how are you feeling?

[small_magics]

[It seems that perhaps we should speak,] Isibel says to Lycaelon. She wishes him a cup of tea, wherever he is, hovering in the air waiting for him to take it. [Though I confess I do not know where to begin.]

Comments

[small_magics]

"It is strange that a conjured egg should have collected a template. At any rate -" She begins checking for others, beginning with the most common templates known to Bells. She becomes steadily more puzzled as she goes on checking for everyone who's ever attended a Bellparty.



"...All of the dragons whose eggs I conjured up are templates. Your alt; and then a Tony, a Sherlock, an Anna, and a Darcy. There is a Sandy, who is an elf, and a Libby, a Chris, and a Virginia, all human."

[nonbird]

"I refuse to believe that's a coincidence," says Lazarus. "Should we get Glass?"

[small_magics]

"Quite possibly. It would be good to know how all of these people in the forms we have previously met them - such as yourself - advise introducing things to new members of the templates."

[nonbird]

"I... have no idea how to talk to a dragon one of me," says Lazarus, "but I definitely want to, dragons are amazing."

[endragoned]

(Ansharil smiles.)

[wildlymagical]

(Lycaelon gives him a sappy look.)

[small_magics]

(Isibel gives Ansharil a sappy look too.)

"Dragons are no more difficult to talk to than elves are. Perhaps less, for you, because they do not have the elven preoccupation with questions."

[nonbird]

"I'm not comparing talking to dragons and talking to elves; I'm comparing talking to myself and talking to an alt who is an entirely different species with an entirely different culture, body plan, and set of magical properties. Talking to myself is much easier," says Lazarus.

[small_magics]

"I suppose I could simply go visit the dragons I made, all of them, so as to be able to properly introduce you."

[nonbird]

"You could do that."

[small_magics]

"It is not clear, though, if you believe it would be a wise choice. Also, perhaps if I am going to visit them all I should also speak with the alts of the other four. Jane, if you please."

[mind_game]

[Hey Darcy! Turns out you have an alt in Thilanushinyel! Who's a dragon!]

[sailorheavymetal]

[...Seriously?]

[mind_game]

[Yup! Sarion conjured up some dragon eggs sixteen years ago to help with the population bottleneck, one of them turned out to be a you. She didn't do it on purpose. They're just all templates for some reason.]

[sailorheavymetal]

[Oookay. Well, that's... weird, but kind of cool, I guess. I've never even been to that world. I'm not sure I can pronounce that world. Am I supposed to meet-and-greet with the new me or something?]

[mind_game]

[You're supposed to help Sarion figure out how to tell the other you about, you know, things. If that's you showing up, I can tell her that, if that's sending a note on nice stationery, I can tell her that, what do you think?]

[sailorheavymetal]

[Dude, I have no idea.]

[mind_game]

[Okay. Well, maybe if someone else has an idea for their dragon alt Sarion can just include the Darcy-dragon in the meet-and-greet for them. Let me know if you think of something.]

[Hey Anna, hey Eights! Turns out you guys have an alt in Thilanushinyel who is a dragon!]

[lookingforwardtoit]

Both of them answer, almost simultaneously:

[Whoa, really?]

[mind_game]

[Yup!] Jane repeats the explanation about the dragon population bottleneck.

[lookingforwardtoit]

[That's fascinating,] says Eights.

[That's weird,] says Anna.

[mind_game]

[Anyway, Sarion is trying to figure out how to tell all these dragons about stuff and wanted to consult you about your one.]

[lookingforwardtoit]

[Not a clue, sorry,] says Anna.

[Yeah, no idea,] says Eights. [There isn't a general How To Tell People Things Guideline already?]

[mind_game]

[Well, she can presumably think up something generic if nobody has a better idea. Oh well.]

[Hey Tonies and Sherlocks! There are alts of you both on Thilanushinyel. They're dragons.] Insert explanation of dragon egg thing here.

[pythbox]

There is a brief explosion of inter-template conferencing.

When the dust settles, the conclusion is: the Tonies have no idea what to do about a new one of them without any obviously recognizable reference points, and the Sherlocks think that someone with dense information output like Sue or Elspeth should give their dragon alt a crash course.