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20Jas0003, The Labors of Jasper Episode 03; 5955 words The bath was soothing but not very private. It was set into a cubby in the wall. Hauswood. A curtain across the cubby gave the illusion of privacy. Tentacles. Jas was so exhausted and so emotionally blunted, he didn't object when the house lifted him and lowered him gently into the tub. Her. Jas tried to wrap his mind around that. Her. He was now a she. For how long? Surely the princess would want her old body back. Soon, he hoped. Maybe as soon as she was done healing? A soft bottom on this tub, but no water. There was a dispenser for soap, another dispenser for water. The water dispenser was a tentacle. Like a shower nozzle on a hose. Jas rinsed off and then soaped up a washcloth. Jas fingered the collar. He ... she ... also touched the brand on her neck. Jas felt a thrill. Purely sexual. Tree Nose spoke through the curtain. "I felt that," she said. "Don't touch it, milady. It's still active." Jas had a flash of understanding. Magic. The brand was a glyph. Touching it activated it. He explored the collar. It felt ... alive? More magic. Her left arm was nearly useless. Broken collar bone. Jas washed what he could with her right arm. Clumsy. Not well-connected to this body yet. Jas examined the princess's hands. Oh. She's left-handed. Calluses. A princess has working-man's hands? Huh. Jas watched as one of the tentacles grabbed a washcloth and soap. She relaxed as it washed her back. It lifted her and washed her backside and privates. It was surprisingly gentle. It even washed her feet. That hurt, but not as much as it hurt to walk. Then the tentacles sat her down and turned on a heat lamp. Master Hoose spoke to her from a speaker someplace in the wall of the cubby. "Sitz bath," he said. "It should help with healing. Please expose your injured parts to the light." Injured parts? Collar bone? Feet? Fingernails and toenails which had been removed with pliers? Jas puzzled for a moment. The heat lamp seemed directed, pointed at her.... Crotch. Oh. Jas opened her legs. She let the heat lamp shine down there. She also let it shine on her fingernails. It felt nice. Jas said, "Thank you, house." Mr. Hoose's voice replied. "It's nothing." Jas asked, "Can I get a lamp for my feet, also?" She saw two more lights, and felt heat. Jas smiled. She sighed. Next was the autodoc. Jas had seen them in the movies, but had never been in one. It was made of hauswood, of course. The tentacles lifted her from the tub, draped a towel over her, and then swung her into the autodoc. The cover rotated shut. Plexi or perhaps clear nacre. It was like lying in a coffin with a clear lid. Her ears popped. "Oxygen therapy," Mr. Hoose explained. "Sonics to promote healing. We have a medical-grade maker but it's not set up for your body chemistry yet." Jas's ears popped often as the pressure increased inside the autodoc. It eventually pressurized to three atmospheres. Various wands applied heat and sonics on her collar bone, on her thighs, knees, feet, and also on her fingers. Vibrators, basically. Jas hoped that the vibrotherapy wouldn't target her battered vagina and ass-hole. She wasn't ready for that. Besides, everyone here was watching. There didn't seem to be much else to do in this cabin. The cabin had changed again. Expanded? Also, it had real windows again, set high in the walls, apparently at ground level, which was still flooded. Jas counted eight employees wearing uniforms from JL Recovery Services. She saw Master Hoose, at the kitchen counter, apparently fixing breakfast. She didn't see Morgana. Or her other self. Had that been a dream? Tree Nose sat on a hassock by the autodoc. She touched the 'glass' of the autodoc cover. "Permission to speak, milady." She said this in a language that Jas didn't have a name for. And yet he understood it. Jas nodded. "Teaching the humans your chemistry and genetics could be dangerous." "Probably too late for that," Jas said in the same language. He paused. He could speak in whatever language this was? Not just hear? Okay. Jas coughed. "I bled on everything. I was unconscious for ... some time." "A day." Jas nodded. Tree Nose said, "The house wants to grow your hair." She tapped the glass. "Apparently this machine can do that." Hair? He had too much hair, as it was. He giggled. Giggled? Was this ... girl ... the giggly type? Jas sighed. Oh, shit. Hair. On my head. "They shaved your head, milady. Have you seen the brands?" She had. But. How to explain that? Tree Nose continued. "Brothel slave, milady. A brothel slave with a shaved head won't be expected to know her place. But one with long hair? The world will assume you are experienced. And compliant." "I don't need hair. I need an