among her own kind

[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell finds Milliways once when she is eighteen. She has been there for two days now, setting up her sign ten minutes out of every waking hour, wiping down tables for her quarters in the staff area, eating buttery potatoes (she has been told that this is a complete nutrient package, for humans). Her wand is holding a bun of hair in place on the back of her head. Her shells are stashed safely in her room; she's budgeting carefully and she'll pay her tab when she leaves.

No one's talked to her due to the sign yet. They don't always. She sets it up anyway, like clockwork, so everyone gets the chance.

Comments

[she_sells_seashells]

"A few. A surprising percentage of them speak English. A couple of the ones who didn't were telepathic, that was interesting."

[sicaria]

"Yes, I imagine so."

[she_sells_seashells]

"I hear that when me's are born where there's magic, we tend to have some. Not the world takeover kind. Just a defense. People are sometimes surprised when I tell them I can talk to telepaths."

[sicaria]

"As far as I am aware, my alternates do not ordinarily possess magical powers. Although I believe at least one of them is a vampire."

[she_sells_seashells]

"I heard of one of me being a vampire too. But it was third- or fourth-hand."

[sicaria]

"I find it curious that we are both so oversupplied with other selves, when generally the people I meet here have few or none of their own."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Maybe we're easy to produce. Or very likely to wind up interesting enough for Milliways. Or it entertains someone to put us together in a way it doesn't with most other collections of variants on a template," shrugs Bell.

[sicaria]

"I have frequently suspected that whoever arranges the movements of the front door does so at least partly for entertainment."

[she_sells_seashells]

Bell looks like she'd dearly like to say something snide but doesn't quite dare.

[sicaria]

"Yes?"

[she_sells_seashells]

[sicaria]

Sherlock observes her for another moment, then says,

"I see."

[she_sells_seashells]

"I wonder if me's keep running things where they're from, not because we're power-hungry, but because we're just easily annoyed by how things are run and have - well, not counting me - decent luck."

[sicaria]

"It occurs to me that your luck may have just improved."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Because you can get me to the capital and I can point my stick at stuff?" Bell asks. "I don't think that alone will help. I need to know more, have a look at stuff, maybe talk to your brother about building some things."

[sicaria]

"Naturally," says Sherlock. "Would you like to meet him?"

[she_sells_seashells]

"Yeah, but we don't know how the timelines work. And I can't really saunter into District Three. So unless he gets a lot of time off to visit shell-collecting clamdiggers on his Victory Tour..."

[sicaria]

"I was thinking that I would leave you holding the door while I go and find him," she says. "It would not be long. Both the door and Tony are in our house."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Oh, is that how that works? I suppose it must," muses Bell. "Okay."

[sicaria]

Sherlock stands up.

[she_sells_seashells]

Bell goes with her to the door, and holds it.

[sicaria]

She steps out.

[ferratus]

When she returns, it's with someone much more... perhaps the word is ebullient... in tow.

"But you never meet anybody at Milliways, Sherry," he's saying as they turn the corner at the end of the hall, and then he spots Bell and smiles a smile that lights up his whole face, and hurries the rest of the way.

"Hi!" he says, offering his hand as soon as he's through. "I'm Tony."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Shell Bell," replies - Shell Bell, letting the door go.

[ferratus]

"That's cute," he says, grinning. "So what's the deal?"