festive rainbow mirror summoning!

[incanted]

There are now one dozen Bells.

They and most of their friends are all here on Planet Rainbowsand II, to celebrate the addition of Sarion, the elf one, and Aurora, the one with a sister.

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[small_magics]

"I am much improved," Sarion agrees.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I can tell!"

[small_magics]

"I hope my beloved is also recovering from the mishaps before a solution was found."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Your sweeties are fine," Queenie assures her. "I was snuggling the little one a minute ago."

[small_magics]

"It seems that this is one of the more soothing things that could have happened to him."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I have an aura of cuddle," beams Queenie. "It's the best. Wanna hug?"

[small_magics]

Evaluating her own wants is one of the harder things, and the memory-crutch doesn't help very much. Sarion considers this question carefully.

"Yes," she concludes.

[gunpowdergelatine]

Queenie envelops her in snuggle.

[small_magics]

Snuggle!

It's almost like falling away into unthoughts like when the demon concentrated, before, except she's lucid.

[gunpowdergelatine]

Cuddly cuddly hug!

Queenie could do this all day, really.

[small_magics]

Sarion's not going to start objecting any time soon.

"I have read your nametag, and know that you are an alt of my beloved, but I have learned little else about you."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I'm the snuggly one," she says cheerfully. "Which is why the aura, not because of the aura. The aura does things other than cuddly. Did anybody tell you about Voice?"

[small_magics]

"I have - heard the name. In connection with Shell Bell. I do not know the story."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Sometimes Jokers have brothers," says Queenie. "They tend to turn out pretty fucked up. Voice is mine. He was a serial killer when he was alive, and when he died he took to keeping people in a box in his basement, one at a time. He got Shell Bell, and then a while later he got me."

[small_magics]

Sarion thinks about this.

Then: "This is why I am referred to as being broken 'like Shell Bell was'," she concludes.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Probably," she agrees. "I'm not broken like Shell Bell was, but it fucked me up pretty bad. It's better if I touch people a lot, so - cuddly."

[small_magics]

"I am happy to help."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I'm glad!"

Hug hug.

[small_magics]

"I was not kept in a box. It seems unlikely that my form of breakage is the same as Shell Bell's."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I dunno exactly how she broke," says Queenie with a snuggly little shrug.

[small_magics]

"Perhaps we are simply the only two Bells who have broken at all, and there is more than one way to do it."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Sounds about right."

[small_magics]

Sarion considers for a long moment, then says, "I do not think I am irreparable."

[gunpowdergelatine]

Queenie snuggles her. "That's good."

[small_magics]

"It is. Someday I will be able to think, by myself."

There is a double meaning to by myself.