in a supposed democracy

[she_sells_seashells]

Snow's death is announced on television the day after it happens. The announcer speaks of "sudden illness".

There are going to be emergency elections to replace him in three days. Without advance notice and the standard scheduling of elections, they're going to be setting up polling places in the Capitol at a limited number of sites. Some outlying neighborhoods will be served by schools and the like. But most of the city will be congregating at the Memorial Dome to cast their votes for the next president.

(There follow thirty solid minutes of campaign ads. The district imports comptroller, the chairman of the traffic control commission and former Gamemaker, the deceased Snow's personal assistant, and a handful of lesser individuals are running. Bell hates them all.)

"Suppose the Memorial Dome caught fire," she says to Sherlock and Tony, frowning at the TV.

Comments

[sicaria]

"I don't know how to filter," she says helplessly. "I know too many facts. There is nothing remaining as substantial as this. I would transmit my entire knowledge of the world to you if I had that capacity, but I do not."

[she_sells_seashells]

That's... well, that's actually the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to Bell, as far as she can call to mind. She is momentarily too stunned by how sweet that is and does not say anything at all.

[sicaria]

[she_sells_seashells]

"That's sweet," says Bell aloud, after the silence.

[sicaria]

Slowly, Sherlock smiles.

[she_sells_seashells]

Bell smiles back, ever so tentatively.

[sicaria]

"I am very fond of you and I do not want to do things that make you unhappy," says Sherlock.

[she_sells_seashells]

"I'm very fond of you, too," says Bell.

[ferratus]

"And I'm fond of both of you," Tony chimes in. "And now you're less sad! I feel good about that."

[she_sells_seashells]

Bell laughs. "Okay then," she says.

[ferratus]

"Hugs?" he offers, holding out his arms.

[she_sells_seashells]

Bell is willing to receive a hug. In fact, she's even willing to get up and go across the room for it.

[ferratus]

Huuuuuuuuuugs.

Tony likes hugs. Hugs are great.

[sicaria]

Sherlock also desires to participate in hugs!

Look, there she is.

[she_sells_seashells]

Well isn't this snuggly.

Bell approves.

(She decides that she should probably play Sherlock a certain locked fragment of her recorder's history, sometime soon.)

[sicaria]

This is extremely snuggly! And everyone approves of it! Best hug.

[she_sells_seashells]

Later, when Tony has become weary of activities that do not involve fancy machines and the possibility of electrocution, Sherlock and Bell are snuggling just each other.

"In the interest of full disclosure," Bell says, "there is a thing on my recorder that you should probably hear."

[sicaria]

"...Yes?"

[she_sells_seashells]

Bell disentangles herself and goes up to get it. She descends the stairs in a usual manner without falling over even slightly.

"This was not originally intended for sharing, so please keep that in mind," Bell murmurs.

She swallows, and unlocks the material, and presses play.

"-nice to me. Uh," the recorder says in her voice. "Geez. Lock starting fifteen seconds ago until end of segment. This is all starting to add up to me having a crush on Tony. It does look like that, doesn't it. Is that weird? I think that's maybe weird. I'm moving in with him and Sherlock, have no indication of anything other than friendliness and a general desire to acquire allies with which to overthrow the Capitol on his end - okay, pathetic, Bell, you have a crush on the first guy you meet from your own world who knows you're not insane, that says loads about your discernment, huh? You're not that lucky. You're the unlucky version, if you were a lucky Bell you'd be running a magic empire, right, the first guy you meet from your world who doesn't think you hit your head as a kid isn't going to also be a good idea to crush on, is he? I mean he is nice - so nice, they're both so nice and he's cute but - I think I'd better just not do anything, my judgment could be compromised. There will be plenty of time for - for everything after all this is over, I don't think he likes me except in the sense that - well. He's being charitable. He's a nice person is all, maybe he'd have a dozen poor Fouries living in his house if Sherlock met them in Milliways and they could be presumed displeased with the Capitol, I don't know. I don't know nearly enough to feel this way and I've gone and done it anyway. I'm not sure I want to kill it. Probably could, right, that's my thing, but I think I'll let it live. For now anyway."

There's a bit of silence, and then the hubbub of Milliways as Bell presumably exits her room to mingle with the patrons.

[sicaria]

"Tony is very lovable," says Sherlock. "And he likes you."

[she_sells_seashells]

"This was recorded a while ago," Bell says, tucking the recorder into her pocket and ducking her head. "By now I have the idea that he pretty much likes most people, including a vaguely dismaying fraction of Capitol-dwellers."

[sicaria]

"That is true," Sherlock agrees. "I predict a near certainty that if he heard this recording or a summary of its contents, he would want to hug you."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Well, that would be embarrassing, that's why I waited for him to go away."

[sicaria]

"I see," says Sherlock.



"How do you feel about him currently?"

[she_sells_seashells]

"Well, I still have a crush on him, or I wouldn't have thought this relevant. I haven't killed it, yet."