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.]

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[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.

[pythbox]

Celo is all in favour of licking.

[subtly_artistic]

Oh, good.

[pythbox]

Mmmmmmmmm.

[subtly_artistic]

And on they proceed.

Time passes.

Aether's aura is not one of the unflavored kinds.

It's a little subtler than Juliet's. She's not a hellgoddess. She's an unspecified form of - Power. She's something you don't want to cross, not because she is threatening, but on general principle.

In terms she used to describe her home world to her alts:

She's something big.

(She goes on pouring; she's not sure if she's done yet.)

[pythbox]

"Nice," says Celo, cuddling her some more. "My epic-level girlfriend."

[subtly_artistic]

"Is that what I'm getting?"

[pythbox]

"Yeah, you've got 'don't mess with this one' written all over you, it's hot," he says.

[subtly_artistic]

"Probably just makes you want to mess with me," she snorts.

[pythbox]

"Depending on your definition of 'mess with'..." He grins.

[subtly_artistic]

She giggles. "When it's in at full strength. I'll compare with Glass, I guess."

[pythbox]

"'Kay," says Celo, and he nestles close. He's feeling more snuggly now, not so much with the honey.

[subtly_artistic]

"She'll be able to tell what else it does, too." Snuggle. "I think I might be coming up on done, based on the estimates..."

[pythbox]

"Wanna go check? Or give it a little more first? I'm good either way," he says, snuggling.