who will be coming?

[small_magics]

Aianon has made a plant in the open airless space above the surface of Thilanushinyel. It is a very, very large plant - some dragons will be attending the party, after all, even if Ansharil in particular is going to be assorted small things and stay on Sarion's person the bulk of the time.

The locals will be Sarion, her beloveds, their other beloved, the five conjured dragons (and their Bondmates, where applicable: Virgivere and Lissa), and Liselen - Magania has, as usual, declined, and so far no Bell party has featured Bell parents.

Amariah is bringing her boyfriend and spontaneous daughter and two of the spontaneous daughter's friends, as well as an Alethian instance of the Rupert template.

Shell Bell is bringing Pearl and Screwdriver.

Golden is bringing her usual large contingent, as usual not including her husband but including her daughter and daughter's grown fosterling (the other remaining at home) and his wolf, both mothers-in-law and one father-in-law, adopted siblings, staff members including the Joker and Nathan, and the children of the aforementioned.

Glass is bringing both wives, all three daughters, Kanim, and her cat. She invited Icarin and Valeria, but their parents are not willing to let them gallivant into other worlds unsupervised and had a scheduling conflict.

Stella's bringing a smattering of people including Alice, Anna, Sandy, Libby, Bridget, her college roommate Janine, and Lazarus.

Tab is bringing Aelise (but not Kers) and Luhan.

Etty is bringing only Nona.

Aether, likewise, brings no one but Celo.

Pattern comes with Ripper, Slipstick, Queenie, and Ghosty.

Aegis is accompanied by her four-bodied boyfriend, Merryweather, Whitlock, and Howlett.

Aurora comes with Brilliance, Lexi with her Device Persica, Agent Honey with her Device Adularia, and Beth.

Rose brings her husband and three children and her former apprentice, Luc.

Angela brings her husband, her four children, several of her friends, and some of those friends' children and grandchildren with and without wings. Keziah also brings a friend.

Juliet shows up with Soph, Minus, Red, Giles, James, Virginia, Minnie, Ike, and Val.

Cam brings Jellybean and Tilly and stops there.

And from unBelled worlds hail additional Sherlocks and Tonies, Darcy, Matilda, Pepper, and Eights.

Comments

[lexicality]

Lexi snorts. "I'll grant you don't look centuries old, not a one of you. What would that even look like, I don't know."

[pythbox]

Celo giggles. "Yeah, the kind of people who live to be centuries old aren't usually the kind who'd show it."

[tearingup]

Knocking him over and onto a pair of beanbags, and completely covering his head and torso, so that he briefly looks like some kind of beanbag monster with human legs.

He sits up, beanbag in his arms, and heaves it back at her.

[keyed_up]

She rolls out of the way and launches another one!

[lexicality]

"Exactly. I'll probably just look seventeen forever, I think seventeen is a good look on me."

[toblameforit]

Tony tackles it out of the air. This is a disadvantage of large slow-moving projectiles. Then he flings a pillow at her head.

[keyed_up]

This one hits her. She laughs and flings it back.

[pythbox]

"Huh," Celo says contemplatively. "I never thought about it, but I could change how old I look now, if I wanted. Nymphs don't really age; I've looked this way since the first time I came out of the ground."

[lexicality]

"You just sprouted whole?"

[toblameforit]

Tony catches and returns it!

[keyed_up]

And now they're just kinda playing catch.

[pythbox]

"Pretty much! I mean, I don't literally grow these bodies like plants," he says with a gesture at himself. "They just kind of... happen. Not exactly appear, it's not like a teleport, more of a process than that, but not anything observable and definite like sprouting."

[tearingup]

Until Ripper also discovers a loose pillow to throw at her.

[keyed_up]

And now she's on the offensive again, pelting them both with pillows nigh-ambidexterously!

[lexicality]

"These? Are there like four of you walking around?"

[tearingup]

Curses! They just can't win!

[pythbox]

He giggles. "No, but when one of me dies, I grow another one. Nymphs are like that. To actually kill us you have to burn our fields and probably salt 'em too."

[keyed_up]

Eventually Soph is flopped across two beanbags, pinning each of her opponents, panting with mad laughter.

[lexicality]

"Oh. Well, that probably won't happen in the Enchanted Forest, that place is made of friendly fairy tales and really big trees."

[pythbox]

"I've heard!" he says. "It wasn't that likely at home either, but it's way less likely now."

[tearingup]

The beanbags wriggle.

[lexicality]

"Does that work funny with torching?"

[toblameforit]

The beanbags giggle.

The unfortunate souls trapped beneath them have chosen to admit defeat by making out with each other!

[keyed_up]

How kind of them! Soph supervises benevolently from on high.

[pythbox]

"Probably. We keep meaning to go talk to the torching expert about it, but we haven't done it yet. It's not hugely urgent."