high-energy physics

[warpfairy]

Federation political prisons are not particularly uncomfortable. She's not going anywhere, but she can read, she's considering taking up an instrument, the only really awkward thing is that she doesn't particularly want to be supervised while she's sweating her way through her next pon farr one way or another but that's years off. That and she wishes she'd taken longer to get caught. But she was running out of the really low-hanging fruit anyway.

This is what she signed up for. She makes up imaginary profiles of people on the planets she got to, people who can live longer fuller lives with the stars in reach, one per day. One per day and she'll have loads of estimated impact left unused when she dies. Perfectly reasonable tradeoff and she can still read books.

Someone wants to interview her about Vulcan; they don't want to lose anything that anybody remembers; she gives the interview and then picks up some poetry.

Comments

[subtly_artistic]

"Could've distracted him with language textbooks and sent him back," she sighs, but she takes the earwire and puts it on and calls Miriel.

[lintamande]

"Bella.


I am glad you're safe."

[subtly_artistic]

"Thank you."

[lintamande]

"I'd much rather you all came home and - waited on your ambitions a little - until he's older, but I know that you're doing the best you can with the options you have."

[subtly_artistic]

"I - I don't want to go anywhere the Valar can decide to move me when I don't want to be moved, again," Bella says. "Even if they say that I can stay this time. I don't even know if I'm still alive because they managed to protect me or because I didn't provoke my universe on its own turf. I'd probably stay here with my copy even if Fëanáro and Rúmil decided to go back to Valinor. My copy is really cool."

[lintamande]

"So I've been told. I understand. I don't see Fëanáro deciding to come back more than to visit, not while you are there and doing things. Can you keep him safe?"

[subtly_artistic]

"I - I think so, not necessarily to Valinor standards but safer than not, and so much less stir-crazy."

[lintamande]

"All right. Please contact us if that changes, or if you need anything - or just all the time, you know, we miss him desperately -"

[subtly_artistic]

"I'll make sure keeping in regular touch is a priority. Maybe we can get interdimensional ethernet working and send pictures."

[lintamande]

"That would be nice."

[subtly_artistic]

"I'll put it on the list." She puts it on the list.

[lintamande]

"Thank you. We miss you. We're so sorry for everything."

[subtly_artistic]

"You're welcome. I miss you too. It's not your fault."

[lintamande]

"We drove our son away."

[subtly_artistic]

"I'd pretty much blame that squarely on the Valar."

[lintamande]

"We clearly failed to communicate with them well, yes."

[subtly_artistic]

"Or something."

[lintamande]

"Take care of my son, please. He's our whole world."

[subtly_artistic]

"I'll do my very best."

[lintamande]

And a similar conversation with Finwë follows and afterwards Fëanáro is sullen and scoots off to the corner to read.

[subtly_artistic]

...Mental note to ask about that later.

Gosh, so many things to prioritize. Davlia's not kicking them out any time soon; they should probably have terraforming spells before they go to a terraforming-needing planet; and a basic system of laws and stuff...

[lintamande]

The Quendi just recently founded a kingdom and had a lot of thought on the laws and so forth, but the needs of this society will probably be very different. Rúmil shares their process and results anyway.

[warpfairy]

T'Mir gives herself a crash course in Federation law for another perspective and they proceed to mishmash.

[lintamande]

It's interesting and productive and the time zips by while they make plans for Materia contact.

[subtly_artistic]

(And Bella thinks Fëanáro should call his parents every day, or at least every sleep cycle.)