in between moments

[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell has not found Milliways by herself since the occasion on which she first met Sherlock.

Today, after eight months, she does.

She makes sure that Sherlock and Tony are both awake, finds that they are but do not want to join her in the bar today unless she finds something interesting, checks her coin supply and finds it sufficient, and steps through.

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[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell laughs and teleports them to the not-beginning end of the bridge.

[sailorheavymetal]

It looks extremely broken. The jagged end of a beautiful slab of crystal, stretching out toward the stars.

There is a man in elaborate golden armour standing on the very end, gazing out into eternity.

"Heimdall!" says Darcy. "This is Shell Bell."

"I heard," says Heimdall. "Can you repair the Bifrost, Shell Bell?"

"You can talk to Heimdall," says Darcy. "He's cool."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Okay. I can certainly try to repair the Bifrost! There's not, like, more than one way for it to be 'fixed', is there? If there is then I have to know what I'm aiming at or my wishes get confused."

[sailorheavymetal]

"It stood here once," he says, gesturing to the empty space past the broken end of the crystal on which they stand. "Unchanging, for many thousands of years. You speak of a magic that is not known to me, but if it needs only a clear example, it will not lack one."

[she_sells_seashells]

"It's good at following examples," says Shell Bell. She tries a pentagon, but it's not heavy-duty enough. She tries a hexagon. There it goes. "All better!"

[sailorheavymetal]

Heimdall chuckles.

"Great," says Darcy, and impulsively gives Bell a hug.

[she_sells_seashells]

Shell Bell is all for hugs!

"Will Sif mind waiting with the door while I go see if your Tony here is worth talking to? I barely ever find a door, if she lets it close I might wait a year and a half before I could go home."

[sailorheavymetal]

"Tell you what," Darcy suggests, "take me back to it and I'll hold it for you."

[she_sells_seashells]

"Okay," says Shell Bell. Teleportation occurs! "Do you want me to put you on the brainphone so you can let me know from here if you get sick of standing in one place?"

[sailorheavymetal]

"Sure," shrugs Darcy.

[she_sells_seashells]

[Like so,] says Shell Bell. And she turns invisible and teleports to wherever Tony Stark might be on this world.

[pythbox]

Tony Stark is in bed. With a sleeping red-haired woman. He has a tablet PC and is quietly fiddling with some kind of schematic on it; she is cuddled up with her face turned the other way and her shoulder pressed to his hip. The blanket covers her body and his legs.

[she_sells_seashells]

Hmm.

That's a weird thing in his chest. She wonders what it is.

Also, he doesn't seem really prepared to receive visitors. She hops to just outside the house, and attempts to add the local Jarvis to the brainphone; this'll simply fail if there isn't one, but she thinks her world is the odd one out there.

[pythbox]

Success.

[she_sells_seashells]

[Hi, Jarvis! I am a friendly visitor from another world.]

[poeticterms]

[Are you by any chance invisible?] he inquires dryly.

[she_sells_seashells]

[Yep, could you see me anyway? I do that when I'm teleporting somewhere unfamiliar. I apologize for appearing in Tony's room, but I didn't know where he was and the way the teleportation works is I specify a unique location, like 'near Tony'. I have one of him on my world and I heard that this world had one too so I have come to be sociable, but since he doesn't seem ready to receive visitors right now I thought I'd go through you, figuring there was probably a you too.]

[poeticterms]

[And here we are,] says Jarvis. [Shall I let him know he has a visitor?]

[she_sells_seashells]

[Yes please!]

[poeticterms]

After a few seconds, Jarvis inquires, [Is your time here limited?]

[she_sells_seashells]

[I don't know. Do you know how to open a door to Milliways at will, like the other Jarvis? Because if you don't, I have as long as my friend is willing to hold the door for me.]

[poeticterms]

[No,] he says, [it's safe to say I don't.]

[she_sells_seashells]

[Then my time here is limited unless I want to let my friend close her door and wait until I find a door myself, which has been known to take up to a year and a half.]

[poeticterms]

[Limited it is.]

More time passes. Not very much of it.

[Do you have a name?]

[she_sells_seashells]

[Bell Swan. People call me Shell Bell.]