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?"

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[arenaria]

"Sorry," wails the smew, "sorry, sorry, we wish we wish we wish - sorry -"

Shell Bell is still unresponsive.

[dark_light]

Try wishing her out directly?

[pythbox]

Sue goes up through every available level of coin.

Nope.

[sicaria]

Sherlock cuddles the smew.

"I love you. It's all right. I love you. It's all right. I love you..."

[arenaria]

"You shouldn't," whispers the smew.

[sicaria]

"I should. I do. I will continue," she says.

[arenaria]

"We're sorry we're sorry -"

And the smew is now beyond words, and appears to be trying, if ineffectively and with mixed feelings, to get away from Sherlock.

[lifes_sake]

"What is the harpy doing to Shell Bell?" Cam demands of the alethiometer.

[sicaria]

Sherlock cuddles the smew, but doesn't hold him prisoner.

[truthwright]

The alethiometer says to Cam, "The harpy is causing suffering in her."

[lifes_sake]

"How?" Cam snaps.

[arenaria]

"Shouldn't - shouldn't," the smew is murmuring under his breath, and eventually he manages to flop out of Sherlock's hold and fall gracelessly to the dock, where he huddles and whines to himself.

[pythbox]

Ghosty is spread out a little too thin to get clear details, but there is a harpy by Shell Bell, and it is shrieking. She forwards this information to the link.

[truthwright]

"It is in their nature," says the alethiometer.

[arenaria]

The smew is not doing too well without Sherlock's comfort to mitigate whatever the harpy's doing, and he's wailing his lungs out where he's flopped on the dock but refuses to make a move towards his person's girlfriend. Occasionally he looks at her, but then clumsily hides his face under his wing.

[lifes_sake]

Kas, can you get any better answers out of your alethiometer than I can out of this one about what's going on with Shell Bell?

[truthwright]

Kas tries.

Harpies have a kind of magic that makes you listen to what they say, and they use it to make people feel horrible.

[arenaria]

The smew pretty obviously feels horrible. Yep.

[dark_light]

I have no idea how we're going to find her! There are millions - billons - of shades here - and space is all folded in on itself - Kas, if we can't get her, how long will it take the damn thing to get bored with her and move on?

[truthwright]

...answer's basically 'How the fuck should I know?', in alethiometer-speak. These things can't tell the future or anything. It could be - any amount of time.

[dark_light]

Sue, if you've been concealing some ability to make people do things via link and you can force her to teleport, or sleep, or something - this is when to fess up. Otherwise I don't have any better ideas than flying around asking shades if they've seen her. Fuck.

[pythbox]

Sue wonders if she is fucking kidding him. No, he cannot do that.

...he can wish the daemon asleep, though.

Or -

no. No he can't.

[sicaria]

I have a better idea, says Sherlock.

[lifes_sake]

Let's hear it.

[sicaria]

I will find her.