why is there a word for that

[alicornucopia]

Finnah's just arrived at work to open the store for the morning shift; she has her apron on but hasn't put her hair up yet. She lets in the customer who always takes half an angle to determine that he wants four buttercreams, again, and then nips into the back to tend to her hair and check the overnight progress of the rock candy.

This isn't the back.

But that -

No, he's too tall to be Mial, if this is a Mial prank it's a stupidly elaborate one.

"Okay, I give up," she says, "what the hell?"

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[onceandforall]

"I prefer Bella," says Bella, sitting next to her alt and investigating the pen while a suitably universal power converter appears already configured for twenty-first century America. "You explained the door, how does the bar work?"

Very well, thank you.

Giggle.

[isthisart]

"She can produce near-arbitrary things - nothing magic, alive, enormous, or too hazardous, no arbitrage, otherwise very accommodating. First drink is free, everything else costs, but assume you have unlimited funds. I invented the holo-pen."

[gloriousdawn]

"And what exactly is a holo-pen?"

[thisvorlunatic]

"Really, really useful!" says Miles.

[isthisart]

Linya draws a squiggle in the air. "I'm not sure how informative saying it's like a comconsole only it's yea big and does this can be, but that is the usual summary."

[gloriousdawn]

"I'm getting a reasonably clear picture," says Solvei.

[unmarred]

"She wants one," says Mark.

[isthisart]

Linya hands her the pen catalog that Mial abandoned when he started playing the pens game. "Pick your color."

[gloriousdawn]

She glances over the selection. "Silver, fountain option. Please."

[isthisart]

Linya gets one from the bar and hands it over with a charger and power converter.

[gloriousdawn]

"Thank you very much."

[unmarred]

Mark sighs.

"Bella, is it? Do you know the nature of the horrible disaster shadowing Solvei's life? I don't ask that you tell me, but do you know?"

[onceandforall]

"Hey, Solvei, do I know the horrible disaster shadowing your life or is he trying to get unauthorized information?"

[gloriousdawn]

"Ugh," sighs Solvei. "Okay, Mark, if you insist on being this way, you can talk to Sis."

[thisbrokenworld]

"What in God's name are you trying to accomplish here?"

[unmarred]

"You don't trust us. And yet, there is some sort of horrible disaster shadowing your life, and I want to help. And the reason you don't trust us is because of the horrible disaster, which I respect on an emotional level but think is tremendously counterproductive on a practical one. So I want you to tell us what your horrible disaster is so that we can get started on solving it for you. As I'm sure you know, instances of Miles are pretty good at solving things."

[thisbrokenworld]

"...Does the name Ghyslaine Royer mean anything to you?"

[unmarred]

"...Not immediately."

[thisbrokenworld]

"Solvei's mother's stalker ex?"

[unmarred]

Mark hisses softly under his breath. "I don't know that we have one, but I can extrapolate. Perhaps it would be relevant for me to mention at this juncture that I am a trained assassin."

[isthisart]

Linya glances at Bella. "Is Bella allowed to help explain or do you still require her silence?"

[thisbrokenworld]

"No, go ahead, the cat's out of the bag now anyway."

[onceandforall]

"Ghyslaine has magic powers, which we have somewhat incomplete information about but which might thwart an assassin, especially since assassinating her organic body will only inconvenience her."

[unmarred]

"What must I assassinate instead?"

[thisbrokenworld]

"Her soul gem."