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

[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.

[subtly_artistic]

"I'm gonna check. Wanna come along?" She tapers off the channeling.

[pythbox]

"Nah," he says, "you go, just don't be too too long with it, okay?" He grins. "I might get lonely."

[subtly_artistic]

"And that would be terrible." She nuzzles his throat and pops out of the room. "Hi, Glass. Hi - person."

[thaumobabble]

"This is Tony. One of my wives. Nickname Iron," introduces Glass. "Tony, this one's Aether. Looks like your aura's all full up and -" Glass peers at it.

[allthebrightest]

"Hi!" says Tony, waving.

[subtly_artistic]

"Hi," waves Aether. "Celo called me 'epic level', so I guess that's one thing?"

[thaumobabble]

"Yes and - and - I think - you can go home," says Glass. "I think this is - the opposite of the thing that is horrible about your world. I think you cancel it out, near yourself."