self_composed | welcome to the chessboard

Bella stockpiles hexes.

She already has a ridiculous number, but she wants so many that if it seems most expedient to individually do some manner of hex-magic to every cubic inch of space in her dorm room, she can and still have a ridiculous number left. She wants enough that if Libby turns out to be a particularly dab hand at extortion, to the point where paying up is her best bet, Bella can keep gritting her teeth and handing over tribute up until the point where even this person will believe that this is all there could ever be - and still have a ridiculous number. She wants her ridiculous numbers to have ridiculous numbers.

What does she have?

An Alice. She has one of those.

And she can use what she has to get what she wants, late into the night, hexily disassembling her body's dependence on sleep, and till she should start thinking about catching up on the internet and heading to class.

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From:

self_composed

Where will I meet you when I appear at LaGuardia?

Bella asks, after her class is over and she's back in her dorm.

From:

prima_sequentem

I think it would be simplest if I met you at the airport. I'll find you, don't worry.

From:

self_composed

How am I to recognize you?

From:

prima_sequentem

Her reply contains no text, just a picture.

From:

self_composed

Well, that works. That's actually more information than she had to supply to fully answer Bella's question, which is just about the first promising thing that's happened.

See you there.

From:

prima_sequentem

Yep.

From:

self_composed

That's the end of the email conversation, Bella supposes.

She tries Lazarus again. [So, meeting Libby this weekend. Any progress or willingness to make further attempts at progress on star power?]

From:

nonbird

[Good morning,] he says sleepily. [Who invented mornings?]

From:

self_composed

[Astronomy?] suggests Bella. [I don't need to sleep anymore. Does that sound appealing?]

From:

nonbird

[..Yes, actually. Did I see that one already? I forget.]

From:

self_composed

[Nah, it's new. I wanted to pull an all-nighter and I'd been thinking about it for a while. I can sleep normally at will and wake up under circumstances when I would normally have woken up, or at a predetermined time. Otherwise I always feel like it's about ten in the morning after a good night's rest and a cup of coffee.]

From:

nonbird

[That's very well designed,] he compliments, yawning. [I want one.]

From:

self_composed

Bella adds a hex to his little cloth bag. [Consult your stash of coins.]

From:

nonbird

[Aww, for me?]

He yawns again, pauses a moment, and then comes back sounding much less mumbly.

[Well, that's interesting.]

From:

self_composed

[Do tell.]

From:

nonbird

[I'm not sure of this yet,] he says cautiously. [But it seems like when I make a wish, part of the magic goes into the wish, and part goes... somewhere else. The part that goes into the wish is most of it; the other part is much smaller.]

From:

self_composed

[Somewhere else,] repeats Bella slowly.

From:

nonbird

[Yes. And no, before you ask, I have no idea where or what it does when it gets there.]

From:

self_composed

[Do you think you could watch it go wherever it goes if you were on the lookout for it while making a new wish?]

From:

nonbird

[Maybe,] he hazards.

From:

self_composed

[Have you had more opportunity to consider perfect recall or any of the other possibilities for things-to-do-with-more-hexes? Would Kolya like to not need sleep, maybe?]

From:

nonbird

[Actually... what sorts of things could I do with a pentagon?]

From:

self_composed

[Learn to speak Swahili or play the oboe or kick ass at Ultimate Frisbee or cook like a deity or do awesome parkour tricks? Make a neat magic device like my bike, only please nothing conspicuous because I don't want it to be too blatantly obvious to Libby that I'm passing you coins?]