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]

"It's possible that people's copies aren't always politically similar," she points out. "Anyway, I'm not sure who I'd check. Pointy Isabella's mother's name sounds like she might be one of my mother but her father doesn't have a science ethernet record I could find..."

[lintamande]

"Once we have a more efficient teleport we can ask her her father's name," he says.

[subtly_artistic]

"Sure. And maybe she's picked out a planet that wants to host a bunch of refugees from our original planes, that'd be convenient."

[lintamande]

"Yeah. Or would know how to find one." He pulls up his magic notes for the planar shift spell. "Teleporting should be easy."

[subtly_artistic]

"Here's hoping."

Work work work.

[lintamande]

It's not easy, but they have it by the time Rúmil comes back from acquiring groceries, an adventure he has no desire to repeat and have they figured out how to make trees edible? Oh, teleportation, that's a good priority.

[subtly_artistic]

Poor Rúmil. Bella would grocery shop next time but she is slightly afraid there might be a warrant out for her double's rearrest which could catch her. Maybe next time they need food they can be on Davlia and make Pointy Isabella do it. Oh, by the way, Fëanáro went and introduced himself to Pointy Isabella who is apparently a nonviolent political prisoner isn't that nice.

[lintamande]

"Lovely," he says. "Let's go get her out."

[subtly_artistic]

Teleportation spells! Which can take science ethernet coordinates as input!

[lintamande]

And groceries! Which they can, confusedly, cook and should perhaps take with them to Davlia because he doesn't want to try this again tomorrow on yet another planet with different rules.

[subtly_artistic]

Sure. Also Davlia might have less palatable food than Earth, which has a lot of overlap with both sets of organisms they remember from their own planes and less with any other planet in the galaxy.

Eventually they have a teleport worked out. Maybe Bella should go get Pointy Isabella out of jail.

[lintamande]

"But she already knows me," Fëanáro points out.

[subtly_artistic]

"I guess if you really want to be the one to fetch her and you have the mana for two jumps..."

[lintamande]

He frowns. "I don't. Not unless I sleep, and we should leave today. You could take us with you, though."

[subtly_artistic]

"I'm not planning to stand around in her prison cell for very long, just enough to explain what's going on and get her to confirm she would like to teleport to Davlia."

[lintamande]

He pouts. "Okay. If you pick coordinates on Davlia, we can pack and then meet you there."

[subtly_artistic]

So Bella finds the science ethernet's opinion on where Davlia's capital city is and picks a spot easily flyable from there to land.

[lintamande]

And they wave her off, see you soon, good luck with Pointy Bella.

[subtly_artistic]

So Bella turns invisible and goes to visit Pointy Isabella.

Hey.

[warpfairy]

...Are you Fëanáro's Bella?

[subtly_artistic]

Is that what he called me? Yes.

[warpfairy]

You can call me T'Mir, if that's less confusing. He said you were better at explaining things.

[subtly_artistic]

Right. Uh, there are alternate planes where the fundamental rules of things in general can be wildly different. I'm from one, Fëanáro and Rúmil are from another. I got to theirs by an accident, and some things happened, and we all decided to find another one we liked better and wound up here and then saw you on the news when you got arrested. And we look just alike except you're greenish and pointy-eared and we have the same name and our mothers have similar names and we were going to be more circumspect about this but Fëanáro went ahead and visited you anyway, so. I can teleport you to Davlia and finish explaining there?

[warpfairy]

Is this dangerous or unpleasant in any way and will it have any results other than us being on Davlia?

[subtly_artistic]

Nope. I picked a spot a ways from the capital, is that okay?