i am the oncoming storm

[autokinetic]

There are three Bells in Milliways.

They want a fourth. A fifth. A sixth. A seventh.

And then Downside is going down.

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[cross_and_bow]

And how long ago did he die, in his world?

[finaldiscussion]

About a hundred years.

[self_composed]

[The afterlife which me and the other Bells just went and remodeled. You want I should invite them to the giant party on Mars we're going to throw after some immediate tasks have been handled?]

[cross_and_bow]

Yeah, he's not going home, but he can go visit Strat. Wake up, Watson.

[lookingforwardtoit]

[Oooooh. Yes!]

[finaldiscussion]

Watson wakes up.

"...Where the Hell...?"

[self_composed]

[Will do.]

Jane can relay the invitation by brainphone.

[lookingforwardtoit]

[Awesome. So what are they like?]

[self_composed]

[You and Anna are more of a match than Sandy and Chainsaw from what little I've seen, but, you know, they're yous. Like me and Juliet and Shell Bell and so on are each other.]

[cross_and_bow]

"Not anymore," says Juliet enigmatically. "There's someone who'd like to see you."

[finaldiscussion]

He looks around himself.

Then he snorts.

"Oh, I'm sure," he mutters. "Fine. Where is he?"

[cross_and_bow]

Poof!

[finaldiscussion]

"About time," Strat says dryly.

Watson presses his hands to his face. "For God's sake, Holmes..."

They would probably rather not have the rest of this conversation in front of Juliet.

[cross_and_bow]

[You can brainphone Jane if you want anything else, she can get ahold of all of us wherever we are,] Juliet tells Strat, and she's off.

Anybody else? Nope, the place is cleared of everyone they were looking for. All right. Time to go home to her own Sherlock.

[lookingforwardtoit]

[Uh-huh. So are they, you know...? Masochism parties?]

[self_composed]

[They are professional masochism parties, except for the part where we fixed the place up and there is no longer a call for either of the operative professions.]

[lookingforwardtoit]

Anna giggles.

[What a shame! I wanna meet 'em.]

[self_composed]

[I'll pass along the invitation to the party.]

[mind_game]

Jane says:

[Hey, Eights, and Chainsaw, you are both invited to the huge Bell party to take place on Mars, Eos in a few hours. Your Eos alts will be there.]

[lookingforwardtoit]

[Count us in!] says Eights.

[self_composed]

[They have,] says Stella when this is relayed back to her, [accepted the party invitation. We'll all assemble when everybody's finished with their more immediate tasks. We'll probably wind up waiting on Golden.]

[lookingforwardtoit]

[Why, what's Golden up to?] asks Anna.

[self_composed]

[She knows a lot more dead people than anybody else, so she's collecting them out of queue order.]

[lookingforwardtoit]

[Gotcha.]

[self_composed]

[If, by the way, you know any dead people, those can also be fetched out of queue order, but we are going to set up something systematic for larger numbers. I should probably call various Presidents and Prime Ministers of things.]