there is room here to expand

[cross_and_bow]

When Juliet leaves the party, she goes to meet the new Jarvis.

She knocks, to be polite.

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[poeticterms]

The door opens.

[cross_and_bow]

Juliet goes in.

"Hi," she says. "It's nice to meet you. I'm not really clear on to what extent you guys exchange information with each other, let alone what any given amount would mean for whether I should be generally behaving like I just met you."

[poeticterms]

"You did, in fact, just meet me," says the resident Jarvis. "Hello."

[cross_and_bow]

"Well, that answers that," says Juliet. She finds a place to sit down and sits there. "I'm Bella, you can call me Juliet when that would get confusing."

[poeticterms]

"So I've heard. And I am Jarvis. Among Jarvises I'm known as New York Sunnydale; there's also Sunnydale, whom you've met, Sunnydale Apollo, whom you haven't, New York, and Malibu. But under most circumstances just 'Jarvis' will do."

[cross_and_bow]

"How'd you settle on that identification system?"

[poeticterms]

"It's the most obvious one, if you're a Jarvis."

[cross_and_bow]

"Fair enough. So, welcome to Sunshine. And being alive. I'm sorry it took so long for it to occur to anyone that Downside might have caught you."

[poeticterms]

"I believe Sherlock is more upset about that than I am."

[cross_and_bow]

"Is he here or off somewhere else?"

[poeticterms]

"He is upstairs."

[cross_and_bow]

Bella decides to head upstairs.

[poeticterms]

Jarvis has no comment on this decision.

[cross_and_bow]

Bella wanders from room to room, learning her way around this old/new Jarvis and looking for her boyfriend.

[poeticterms]

It's a big house. It will take her some time to confirm that Sherlock is not on the second floor.

There's a third.

[cross_and_bow]

She heads up to look around that one.

[poeticterms]

It features many open doors, one leading to what was clearly once Tony's bedroom, and one closed one.

[cross_and_bow]

"Sherlock?" Bella asks the closed door.

[poeticterms]

It opens.

[eversomuchfun]

The room on the other side is sparsely populated with slightly shabby-looking furniture. Sherlock is sitting on a couch with a violin in his lap, motionless.

[cross_and_bow]

Bella sits next to him and leans her head on his shoulder.

"Hi," she murmurs.

[eversomuchfun]

He kisses the top of her head.

"Hello."

[cross_and_bow]

"What's having a daemon like?" she wonders softly.

[eversomuchfun]

"It does not easily submit to description," he says.

[cross_and_bow]

"I guess it wouldn't." She snuggles up. "I'm sorry she's sad. Amariah seems to think that's - really worrying."