good guesser

[lifes_sake]

Cam is taken entirely by surprise when his office door doesn't lead to his office, but instead to a bizarre sort of bar.

He has Grace and his manual - he always carries them, in a backpack sort of thing with one cross-chest strap - and not much else on him to handle this situation. It might be Iggy. It might not be Iggy. He is not sure.

He looks around, concludes only that he is confused, and closes his eyes and listens instead.

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[lifes_sake]

"Apparently notebooks are a thing?" Cam offers.

[cross_and_bow]

"They are till we meet the peal and make 'em redundant by hexing up perfect recall," says Juliet.

[lifes_sake]

"Don't say that, you'll scare her," says Cam.

[eversomuchfun]

"His notebook is named Grace," Sherlock chips in. "She is magical in some way."

[lifes_sake]

"She's particularly well-loved, and I've warded her and everything, but everything talks, she's just particularly cooperative 'cause she's mine," says Cam. He takes Grace out and pats her. "Don't worry, you're not redundant," he soothes in Speech.

[cross_and_bow]

"You're talking to your notebook," says Juliet. "In a weird language."

[lifes_sake]

"You could talk to yours if you were a wizard. What are you instead? I'm getting a general impression of some kinda magic."

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet grins.

She flares aura.

"Oh, me? I'm just a mint-enchantress-Slayer-incipient empress-manager of the afterlife who wears a multidimensional goddess 'round her neck and dates a vampire."

[lifes_sake]

Cam takes a half-step back.

"Oookay, I feel like I should be terrified, but I think I should be asking how I can get in on some of that action."

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock picks up his girlfriend's hand and kisses a flicker of flame between her knuckles.

[cross_and_bow]

"I'm still not totally convinced you're a Bell and not a coincidence," says Juliet, shrinking her aura down to a low hum of hazardousness. "But if you are, yeah, you can help yourself to everything on that list except 'Slayer' and you'll want to regender 'empress' and you might want to wear Jane someplace other than a necklace and of course whether you want to date the vampire is between you and him."

[lifes_sake]

"Is there, like, a checklist?" Cam asks.

[cross_and_bow]

"Clumsy, except while flying if applicable? Tendency to wear default outfits instead of fussing about it? Notebooks for introspection, self-analysis, and brain-hacking? Self-centeredly altruistic? Aspire to useful luxury? If applicable, huge magic geek? Anti-death as a matter of general policy and most particularly in your own case? Parents named Renée and Charlie or variants and reasonably likely to be divorced and depending on how old you are Renée might've remarried? More likely than not grew up in Forks, Washington? Generalized terror of mental spying and editing and, if available in your magic system, natively resistant to same? Like old literature? Think crowns are a great fashion accessory that goes with everything? Unabashedly seek phenomenal cosmic power and control of the universe because it's not being done adequately?"

[lifes_sake]

"...It's like you know eight of me," says Cam after a silence.

[eversomuchfun]

Sherlock laughs.

"I'm not sure if I'd date you, but I'd definitely fuck you," he contributes.

[lifes_sake]

"Noted," says Cam. "For future reference when I have my bearings. Damn, that's a list."

[cross_and_bow]

"There's one more thing. Go up to the bar and see if she gives you a key," says Juliet.

[lifes_sake]

"She? Okay." Cam is less fazed than some Bells by the notion of a sentient bar-lady. He goes up to her and addresses her conversationally in the Speech. "Hi, bar."

[pythbox]

"Hello!" says Bar. "This is for you!"

A key appears on her surface.

[lifes_sake]

"Thanks!" says Cam, taking and pocketing the key. "So you can tell I'm a Bell, I guess? How do you manage that?"

[pythbox]

"Recognizing people is all in a day's work," Bar says serenely. "Won't you have a drink while you're here? I serve everything."

[lifes_sake]

"Huh. Sure, I'll take a smoothie, let's call it banana peach, unless it's particularly pricey."

[pythbox]

A smoothie appears.

"On the house," says Bar.

[lifes_sake]

"Cool! Thanks!" says Cam, and he takes his smoothie and sips it. "Mmm, this is lovely, nicely done."

He meanders back to Juliet and Sherlock. "She's a nice bar," he comments.

[cross_and_bow]

"...So, you talk to stuff, and it talks to you, huh?"