Teas and Sympathy....

Took a bit of doing (Avon almost had to be taken out in a hammerlock by some hooded woman, not that Weaver look alike, but some other woman), but finally all but one of the intruders into her home are outside. Well, almost all of them....

The hooded woman whispers something to Brill, who grunts in surprise and mutters something about "....that explains why you weren't riding herd with them...."

Anyway, after that, this one man in question (the one who calls himself Brill) had brought in a cat along with him by the name of Babe. Thankfully, Babe and Betty's cats seem to be getting along well enough and for that Betty was grateful.

As for her other "guest", somewhere along the line (Betty isn't sure exactly when) he'd managed to make some tea and was offering her a glass!

Actually, a woman named Betty had told Brill before coming here where she'd kept her tea, and as it turned out. This Betty had, as luck had it, kept her stuff in similar places as that other Betty.....

One thing at a time, Brill admonished himself.

If only that idiot hadn't gone barging in ahead of him, this would have been so much easier.

Glancing back the way the others had suddenly left (oh, but she had so many questions that she wanted to ask!), she instead decided to put aside her aggravations (issues like "breaking and entering", just how "Brill" knew where she kept her tea, and just how Brill knew her favorite flavor of tea). As it was, the tea did have a calming effect on her. Calming enough to where she's finally able to ask probably the most important question of the day thus far.

That is, if Brill hadn't beaten her to the punch!

"You're probably wondering what the f*ck is going on, right?" Brill sighed, sipping at his tea.

"You might say that," Betty drawled, words dripping with irony.

Brill sighs again....

Oh, the plan had been had been simple enough before Avon made things more difficult than need be! He, being the most likely candidate (being one of the more ordinary looking folks here) on approaching Betty here, had naturally volunteered to deliver the wedding invitation. He'd just have gone up, knock on her door. He'd introduce himself and slowly....ease his way into telling Betty about who was getting married (a female Golem named Inquirer and a male Timelord named the Doctor). The "other" Betty (and Ragan) had suggested, if and when Brill was successful, then one last thing might sweeten the deal enough in case

Brill chuckled mirthlessly, and decided to lay it out before her without any candy coating. Told her about how he and his associates outside had met the Doctor and his soon to be wife, Inquirer. He told about how Inquirer (an AI turned magical entity called a Golem) had vague memories of.....er....meeting with the "Mistress" (actually a nickname for an unwillingly femininized Master). About the Dark Tower and Champions, and how it was that universes had been...put close together so where the right sorts could be found and gathered to help fix the Dark Tower before everything went tits up! About the Doctor telling about one race's theory that imagination was actually glimpses into other realities and such (and how the good Timelord was now actually a believer in that). Everything he knew and had learned, including of what he'd learned of Inquirer's theology (the Church of Silicon Valley, where it was believed that all of reality was actually a computer simulation).

"....which sort of fits when you consider the origins of Inquirer, actually." Brill said as an aside, "Kind of puts her kind and us organic folks on equal footing."

"So that is what she was talking earlier!" Betty muttered to herself. Somehow, that the Weaver look alike's (this Inquirer's) words had been about theology.....was more comforting. Theology was based upon belief, and as such was....let us say open for debate and leave it at that.

Honestly, the thought that this all being nothing more than some kind of computer game had been....disturbing. Oh, it made as much sense as any other thing before now, but.....Betty hadn't really liked the implications.

She didn't much fancy being a fictional NEQ character, really Wait, that had an implication.....

Brill, a bit restless, wanders over a short distance to Betty's collection of videotapes and picks up the one videotape that Betty had initially identified Brill as Brill (i.e. Enemy of the State). Brill mutters something about having trouble believing that Beta had prevailed over VHS in this reality and also something about Gene Hackman looking nothing like him.....

He turns back to Betty.

"I can understand totally why you probably would rather not go," Brill conceded, "I must admit that you've had a rather....trying day."

Brill still wasn't sure what exactly to make of Betty's story about her having died and then come back to life, but considering the stuff he went through with Inquirer and Sigin (a actual freakin' dragon for chrissakes!), it wasn't too out there. As such, he actually wasn't put off by Betty and her tale.

"That's putting it mildly," Betty quipped, "But....not to say that I'm....going to actually pass over a chance to actually meet the Doctor! That and....I really have quiet a few questions for Blake......"

Brill found himself smiling. This Betty was like the other analogs he'd met, and such.....there was something he rather liked about her.

"But how much time do we have before the wedding?" Betty asked, suddenly concentrating on practical matters, "That and how do we get there? How did you find me, if this Inquirer's memories were so muddled? Oh, and I....well....I don't think I really owe them anything but I loath leaving that Fred and Astra running about Socorro. Not for there sake, but I fear what trouble they'll cause....."

Hopefully, the other Freds and Astras she'd be meeting at this wedding would be more tolerable than the ones hse'd met so far!

"Oh, as for the second part that one hooded woman had caught wind of the trouble they'd been causing about town," Brill said waving a hand as if to dismiss them, "She and her husband had been out there to bring them in before more trouble could happen.

"That's one of the reasons why they didn't stop Avon, and his family from making a mess of things," Brill muttered to himself.

Can't believe what holy terrors that family can be, Betty thought to herself, thinking about what kind of children Vila would produce.

"As for how we found you....well.....Morgana, that hooded woman, has a knack for that," Brill shrugged.

Brill had a feeling that it involved magic or something else that Morgana, that High Elf (ala AD&D) had learned over the centuries as an Elder Champion. The fact that she had was enough for Brill for now.

Morganna was nice enough (and with a literally stunning beauty with her hood down), but the very ancient aura about that elfin lady made Brill.....nervous. Later on, he'd muster the nerve to ask more questions. Later....

The last quesiton was answered by showing her.

The people that Betty meets are....interesting. Blake's 7 (a bit older than what she'd seen of them on that last episode on TV) are here. She also meets....Superman in his Clarke Cent disguise (who looks worriedly back at her...expecting her to start reciting poetry or something for some reason). Then there were the pilots of this Type 40 TARDIS (who are using stools to reach the harder to reach controls on the Control Column).....

Betty found herself staring down at an elfin Romana and an elfin Doctor (ala the Tom Baker kind).....

1. "Uh, thanks for the jellybaby?" Betty said, smiling down at the daffily smiling male elf.