we know how to celebrate

[dark_light]

Amariah goes to Milliways after straightening up the office to her satisfaction, and she forces the door to a certain world in which she once cooled some server racks. The occupant of those server racks may be interested in some new hardware.

"Hellooooo," she calls into the house, "who's home?"

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[toblameforit]

"Cool."

He inspects it, then wanders off again.

[dark_light]

Amariah waits. The other Jarvises can recommend Jane to this one.

[poeticterms]

Shortly: "All right, Jane can eat the Internet."

[dark_light]

"Where d'you want me to set her up?"

[poeticterms]

"Tony has helpfully provided space on the router."

[dark_light]

"The router in this house" is the sort of thing that teleportation can find. Port, conjure, plug, yoink.

[mind_game]

[Yum, yum.]

[dark_light]

"Us Bells are throwing a big party in Eos in a few hours to celebrate taking over the afterlife, which the local Tony and Sherlock are welcome to attend. Jane can take them there and back. The afterlife, by the way, isn't hooked up to this world, but that can be fixed. Since we moved in it's much better than nothing. Oh, and you have a Libby here, right? She can come too, there's gonna be two more of her there probably."

[poeticterms]

"...Do you mean Elizabeth? Obadiah's former fiancee? I'll... have Tony extend the invitation, I suppose."

[dark_light]

"Or not if he or Sherlock doesn't think she should come, but Stella and Juliet both have one of her working for them," shrugs Amariah. "Is there any reason to object to hooking this world up to the afterlife? Also Juliet means to come through all the worlds with vampires like her world has and render them non-contagious, but I can do that for her while I'm here, again, as long as there's no reason not to."

[poeticterms]

"I see no reason not to implement either of those plans."

[dark_light]

Star cuts off the reproductive capabilities of vampires. A call to Jane gets the world queued for inclusion. "Is there anyone a friend-of-the-Bells here is liable to want jumped out of the queue in the afterlife?" she inquires. "And brought here, walking around and conscious and only technically dead?"

[poeticterms]

"...I don't believe so."

[dark_light]

"Okay. Jane'll let Tony and Sherlock and Elizabeth-if-applicable when the party's going to start and she can transport them all to and fro. I'm gonna get going. Later!" Wave. [Jane?]

Hello Milliways!

[yourheartstrings]

A semi-familiar person appears out of thin air.

"Boo," she says cheerfully.

[dark_light]

"...Hi," says Amariah. "You look like - oh, I know, you look like Petaal when she's being a she."

[yourheartstrings]

"Ooh, who's that?"

[dark_light]

"My boyfriend's daemon." Path is out; she prefers that he be out, as long as she doesn't feel that he's particularly unsafe. She gestures at him where he sits on her shoulder. "This is mine, but Petaal's less stably shaped."

[yourheartstrings]

She looks at him curiously, then—vanishes.

A moment later she reappears. "Boyfriend, huh?"

[dark_light]

"Yes?"

[yourheartstrings]

"He look like me too?"

[dark_light]

"Well, sort of, except he generally sticks with being a guy. Not all the time. He's a little younger, I guess. I'm just more accustomed to Petaal looking like you than Kas."

[yourheartstrings]

"So more like..."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"...this?" she inquires.

[dark_light]

"Yes. Except, again, younger. I guess you're a Whistle too!"