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Here, in a place where she is quite an unexpected sight, is:
an eight year old girl with brown-flecked white wings, looking dismayed and lost.
pen_is_wow
It is after a few days spent more-or-less like this that Gloria gets a text message.
"Hey, kiddo, door lady found the bar again."
"Hey, kiddo, door lady found the bar again."
The Milliways door is inside the house, and no one else is home, so the owner can't come to the door, but luckily it's unlocked. Passing through the house reveals that it is not very tidy, but also not unsanitary.
And then there is Milliways.
And then there is Milliways.
pen_is_wow
"Yay! Holding door please?" Pen asks the collective of house-person-and-Gloria. "Real quick." She steps into Milliways.
she_sells_seashells
Presently, another door spontaneously generates to the side of the one the lady is holding for Pen, and a person steps through it, and the extra door vanishes. This person's entire bearing-and-then-some screams I AM SO SUPER MAGIC. "Hi, Pen. You got lost, huh? Who are these people?"
"I am a random bystander who is leaving now," house lady says quickly.
"Hi, I'm Gloria Scott," Gloria says, stepping into the bar and letting the door close behind her. "I have a reputation for dealing with weird situations, so when someone saw a little girl wandering around who wasn't any known type of supernatural being, they brought her to me. I've been looking after her for the past few days."
"Hi, I'm Gloria Scott," Gloria says, stepping into the bar and letting the door close behind her. "I have a reputation for dealing with weird situations, so when someone saw a little girl wandering around who wasn't any known type of supernatural being, they brought her to me. I've been looking after her for the past few days."
she_sells_seashells
"Well, thanks for looking out for Pen. You ready to go home?" Shell Bell asks Pen. When Pen nods, she disappears. "On behalf of her mom, anything you'd like done with really quite unfair torrents of all-purpose magic as long as you have our attention?"
"...Off the top of my head...there's a particularly nasty man running around who has zero compunctions assaulting people and doing things like changing their species without their consent. We've been trying to track him down and get rid of him for years with no success." She rubs the side of her neck.
"I mean, if you have torrents of all-purpose magic and therefore a better solution than killing him, be my guest, but he's a Class One vampire and therefore pretty much impossible for people in my universe to keep contained.
...Pen says you have vampires that are different from my kind. We have thirteen classes of vampire. Class One vampires--like me, or my wife, or this villain--are extremely fast, extremely strong, and heal from most injuries in seconds. Human prisons don't hold us if we don't want them to."
...Pen says you have vampires that are different from my kind. We have thirteen classes of vampire. Class One vampires--like me, or my wife, or this villain--are extremely fast, extremely strong, and heal from most injuries in seconds. Human prisons don't hold us if we don't want them to."
thaumobabble
Another person who looks like a modestly older version of the first one and whose I AM SUPER MAGIC ambience also says (AND I AM FROM A FOREST) appears.
"Hi. ...Oh, weird. Anyway, could you open the door so I can have a look at your world?"
"Hi. ...Oh, weird. Anyway, could you open the door so I can have a look at your world?"
thaumobabble
Glass looks at the world.
"Whoo," she says. "That's a tangle. Lots of stuff. Fewer kinds of practicable magic than Chronicle and fewer sapient species than Sunshine but still. Slightly sheafy - maybe an afterlife? Yeah, that looks like an afterlife, I don't think we can Downside it on our own, probably would require either showing the admin a native or talking to the - something. That might be a god, that's, uh, interesting. Not all that mean, sort of Originish but without the bland, I have the sense it's trying and just sucks at it. Shouldn't hurt a Janepoint though."
"Whoo," she says. "That's a tangle. Lots of stuff. Fewer kinds of practicable magic than Chronicle and fewer sapient species than Sunshine but still. Slightly sheafy - maybe an afterlife? Yeah, that looks like an afterlife, I don't think we can Downside it on our own, probably would require either showing the admin a native or talking to the - something. That might be a god, that's, uh, interesting. Not all that mean, sort of Originish but without the bland, I have the sense it's trying and just sucks at it. Shouldn't hurt a Janepoint though."
"I can't say I'm surprised we have a god," says Gloria, who is wearing a cross necklace, "but I will admit to being surprised that you have magic that can tell either way. In a being impressed sense, not a disbelieving sense," she hastens to assure them.
thaumobabble
Glass looks at her necklace. "Most worlds that have Christianity actually don't," she says. "Even the one that has crosses that repel local vampires, though I'm gathering that your kind doesn't have that problem. ...And the last time we encountered a plausibly Christian mythos playing out in real life we didn't get along with it. Fair warning."
"From my point of view, that is disappointing and sad. But I hope you don't mind if I hold out hope for my universe.
...And if I haven't misunderstood you, I do think having a native afterlife is better than lacking one and hoping a more convenient one than the one you hypothetically would have will show up and rescue you from oblivion."
...And if I haven't misunderstood you, I do think having a native afterlife is better than lacking one and hoping a more convenient one than the one you hypothetically would have will show up and rescue you from oblivion."