plotting to unnerve her

[self_composed]

Bella finds Milliways in the moon palace instead of one of her balconies.

"Huh," she says aloud.

Then, to Alice, Libby, Elena, and Mary, and Lazarus except he autoreplies with a busy message, [Hey folks, Moonstone Palace grew a bar that I don't remember putting in, come check it out.]

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[self_composed]

"There's bunnies," Bella says. "No shortage of nice fuzzy bunnies. They're modified so they don't, er, breed like rabbits, though, since nothing's eating them. If people develop an interest in hunting in my wilderness I'll fiddle with that."

[edgeofyourseat]

"People are probably going to want cats and dogs," she says. "But nice fuzzy bunnies are a good start."

[self_composed]

"They're allowed to bring pets with them, I don't object to that," Bella says. "Dogs, cats, red-tailed hawks, snakes, whatever. I just haven't got any running - or flying or slithering - wild."

[edgeofyourseat]

"And I guess you can always trade with Earth if someone wants a pet they didn't bring with them. Do you have trade agreements with Earth?"

[self_composed]

"So far I've talked to the President of the United States and told her she's welcome to set up customs around the magic door in case scary Canadians attempt to depart Mars," Bella says. "Everything else is still a work in progress. Magic isn't generally known on my Earth. Me and four other people have the general-purpose kind, and a few score worldwide have specific powers that do one thing and they generally aren't advertising themselves - some don't even know. But I certainly hope there will be trade. Enterprising businesspeople setting up pet shops in Olympus. Olympus is the city I built on Mars to start out," Bella explains.

[edgeofyourseat]

"You're not going to get enterprising businesspeople like that without a population," she observes. "Does Mars have any natural resources besides bunnies?"

[self_composed]

Bella starts ticking off fingers. "Open, scenic space. Pollution of various sorts fixes itself automatically, so it's a great place to put industrial anything. I put in plenty of plants, and freshwater oceans full of fish. I don't suppose people are particularly likely to find diamond mines or whatever, since I didn't install any, but there's Mars rock under the flora and that might stay interesting to astronaut types for a while. Magic free healthcare isn't exactly natural but it's a resource - if I don't get tourists with cancer I'll conjure a hat and eat it, and someone will need to sell those tourists lunch and t-shirts that say 'I Heart Mars'."

[edgeofyourseat]

"Suddenly I'm tempted to invest," Roberta says dryly.

[self_composed]

"I can sell you some Imperial Asters, even from here, but you might find it inconvenient to spend them."

[edgeofyourseat]

"You named your currency asters? That's cute."

[self_composed]

"I considered and rejected 'starbucks'," Bella says.

[edgeofyourseat]

Roberta chuckles.

Upstairs, Alice snuggles up and nuzzles the Joker's shoulder. It's nice, being with somebody he understands so easily, and who understands him the same way. It feels... not safe, kind of the opposite actually, but good.

[manofmyword]

"Sweetie."

He pulls Alice into a hug, kisses his cheek, his jaw, the side of his neck just under his ear.

"You're beautiful, anybody ever tell you that?"

[edgeofyourseat]

He laughs softly and doesn't answer, doesn't even consult his memory to find out.

[manofmyword]

"I know, honey." He kisses Alice's neck again and scoots closer, reaching past him. "Believe me, I know."

[edgeofyourseat]

What—oh, of course.

Mmm.

[manofmyword]

Yeah.

"Could do some damage with this," he murmurs thoughtfully, pressing the gun against Alice's stomach so it digs in a little. "You ever been shot, sweetheart?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"Nah," he says, shivering mostly-pleasantly. "You?"

[self_composed]

[My regen is good enough to deal with a few bullets through the head. You didn't copy mine. Is yours that good?] Bella asks urgently. She's probably making faces Roberta might want explained. [Sorry if I'm breaking the mood, but I want to take you home alive when you're done.]

[edgeofyourseat]

Alice declines to answer her, because he doesn't know and right now he doesn't care to.

[manofmyword]

A flash of a grin stretches his scars for a moment. "Maaaaaaaybe," he singsongs.

And then, "So having your guts blown out doesn't scare you any. How about here?" He drags the gun slowly up Alice's chest.

[self_composed]

Well. If he doesn't want to know then he has no grounds to complain if she makes it that good right now. She leaves his other unique features. If he gets a bullet in the brain it'll hurt like dying to grow it back. But no actual dying will be involved.

[edgeofyourseat]

He shudders, increasingly terrified and liking it that way.

[manofmyword]

The muzzle of the gun comes to rest under Alice's chin. The Joker kisses him softly.

"That scares you," he murmurs.

[edgeofyourseat]

Breathlessly: "Yeah."