many people move here to start families

[cross_and_bow]

Bella is hanging out in a Jarvis - the familiar one - handwriting a nonaggression proposal-slash-bribe. Has to be handwritten. Damn fussy demons. At least it's okay for her to conjure rather than personally harvesting the weird ink she's supposed to use.

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[eversomuchfun]

Bath Lady killed all the monks, then threw an enormous tantrum in front of her cowering minions about how the monks had managed to conceal the Key before she got there and now she'll have to find it and she doesn't know where on Earth they could possibly have hid the thing. Around the time that Juliet was discovering her new sister, Bath Lady was just winding down her tirade.

[cross_and_bow]

"So, Soph is something called the Key. Doesn't sound explodey, I guess." She watches.

[eversomuchfun]

"Yes," says Sherlock, "that was already reasonably clear from the chanting and so forth."

Bath Lady and her scraggly minions returned to her luxurious apartment, where she is now lounging on a couch while her minions bring her food and fashion magazines.

[cross_and_bow]

"Bath Lady does not appear to be looking very hard, but maybe she can multitask with the snacks and the issues of Cosmopolitan."

[eversomuchfun]

"Or maybe she's not in a hurry. Or maybe she would rather have her demon friends do all the looking."

Meanwhile, Bath Lady's minions are bringing her a human, who seems generally confused about where he is and what he is doing there.

"For me?" she exclaims, clasping her hands together. "Oh, Minion, I could just kiss your yucky face!"

She stands up, dusts her hands off cheerfully, and grabs the man's head. Her fingers sink into his skull as though it's partially insubstantial, doing no obvious physical damage but causing him to scream.

[cross_and_bow]

Bella stiffens. She turns invisible, and she teleports to Bath Lady.

[pythbox]

Bath Lady is just in the process of releasing the human, who staggers back looking even more confused than he was a minute ago.

"Clean that up," she commands, waving her hand dismissively at him. The minions rush to obey, taking the man's arms and steering him out of the room while he wobbles and moans. She sits down on her couch with a pleased little sigh and goes back to her fashion magazines.

[cross_and_bow]

[What happened to him?] Bella asks Bath Lady casually, not letting on that she's in the room.

[pythbox]

"...Minion!" she yells, scowling and throwing down her magazine.

A minion scurries into the room, cringing preemptively. "Yes, mightyful Glorificus?"

"Did I schedule confusing telepathic questions?" she demands of him. "Because I don't remember doing that!"

"Um... no, your worshippableness?"

[cross_and_bow]

[The guy whose head you just put your hands through. What happened to him?] Bella clarifies.

[pythbox]

"I don't like telepathic questions," says the mightyful Glorificus. "Do you know what I think, minion?"

"I - I could never hope to understand the workings of your powerful mind, your awesomeness!"

"I think someone is spying on me," says Glorificus.

[eversomuchfun]

[Would you like to explain where you went?] says Sherlock to Bella.

[cross_and_bow]

[Bath Lady is up to something I don't like. Trying to figure out what it is.]

[eversomuchfun]

[And what are your observations so far?]

[cross_and_bow]

[She isn't very chatty. Not sure where to take it from here; I don't know what all she can do.]

Usually this would be the part where she invited him to help, but he's probably comforting Soph or something.

[eversomuchfun]

[I'll have a look, then.]

[cross_and_bow]

[I'll spy on the present, I guess.]

[eversomuchfun]

[A convenient allocation of tasks.]

[pythbox]

Meanwhile, Glorificus is grumpy and her minion is terrified.

[cross_and_bow]

[How would you rather I talk to you? Should I make an appointment?] Bella inquires of Glorificus.

[pythbox]

"Miniooooon," Glory complains, "the spying person is still telepathing at me."

[cross_and_bow]

[You can telepath right back, you know.]

[pythbox]

"I don't want to," she declares poutily.

"Er... Mistress?"

"Not you," she huffs, pushing the minion's head gently away. He scurries back a few steps.

[cross_and_bow]

[Well, that doesn't matter, I can hear you either way. So what are you?]

[pythbox]

"You first," says Glorificus, crossing her arms.

"Your beauteousness...?"

"Not you, minion! Shoo," she says. She flaps her hand at him. He shoos.