army." "Your champion is making a name for himself." Tree Nose hesitated. "Lady, I know it's not my place to ask...." She looked down. "Are you asking why I chose...." "A human!" Tree Nose looked up. There were tears in her eyes. "Have I not served well?" "Ask another time. I have no answers for you." Jas thought for a moment. "Were you here, querida?" Tree Nose looked up, astonished. Jas continued. "Are you on contract? Serving the crown?" Tree Nose nodded. "Under whose authority?" "The queen." Tree Nose considered for a moment. "Oh." She smiled. "Thank you, my lady. Ah. It is still my right, though, to enter the tournaments. To compete for my place in the confariation." "Are you asking or stating intent?" Tree Nose grinned. "Thank you. Thankyou-thankyou-thankyou." She leaned back, looked around the room. "I'm called to breakfast." "Go." Jas watched them eat while he endured an hour of vibrotherapy and hyperbaric oxygen. The machine lowered a pair of expensive-looking specs onto Jas's face. The earpieces spoke to him. "No spoken word is secure while any JL employee is inside the house." "Okay," Jas said. Text appeared on the specs. *You have questions?* "Many." *When you learn how to use subvocal texting and the bozal, we can talk.* Wonderful. The specs showed Jas a picture of the princess from before. She was wearing something that clearly identified her as a fairy princess. Diaphanous. A minoan half vest that showcased her boobs. Shoes that looked uncomfortable. Jas noted that the princess had underarm hair and a pubic patch that almost preserved her modesty. And hair that was almost floor-length. Her features and hair made her look Asian. Or Eskimo. Epicanthic folds. Black hair. "Show me a picture of her in armor." *Image not available.* "How about her?" Jas glanced over to Tree Nose. An image appeared. "Oh. Can I see a picture of her bank card? The ID that she uses here?" An image appeared of Tree Nose's ID and bank card. Jas shook her head. An image appeared of another ID and five bank cards. Yara Kusanac. The other bank cards said, Amoy Panis, Ariane Kiao, Sadia Li, Sarett Tawank. Jas smiled. He had a name now. Five of them. She had a name. He had to get used to that. With a title like Lady, he was going to have to start self-identifying as... She. "Show me pictures of what she wore here." Basic college girl. More sexy than Jas was comfortable with. Some of the pictures showed more body hair than others. And a shorter hairstyle. Did she trim it for visits here? *No. She covers it with glamour. Cameras and most people don't see it.* "You can read minds?" *Subvocal. Have a care. There is speculation that the Fair Folk can hear subvocalized speech. Either that or they read minds. Or body language.* Jas glanced out into the cabin. As the oxygen bled off, Jas chose a hairstyle. Long enough to look feminine. Short enough that it wouldn't be a nuisance. Jas glanced down. At least he wouldn't have to wear a bra. She. She wouldn't have to wear a bra. How long would he be in this body? She sat on a chair, towel covering her lap but boobs bared for the world. Jas ate breakfast, such as it was. A smoothie. It hurt to swallow but she managed. Already she felt better. Between the bath and the autodoc.... Maybe she'd be out of this body by the end of the week. Jas said, "Thank you for the food. And everything else." Master Hoose bowed. Jas watched company employees plod up the staircase and outside for PT. "I should follow," she said. It was easier to speak now. It would take a while to get used to this voice, though. It sounded.... Girly. "You should heal," Master Hoose said. "Yes, but I should exercise. Stretch. Train." "Maybe tomorrow." "Does any of my old stuff fit?" Jas looked down at the towel. Master Hoose said, "The loincloth." "Are there any girl clothes I can wear?" Master Hoose pulled bags from a cupboard. "Some of Melissa's things will fit. Some of Sheena's." "You wouldn't happen to have a maker?" "I'm not investing platinum in that mass of crazed plastic and rust." Jas looked up and smiled. "You know. Does anyone else know? Who I am?" Master Hoose shook his head. "Morgana knows, and of course, the new wunderkind knight you chose as a champion. He knows." "How did I end up here. In this body?" Jas asked. "Fey tech, what you would call magic." He pulled up a seat. "Okay. In her world, she has the right to claim whatever body she needs. There's a body price, and they rarely do it, but it is her right." "This is not her world." "It is. The pylon outside marks it as such. Like planting a flag. It also powers much of her tech, magic, what-all." "This body can do magic?" Master Hoose nodded. "Then why am I still injured? Don't they have, you know, magic for that?" "They do." "Well?" "Have at it. Heal