call me maybe

[from_scratch]

Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.

He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -

with the Joker (kappa)

with Ripper (kappa)

with Darren (Aestrix)

with Minus (kappa)

with Emma (Marri)

with Facility 3141592 (armokGoB)

with the admin (kappa)

with Jarvis (kappa, Aestrix)

with Miles (kappa)

with Hank (Nemo)

Comments

[from_scratch]

"How hard is it to get from - sub-world to sub-world?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Varyingly. Some hell dimensions and so forth are easy to get to; some are nearly impossible. I don't know many specifics, because that's never been my area of expertise."

[from_scratch]

"It's possible I should get in touch with the demonic law firm. Do I want to get in touch with the demonic law firm? Are they evil or just demonic?"

[eversomuchfun]

"They are extremely evil. You and they will hate each other on sight."

[from_scratch]

"Well, damn, I could have used a non-evil demonic law firm, being demonic and inclined to move and shake."

[eversomuchfun]

"The Council are ostensibly less evil, but will probably also hate you on sight, for some combination of cosmetic reasons and the fact that you seem inclined to disturb the status quo significantly."

[from_scratch]

"I could remove the cosmetic reasons if I had enough of a cause. The tail's mostly because it's fun, the wings are practical but for any long distance I'd want a ship and I can always regrow 'em. Why are the Watchers so attached to the status quo?"

[eversomuchfun]

"I have no direct information on their reasons, but suspect the high concentration of old wealthy Englishmen has something to do with it."

[from_scratch]

"I'm not exactly planning to steal their tea."

[eversomuchfun]

"They dislike change and things they can't control. You represent both."

[from_scratch]

"How irksome. Is there anybody liable to be friendly?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Potentially. Finding them could be a trick. Lucky you've got me, then, isn't it?"

[from_scratch]

"So it would seem. Anyway, you're probably going to sleep soon and I don't mean to keep you up. Can you direct me to the library or be extremely specific about how I might identify some specific local map so I can find it myself?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Out the front gate of the graveyard, turn left, keep going, turn right on the helpfully named 'Main Street', it's the building with the big sign out front that says 'Sunnydale Public Library'. If you go out the wrong gate you'll find that the graveyards you pass are noticeably more run-down the farther you go; retrace your steps and try again."

[from_scratch]

"Okay, thanks."

Cam heads up for the crypt exit, coat-clad, and is conscientious about not letting too much sunshine in.

[eversomuchfun]

And Sherlock goes to bed.

[from_scratch]

Stroll stroll, they're probably not going to serve him without a shirt so now he has a t-shirt made while nobody's looking, oh there's the library.

Cam made this coat with plenty of pockets he could obtain things "from". He looks at the date on a page-a-day calendar behind the circulation desk and the time on a clock on the wall, makes a correctly-set watch with these and other functions, takes it out of a pocket, and puts it on. Then he goes up to the help desk. "Excuse me. Does this library have a way for me to use the internet with my own computer or do I need to use a public one?"

[pythbox]

"You'll have to use one of ours," says the person behind the help desk. Helpfully, she adds, "They're over there past those shelves."

[from_scratch]

"I can't unplug the cable and attach it to mine?" asks Cam with a sigh.

[pythbox]

"Definitely not."

[from_scratch]

"Okay, thanks anyway." Cam proceeds where directed.

[jellyinthemix]

There are computers! It's early enough that only one of them is in use.

Well, sort of in use. Mostly in a condition of being glared at and hesitantly prodded.

[from_scratch]

Cam picks a different one and looks for whatever pathetic excuse for a browser is on these things.

[jellyinthemix]

The dreaded Internet Explorer.

Judging by his posture, the other computer user in the room has just given up completely.

[from_scratch]

Cam grumbles but opens Internet Explorer. He has to concentrate not to lash his tail more than once. It's so lashable.