hell of a party

[middlingalong]

Ivan must be drunker than he thought he was. He could have sworn he knew his way around Vivienne's parents' house, since she wanted to introduce him last week and showed him the place, but maybe they have a... secret... upstairs... bar? where Vivienne's room is supposed to be? And most certainly was last time he checked? He's never going to find the sweater she sent him up looking for here, anyway. Why is there a secret upstairs bar in Vivienne's parents' house?

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[thisvorlunatic]

"So, Ivan," he says, "what if we met an otherworldly version of you?"

[middlingalong]

"Nothing? I mean, I suppose I'd ask for his life story and so on?"

[isthisart]

"What if we met the otherworldly you when you did not at the time have a girlfriend?"

[middlingalong]

[thisvorlunatic]

[middlingalong]

"Oh, shut up, Miles."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Right. Heaven forfend that I dwell."

[middlingalong]

"Well, we already know what you'd do if you met your own alt, I suppose. Linyabel, suppose a one of you who was an elf complete with pointy ears walked in?"

[isthisart]

"Plot elaborate plots and form an implicit pact of mutual aid, but I don't think that's what you're asking, and for what you're probably asking you probably need to hypothetically remove my husband and specify a couple of things about the other me."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Would removing your husband be completely necessary?"

[isthisart]

"Not doing so would probably require elaborate renegotiations, and this over something that doesn't actually appeal to me nearly as much as the plotting of elaborate plots and the mutual aid thing anyway."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Elaborate plots are fun," Miles agrees.

[isthisart]

"They are!"

[dream_me_up]

The door opens.

A tall and very pretty man walks through it.



"Well," he remarks. "This isn't a bathroom."

[isthisart]

"It's a magic bar. There's a bathroom over there, though," says Linya, pointing.

[warpfairy]

"It's not a bathroom? Huh?" says a similar voice from the source of the newcomer.

[dream_me_up]

"It's—you'd better come see, darling," he says, turning to address the room beyond the door although his eyes keep straying back to Linyabel. "I do nnnot think I have the context to explain."

[warpfairy]

In comes -

a shorter, less pretty -

pointy eared version of Linyabel.

[middlingalong]

"Elf. Elf. I'm bloody psychic, when did that happen?" says Ivan, pointing at her.

[warpfairy]

"I'm not an elf - what in the world -"

[isthisart]

"Alt! I get an alt!"

[dream_me_up]

"Not that I'm not deeply charmed by the surprise, but would someone like to explain what is going on...?"

[isthisart]

"Sorry - this magic bar opens up to a wide variety of universes and sometimes there's several of somebody. I'm Linyabel, this is my husband Miles, that's his cousin Ivan, Miles's alt Stalas and clone Mark are upstairs."

[warpfairy]

"...I'm Isabella, and this is my husband, Lalita. And I'm not an elf, I'm a half-Vulcan half-human."

[thisvorlunatic]

"Stalas is a dwarf," says Miles. "As in the fantasy creature. Apparently his world has elves."