yourself." "I ... I don't know how." He held up a finger and nodded. "I'll teach you what I know. Mind you, my magic is three hundred years out of date. They've likely found better, faster, and safer methods by now." Safer? "I heard that." Jas coughed. Master Hoose said, "I can't get caught teaching you. For one thing, you're already supposed to know. For another, I am not. Supposed to know. A human-tech construct with fey magic? They would burn me out." Jas glanced outside. "We have some cover." He fingered the collar, still locked around Jas's neck. "The collar, the glyphs. These are intended to prevent access to any but a whore's bag of tricks. Also, the autodoc is fully fey-rated. I just can't let them know. Your lacerations and bruises should heal by tomorrow. You should be limber a day or two after." "Shoes. I need shoes. And armor?" "You can't cover the glyphs without consequence. Would the lady like a weapon?" Jas smiled. "What works against Red wizards?" "Combined arms. In my day, they were exceedingly difficult to cull out. I suppose it's more difficult now. I need your permission, lassie." Mr. Hoose held the shard, and the three-year coin from AA. "A weapon?" "We'll see what the lady of the lake can produce in this age." "Morgana?" Master Hoose laughed. "Oh, stars, no. She and the lady rarely see eye- to-eye. But they of common cause now." "Um, sure. If you think it will help." "You have a good heart, lass. But you are too trusting. When you make a contract with the fey, it is binding." Jas looked down at his body. Her body. Master Hoose palmed the only two treasures that Jas owned. Then he produced girl clothes. "Apologies, milady. I have but one maker license for female garb. Tassel Rags. It's bioactive, alive in a sense. Self- cleaning and self-repairing. It must be fed from time to time." "What does it eat?" "Whatever it touches." Jas shrank away from the offered clothes. "Dead skin cells. Hair that has fallen off. Skin mites. Food that drips onto your clothes. Unwanted tech." Master Hoose smiled. Most of it was black leathereen. Jas shrugged. It looked very much like an outfit the princess had been photographed wearing before. To a movie premier, of all things. Panties. Leg warmers. Arm sleeves with half- gloves. A minoan vest that gave peekaboo views of her nipples and also showed off her belly button. A wrap skirt that parted to show the glyph on her buttocks. A cap and a diaphanous shawl, and boots that managed to look girly and military at the same time. "Knee pads?" Jas asked. The sleeves and hose were reinforced at the elbow and knees. Master Hoose helped. He steadied the stand-in princess when she nearly fell over. The panties were apparently alive. They just about slid themselves into place. The hose and sleeves were similarly bioactive. "Smart fabric?" Jas asked. "It's a fine line," Master Hoose said. "Smart fabric, artificial life, fey tech." The clothing squirmed. It gave Jas the shudders. But then, when it was adjusted correctly, it stopped squirming and hung like regular, normal clothing. Jas simultaneously felt less embarrassed, and more embarrassed. Some clothes was better than no clothes, right? But these clothes were quite girly. And revealing. The shoes were very much alive. They responded to her foot. They helped her walk. "There's tech in there to help you heal, milady. It has other functions, as well. There's a generator in the heel. Produces electricity for the human tech you wear. You can also feed it butane. It will keep you warm in the coldest places. Mars-rated." Mars rated? Jas rotated an ankle. He examined the shoes. Mr. Hoose handed Jas a small purse. "Let's go fishing," Master Hoose said. He had Sheena's tackle box and fishing rod. Jas watched him drop the shard and the coin into the tackle box. "Bring the cooler, milady." Jas picked up the cooler. He hobbled up the steps. Walking was still difficult. Master Hoose offered use of his cane. "I can manage." She still held onto him for support, however. The company employees were all doing jumping jacks in the yard, splashing in the shallow water. Jas hobbled along to the end of the dock. "Is this a new location?" Jas asked. "It's the place you picked out, some distance from the old spot." "The boathouse looks the same," Jas said. "The trees are different." Master Hoose nodded. He said, "It's on the intersection of two ley lines. That serves your purposes, I reckon. But we had parked off the ley lines to avoid rips." "Should I offer an apology?" Jas asked, while glancing towards the company employees. "The lady does what needs doing. Who am I to question?" They sat at the end of the dock. From here, Jas could see the jumble of erratics that marked the location of the other house. If it was still there. "It