a profusion of whistles

[self_composed]

"I didn't wind up interacting directly with Micaiah much," says Stella, after returning home from a certain visit. "Does he deviate from template significantly? He didn't have wings, so I imagine it was by less than Angela deviates from my template."

Comments

[dark_light]

"Oh yeah, I should have one of those," says Amariah.

[self_composed]

Stella tosses her a hex.

[dark_light]

Amariah wishes on it.

"The settings on this thing," she says, "are so obviously designed for this extremely specific purpose. This is, what, fifteen different flavors of getting cut?"

[self_composed]

"Yeah, Alice felt they were important distinctions," shrugs Stella.

[truthwright]

"I think we should have sex right now," Petaal declares. "Stella, want in?"

[self_composed]

"No thank you. And I'm not sure I wanna stick around if the conversation's going to stall for the next however long, so, real quick -" She makes them each a bandolier, with some starter coins on Amariah's, and quickly private-brainphones the star secret to Amariah. "Kas, Petaal, don't use stars unless Amariah tells you what I just told her and which not even Alice knows, stars are evil, they'll eat you up and not in a good way," she adds aloud. "Maybe I'll come visit you guys later. I can force the door - Amariah, that's a star, it'll go anywhere you've been before, or at least I think that's how it works."

[dark_light]

"Oh!" exclaims Amariah. "I've been to Juliet's, I can mint Juliet!"

[self_composed]

"If it turns out to work every time instead of being Milliways-obstinate, then yeah," laughs Stella. "You guys have fun. I'll write this up and then I'm heading home."

[truthwright]

Petaal turns lion and headbutts Amariah gently toward a bedroom door.

[dark_light]

Amariah goes where ushered, giggling.

[self_composed]

Stella waves, and writes very fast, and leaves.

[truthwright]

"Let's make hexes," Petaal says cheerfully, shifting male-angel as soon as there is a closed door between her and Stella.

[dark_light]

"Okay," says Amariah. "Flavor choice?"

[truthwright]

"Something sharp," says Kas.

[dark_light]

That leaves fifteen choices. She goes with a metal blade. As though she pulled her dagger and ran him through with it.

Hex is a thousand and up, isn't it?

One thousand triangles of dagger.

[truthwright]

Petaal wraps her arms around Amariah and kisses her.

[dark_light]

...Some time later, Amariah saunters out of the Belltower to try forcing the door to Juliet's world with a shiny new declawed star that looks like Petaal's angelwing pattern.

Doesn't work.

"Rats," says Path.

[truthwright]

"Yeah," agrees Petaal.

[dark_light]

"Oh well," Amariah sighs. "Home? Well. This strip club? And a teleportation power?"

[truthwright]

"Yeah. Those," says Kas, grinning a little.

[dark_light]

Teleportation powers! Strip club! Teleportation!