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[campanas]

Here, in a place where she is quite an unexpected sight, is:

an eight year old girl with brown-flecked white wings, looking dismayed and lost.

with Prime (Aestrix)

with Edie and Emily (Maggie)

with Gloria (Maggie)

with Gren (Rockeye)

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[campanas]

"Why didn't the king say changing password?"

[iamnotpolaris]

"He did. The sorcerer ignored him."

[campanas]

"Oh."

[iamnotpolaris]

"So the king summoned a bunch of soldiers, and the king's soldiers fought with the Countess's soldiers, and meanwhile the original ragtag band--minus the fire woman, of course--snuck past the fighting to the king's throne room.
The king was very surprised to see them! For one thing, he had expected the new Countess of Vesser to be a bit more with the pretty dresses and jewels, and a bit less with the armor and the really awesome swords the sword-smith kept making for her."

[campanas]

"Why she need more sword than just one?"

[iamnotpolaris]

"In case she got disarmed. And she wasn't actually carrying more than two, her primary sword and her back-up sword. In a pinch, she could wield both at the same time."

[campanas]

"Oh, 'kay."

[iamnotpolaris]

"So the king drew his own sword, and the two began fighting. She had told her brother and the boy not to interfere unless it looked like she would lose, but the king was too evil to risk leaving him on the throne if her sword skills weren't up to the test.
The king fought like a man possessed. Fighting non-lethally is a lot harder than fighting to kill, and the swordswoman wasn't good enough to leave him alive. In the end, the evil king lay in a pool of blood on the floor."

[campanas]

"Bye, evil king."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Since the king had been too busy being evil to have time to find a queen, there was no heir. So the heroes installed the boy--no longer a boy now, really--on the throne. And he immediately outlawed evil and arresting people for no reason, and released everyone who had already been arrested. And he sent for his parents, and they all lived happily in the castle ever after. The End."

[campanas]

"Yaaaaay," mumbles Pen into her pillow.

[iamnotpolaris]

"Good night."

[campanas]

Zzzz.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

The sisters have class tomorrow, but Pen can fly and read books as much as she likes.

[campanas]

Pen flies. And reads books. And sits on the roof and sings.

[iamnotpolaris]

It's a few weeks later, when Emily is going to ask Hank a science question for class, that she notices opening the metal doors to the laboratory felt somewhat different this time.
She walks in.
It's not a laboratory.
"Well, this was unexpected," she muses.

[alicornucopia]

This bar? Is unexpected? Well, she never.

[iamnotpolaris]

'Oi, Edie, Papa, I found the bar,' Emily projects.

[whatamithinking]

"Hey, kiddo, my sister found your magic bar," Edie tells Pen.

[campanas]

"Ooh, okay," says Pen, and she runs to where the door is. "Thank you!"

And she nips around to the side of the bar proper and out the back door, where the sisters can briefly glimpse a stone tower before the little angel outright vanishes.

[whatamithinking]

'So you're a magic sentient bar, huh?' Edie sends to the bar.

[alicornucopia]

I am, replies the bar.

The bar's mind is strange. Not blank like Pen's, but organized with a polite internal understanding that while she wishes to be comfortable and understandable relative to telepaths she is not for unrestrained ransacking.

[whatamithinking]

Edie is, happily, not in the habit of unrestrained ransacking. 'You seem very (tidy/unchaotic/pleasant),' Edie comments. 'So how does (this/bar/doors/many worlds) work?'

[alicornucopia]

Thank you, the bar replies. She continues with a well-ordered summary of the habitual functions of the door, herself, and multidimensionality as viewed from an ever-stationary position inside Milliways such as is her limitation.

[whatamithinking]

'That's amazing.'
And to Emily:
'I definitely can't sense any mind behind the door mechanism. Whoever determines who gets doors and when, they're not here in any way I can tell.'