several kinds

[thaumobabble]

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

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

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[pythbox]

"Well, that's a start," says Corona.

[thaumobabble]

"I keep thinking about Carinna. Probably Felicity isn't anything like Carinna. Carinna's not traumatized, she just - she got all my malcontentment and most of Sherlock's depressive tendencies and none of either set of coping mechanisms."

[pythbox]

"Yeah. Well, if Felicity is anything like me at that age... he hasn't really figured out people yet," says Corona. "The way he sees the world is - everything is dangerous, everything is going to hurt him, it's just a matter of when and how. You get so you don't even feel scared anymore, you don't notice it as a feeling, but even when you're not feeling it it's still there. Under everything. It's exhausting. Sometimes it's almost comforting to just sit there and feel it for a while, and sometimes it's the worst thing in the world and there's nothing you can do to get away from it."

He closes his eyes and leans into Queenie's arms.

"Like when I was in the sun," says Harley. "But with fear instead of pain."

"Yeah," says Corona, "a lot like that."

Harley piles on to the Queenie-and-Corona hug.

[thaumobabble]

"I hestitate to - but - Golden has that empath brother-in-law, is this the sort of thing that could be usefully addressed directly?"

[pythbox]

Harley and Corona both shake their heads.

"He'd never agree to it," says Corona. "And I'm not sure how much it would help even if he did."

[thaumobabble]

"Yeah, long shot. Should I bring him a poof?"

[pythbox]

...Harley giggles. "You know what, yes," he says. "Bring him a poof. And a poof fountain."

Corona nods slowly, looking thoughtful.

[thaumobabble]

Glass looks at Corona, again without forming a question.

[pythbox]

"I think it might be good for him," says Corona. "To have a happy fuzzy little thing that couldn't hurt him if it tried, to take care of."

[thaumobabble]

"Okay. I'll get him a poof. I'll try to think of something not-counterproductive to tell Golden. Anything else?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"...About talking to Golden," says Alice. "The way being terrified all the time is like being in the sun, it's also kind of like turning. Might make it easier to think about, that way; she knows what turning's like."

[thaumobabble]

Glass does a momentary double-take to see who's speaking.

"I will," she says, blinking, "convey that."

[edgeofyourseat]

Alice shrugs. "I hope it helps."

[thaumobabble]

"It seems likelier than other methods of presentation, anyway."

[pythbox]

"Are you gonna talk to her first, or give Felicity his poof first?" wonders Harley.

[thaumobabble]

"Poof first. Felicity can have a poof either way," shrugs Glass. "Do you suppose the color matters, or should I just teleport into the Gentle Cave and pick the one that most insistently follows me?"

[pythbox]

"Is there any reason you can't take him to the Gentle Cave and let him pick one?" says Harley.

[thaumobabble]

"Oh, that works too," agrees Glass. "I'll do that, presuming he wants to come."

[pythbox]

Harley smiles.

[thaumobabble]

"All right. Here goes, unless there's any last-minute advice - he's not going to be offended or anything if I teleport him right away from the Chronicle Janepoint rather than run any risk of him interacting with Carinna, is he?"

[pythbox]

"Nah," says Harley. Corona shakes his head corroboratively.

[thaumobabble]

"Okay. Aurum, please, Jane."

And then she is in Aurum, and then she is where Felicity is.

[inhispockets]

Felicity is lying on the ground beside one of the paths, eating an apple. He looks up at her.

"Where'd you come from?"

[thaumobabble]

"The Belltower. Via Janepoint. Harley and Corona think you might like to have a poof - they're a cute little animal my world has. Want to come with me and pick one out?"

[inhispockets]

"...sure," says Felicity, after a moment's thought. He climbs to his feet and wipes apple juice from his hands onto his pants.