does not anymore work

[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)

Comments

[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.'

[iamnotpolaris]

'It was worth checking.'

[alicornucopia]

The bar does not, of course, eavesdrop on sisterly conversation.

[thaumobabble]

The back door opens. "Edie and Emily?" inquires someone who looks like she could be related to Pen. She is wearing witchy robes and a crown and somehow-seems-like she has a ludicrous amount of magical power and ought to live in a forest.

[whatamithinking]

"That's be us, yeah," Edie says. "I'm Edie Lehnscherr, she's Emily Xavier."

[thaumobabble]

"I'm Isabella Swan, but when there's a dozen of us named that or similar around I'm Glass, which you may call me. Pen apparently had a little adventure?"

[iamnotpolaris]

"She showed up looking like a minority my sister and I belong to in an area where that minority was, shall we say, unpopular. I pulled some thugs off of her and she's been staying with us since."

[whatamithinking]

"We're mutants," Edie added. "Pens says that you're in contact with one universe where our kind exists...?"

[thaumobabble]

"Yes. What year is it in yours?"

[whatamithinking]

"Nineteen eighty."