shell Bell applauds lightly. "Okay, so - contact her in some conventional manner, or don't, it's probably not urgent. Ripper?"

tearingup

"I don't actually have whatever fancy superpowers Libby was using to spy on her alt. Mine probably isn't up to anything where it would be that bad if I brainphoned him..."

she_sells_seashells

"Do that or take thirty seconds of pastwatching, up to you."

tearingup

"Eh, I'll take the thirty seconds of pastwatching just in case."

she_sells_seashells

Pentagon.

tearingup

Peer.

"Yeah, that's a me. Same face, even, and my age. Asleep, though."

she_sells_seashells

"You wanna, I don't know, leave him a note?"

tearingup

Shrug. "Sure."

she_sells_seashells

"Compose something and we can drop it off."

tearingup

He rummages in pockets, comes up with paper and a pen, and stares at the blank paper.

"...On second thought, I can't think of anything I'd find more believable than freaky if it was me."

she_sells_seashells

"Oh well. Miles, you don't recognize the face or anything...?"

thisvorlunatic

Miles squints at Keth.

"...A nonzero amount," he says. "Might be somebody I've seen around but don't know well... can I get a picture of, say, the planet he's on or the city he's in?"

she_sells_seashells

Shell Bell leans into the world and forwards a picture of each.

thisvorlunatic

"My home planet and its capital, respectively. I will find him later and tell him all of this exciting news," says Miles.

she_sells_seashells