milliways lurks

[her_imperial_radiance]

Milliways lurks.

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[her_imperial_radiance]

"They wouldn't want to come or they can't find it?"

[prima_sequentem]

"Either. Both. If I know anyone who's found it independently, they haven't admitted as much, and you have to agree that news of an interdimensional time-travelling bar is a little hard to swallow even given preexisting magic."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Everyone believed me," Elspeth says innocently.

[prima_sequentem]

"Gee, I wonder why."

[her_imperial_radiance]

[prima_sequentem]

Libby grins.

[her_imperial_radiance]

"It's a pity Milliways isn't easier to summon. That would be really convenient," sighs Elspeth.

[prima_sequentem]

"I've heard some people have a particular talent for getting it to show up," says Libby. "I have no such talent myself."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"It never appears when it would be really inconvenient for me," Elspeth says, "but it doesn't show up whenever I want it."

[prima_sequentem]

"Sometimes it's convenient, sometimes it's inconvenient, sometimes it's unremarkable, but it is never on request," says Libby.

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Unremarkable?"

[prima_sequentem]

"Not a really good time, not a really bad time, just a time."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"How was this time? What were you doing?"

[prima_sequentem]

"Coffee with a new acquaintance. She went to the bathroom, I went outside, outside turned out to be Milliways. I'm really not sure where to file it."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"You get the thing where it's not been more than thirty seconds when you go back, right?"

[prima_sequentem]

"Historically, yes. If this turns out not to be one of those times, I am definitely filing it under inconvenient."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"I imagine your acquaintance might be confused."

[prima_sequentem]

"I bet she would be too. And I don't think confused is her favourite state."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"I don't think most people like being confused. Hm. If you don't have vampires, then if you ever had a my dad he presumably died in 1918, but you could have a my mom. She'd be seventeen or eighteen in 2005, depending on what date," muses Elspeth.

[prima_sequentem]

"So I should be keeping an eye out for megalomaniacal teenagers?" she jokes. "Possibly so I can lend a hand?"

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Maybe! She makes a very good empress of the world," Elspeth says. "In my world by the end of 2005 she'd faked her death and was wandering North America, but if she hasn't encountered any vampires or werewolves I don't know what she'd be doing. Maybe she'd finish high school, in which case she'd still be there at any point in the year apart from summer break."

[prima_sequentem]

"So, probably not in New York, then."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Well, I don't know. She might have gotten impatient and gone to college, a year early. She never got around to it in my version."

[prima_sequentem]

"So, maybe in New York."

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Maybe. I don't think she ever thought about where she'd have gone to college if she'd gone. She certainly doesn't have time for it now; she just fits in reading between ruler-of-the-world crises and small allowances for personal time."