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.

Comments

[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.]

[lookingforwardtoit]

[Sounds very empressy,] laughs Anna.

[self_composed]

[Yes. Have I mentioned lately that I really like being empressy?]

[lookingforwardtoit]

[Nooooooo,] says Anna. [I had no idea.]

[self_composed]

Hee hee hee.

Well, time to play politics. And meanwhile, because she thinks faster than all the politics people Earthside, she will set about conjuring up a pavilion for the party in the wilderness of Mars.