we are not truly immortal

[dark_light]

After Glass's party is over with, Amariah and Kas go home.

Amariah fetches down their alethiometers.

"It's about time I took care of Alethia's afterlife, whatever it may be," she says quietly. "What can the alethiometer tell you about what I'll find?"

Comments

[dark_light]

Will it work on the angels? It doesn't work on Bells with mental defense wishes, let alone native opacities.

[truthwright]

Lie detection works on angels.

[dark_light]

Cool.

[truthwright]

So where's that leave us?

[dark_light]

Checking the place out before directly revamping this, I think, if they're physical pushovers and lie-detectable but have enough reality revision to make this place to begin with.

[truthwright]

Okay.

[dark_light]

So probably time to bid the harpies a temporary goodbye, unless you don't want to come. Oh - does the alethiometer know about the time dilation situation on the mountain?

[truthwright]

Mountain runs on outside time.

[dark_light]

So I guess if it takes longer than a few seconds to deal with the angels and the Authority, the harpies will be waiting a very long time. Is that okay with them, will it mess up the rapport you have with them?

[pythbox]

I'll stick around and tell them stories, volunteers Ghosty.

[dark_light]

You sure? If it takes us an hour - and that could be too optimistic - you will be here for almost a solid year of subjective time.

[pythbox]

Yeah, and?

[dark_light]

Just checking that this is okay.

[pythbox]

It's fine, she says serenely.

[dark_light]

Okay. Let's all coordinate on teleporting back to the house so we don't rack up more asynchronicity than we need. Sue, if you'll count us down?

[pythbox]

Sure thing! says Sue.

He does.

[dark_light]

Everyone reconvenes at the house, where Sarion is lounging on the larger of her beloveds drowsily.

[endragoned]

The smaller of her beloveds snuggles her and kisses her hair.

[small_magics]

Snuggles!

[she_sells_seashells]

"I think," says Shell Bell, "that I should probably go home rather than try to go help fight angels."

[dark_light]

"Yeah, I agree, but thanks for coming out to start with," says Amariah.

[sicaria]

Sherlock hugs Shell Bell. "Let's go."

[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell taps her Janegem. She and Sherlock and their daemons disappear from Alethia.

[dark_light]

"Who else is coming along to the mountain, who's staying here, and who's going home?" Amariah asks.

[lifes_sake]

"I'll come if you want me to - I'm not a physical combatant by any stretch of the imagination but if we're going to try negotiation I might have an advantage at it. Jokers get along better with harpies but we don't know about angels."