several kinds

[thaumobabble]

Glass appears in the Belltower, where the Jokers less Felicity are still assembled.

"There are," she announces, "kinds of you."

Comments

[luminous_regnant]

"Carinna may yet grow better coping mechanisms," Golden adds to Glass in what only sounds like a topic change.

[thaumobabble]

Glass sighs. "She may. She may not. She wants me to tell all the other Bells with Sherlocks to skip her. I can't expect it to get any better. At least there are test cases demonstrating a light at the end of the tunnel for Felicity."

[pythbox]

"Yeah," says Harley. "Jokers even out. I think... if you give us enough time, we might all get to that last phase."

[thaumobabble]

"Even the off-course ones?" Glass asks. "Oh - Golden, when they were all in the Belltower they were dividing themselves into phases. Sort of the Joker version of the Bell life-cycle."

[pythbox]

"The off-course ones I'm less sure about," says Harley. "But I still feel like we're all headed to something like the same place, even if no two of us are getting there exactly the same way. I mean, I'm never gonna be a retiree, right, I'm not planning to go back to my Gotham and blow a bunch of things up and then die, but... I'd like to get to where Ghosty and Queenie and the Joker are, someday. That way they have of just being okay, even when they're not. I don't know, maybe it doesn't make sense if you're not a Joker."

[luminous_regnant]

"Maybe not."

[pythbox]

He smiles crookedly. "That happens."

[luminous_regnant]

"Anyway. Have I satisfied you that I won't be conspicuously self-satisfied at Felicity?"

[pythbox]

"Yeah," says Harley. "Thanks."

[luminous_regnant]

"You're welcome."

[thaumobabble]

"Time for me to go home, I guess."

[pythbox]

"Guess so," says Harley.

[thaumobabble]

Glass taps her Janegem. She goes.

[luminous_regnant]

"Regardless of this conversation I think I'll give him a little longer to settle in before I pay him a visit," remarks Golden.

[pythbox]

"Probably a good idea," says Harley. "Glass gave him a poof; I bet that'll help."

[luminous_regnant]

"Ah, poofs."

[pythbox]

Harley giggles.

[luminous_regnant]

"How have you been doing, anyway?"

[pythbox]

He shrugs. "Better. I can, like, move now." Demonstratively, he opens and closes his hands. "I might go get my aura soonish."

[luminous_regnant]

"I wonder what you'll get."

[pythbox]

Harley shrugs.

[luminous_regnant]

"Anyway. If you aren't letting Edward read you today he'll be wondering what's kept me. I'll see you later, Harley."

And off she goes.

[her_imperial_radiance]

When the rest of the meeting has concluded, Elspeth teleports to Isle Esme. She lands in the house, first, to see if there's any sign of Felicity having picked one of the bedrooms.

[inhispockets]

None whatsoever. Felicity, however, is curled up on a couch with his poof.

[her_imperial_radiance]

"Oh, did Glass bring you a poof? That's a good idea."