at the door

[she_sells_seashells]

The Bells are assembled, except the ones missing into the unknown world.

Shell Bell opens her aura up as far as it will go. (Back in Atlantis, Neptune glows with the spillover, snuggled up to Tinia.)

She reaches for the door.

She gets Atlantis.

She tries again and gets Downside.

"It doesn't look like I can get it," she says softly. "It looks like they're stuck until -"

The door opens, again.

"Thank fucking everything," Aegis says, "hello. Aether, Celo - these are - everybody and then some."

"Tab," supplies Tab.

Meanwhile, Glass staggers in the direction of the bathroom. [THAT IS NOT A NICE WORLD.]

[We fucking KNOW,] says Aegis, [how broke is Jane?]

[Very broke,] says Juliet, [tried a tenner, didn't go.]

[I might be able to do something now you're here,] Stella says, [with aura.]

Comments

[poeticterms]

I have not been watching that room since you entered it, says Jarvis.

[pythbox]

Celo kisses her.

[subtly_artistic]

Good, thanks.

Kisses!

[pythbox]

All kindsa kisses.

Better watch it, says Celo, apparently losing control of an enchantment fucks you up good - you okay on that front?

[subtly_artistic]

Can kiss you, dunno about anything more intense on my end. I am a subtle artist and have excellent mental control, she replies merrily.

[pythbox]

Mmkay, I'll be over here getting intense, he says, continuing to kiss her. I love you. You're awesome.

[subtly_artistic]

Nuzzle nuzzle pour kiss.

[pythbox]

Nuzzle nuzzle kiss mmmmmmmm.

[subtly_artistic]

Time passes. Lemme know if you need a break.

[pythbox]

I really really don't, he hums, snuggling up.

[subtly_artistic]

Good, good.

[pythbox]

Love you so much.

And soon there will be honey.

[subtly_artistic]

I cannot believe I forgot to mint you.

She does that.

It's a hex. He's not torchable and she can't torchable people anyway.

[pythbox]

Mmkay, I'll figure out coins, gimme a sec—

It is somewhat more than a literal seconds, but he finishes doing the thing that is occupying him right now, and then (licking purplish honey from his fingers) he makes a coin.

It is a pentagon, and it is... purplish. It is, in fact, exactly the colour of this particular round of honey, down to the slightly smoky translucence and the way it glistens in the light.

Celo giggles.

[subtly_artistic]

Aether giggles too. Cute.

[pythbox]

"It's better than cute," he laughs, "it's wonderful, it's fucking amazing."

He makes another hexagon; this one shades into blue. The original is slowly reddening. Actual emitted honey doesn't do that, but apparently coins are different. Celo likes the effect.

[subtly_artistic]

They're pretty.

Pour. Pour. Pour.

[pythbox]

"They are! I love 'em," he says, curling up closer and licking his fingers some more.

[subtly_artistic]

She steals a taste. (Delicious and nutritious.)

Poooooour.

[pythbox]

Aww. Celo grins and kisses her.

"Want some more?" he offers.

[subtly_artistic]

Oh, but what about my appetite for dinner, she teases. (Kiss. Pour.)

[pythbox]

Kisskisskissmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I'm better than dinner, he assures her, and sets about making some more.

[subtly_artistic]

You are, it is true.

[pythbox]

Celo giggles affectionately.

It doesn't take as long this time - only a few minutes. A few extremely nice minutes. This time it's amberish, a proper honey colour. It mixes oddly with the remnants of the purple.

[subtly_artistic]

Licking might be called for. It won't do to make a mess on these nice guest sheets. And licking isn't cognitively taxing enough to prevent her from continuing to pour-pour-pour.