is," Master Hoose said. "The fishing is good. They practically jump into your arms." He smiled. Jas watched as Master Hoose dropped the shard and the coin into the lake. Then he watched, equally mystified, as Master Hoose cast an empty fishhook with a bobber out onto the brown water. "Open the cooler, lass." Jas opened the cooler. The largest pike that Jas had ever seen jumped out of the lake and into Jas's arms. He nearly dropped it. Then, struggling because his collar bone was still tender, he placed it, nose-first into the cooler. Jas wiped fish slime from of his cleavage. Master Hoose tipped his hat twice, once to Jas and once to the lake. "Now, thank the lady," he said. "Thank who?" "The lady of the lake. Are ye daft?" "Oh." Feeling a bit silly, Jas said, "Thank you for the fish." Master Hoose said, "Now ask a boon." "Okay," Jas said. "Please help us, Lady." A very large tentacle surfaced. It was mottled, pink and green. Jas sat very still. "That's the lady?" Master Hoose smiled. He shrugged. The tentacle touched Jas's knee. Then it moved higher, touching bare skin on Jas's thigh, just below her panties. Jas's pussy pulsed with anticipation. She felt another thrill. Jas inhaled sharply. She thought loudly, "Please don't, please don't, please don't." Master Hoose looked amused. Then, tapping twice, the tentacle slid noiselessly into the brown floodwater. *Please don't what?* appeared on Jas's specs. "I've seen too much hentai." Master Hoose laughed. He clapped Jas's shoulder with one meaty hand. "She found you worthy." "What would have happened if I wasn't worthy?" "Nothing good." The fish started flopping around. It fell out of the cooler, flopping on the dock. Master Hoose thumped it once. It went still. He said, "I think that's enough fish." He gutted it with one finger, dropping the waste into the lake. He shaved all the scales from it with a swipe of one hand and washed that hand off in the water. Then he handed the fishing rod to Jas. "Reel that in, will ya? I've fish to cook. Ladies?" He stood and tipped his hat. Then he bowed. Jas had two more sessions in the autodoc that day, and another session in the sitz bath. Listening to these men and women bicker was less entertaining than it sounded. Jas watched in amazement as different employees logged onto social sites or made phone calls home. She sat by Athan and waited for him to finish his call. "Is this not a safe house?" she asked. "No longer. It's a quarantine facility. When you moved the house, you moved it back into coverage." "Is it safe for me here?" Athan shrugged. "The safest place on nine Earths was the palace room you were abducted from." "Do they still have pizza?" Jas asked. "Pizza Pizang?" Athan laughed. "Yes, milady." "Call me Yara. If ... the queen closed the ways ... there is no royalty in this country, yes?" Athan nodded. "Then I am Yara. I don't know if I can pay for...." "I can cover pizza." "I was going to say pay for your services. If I'm going to be here a while, I should be careful with money." Athan thought about it. He called up the contract on his toughbook. "The old contract covers us until the end of quarantine. You'll be fine. My lieutenant's contract lasts until the winter solstice." He scrolled through. "Brother is on until the New Year. Onsei ... All Saints Day." "Why don't you release them so they can go home before the ways close?" Jas asked. "I tried." He shrugged. "I can't make them go. The ways are closed now, so it doesn't matter." He scrolled through pages again and showed the screen to Jas. "Working on naturalization papers now. They could be here for a year and a day. Or hundreds of years." Jas wondered briefly. What would a fey do in human society? Were some of them here already? And how could one tell? These could pass for human. For that matter, Yara could, too, except for her ears. And personal grooming choices. Glamour would cover many differences. What glamour didn't cover, our own genegineering would gloss over. Already there were rumors of supersoldiers, Project Werewolf. Wolf brides. War rats. A fey might fit in after all. Except for the unnaturally long lifetime. And, ya know? Tabloids have announced every year for the last hundred years that scientists have finally unlocked the secret to aging. If fey citizens helped that research along, it might become true. Jas considered for a moment, the life he would have.... The life she would have. If the princess never reclaimed her old body. How long would this body survive here? What would be expected of her? He read over some of the visa paperwork. Jas considered what little he knew of employer visas. It involved an oath. Jas asked Athan, "Have you informed any of these employees about the contracts they will need to sign? The oath?" Athan stopped. Jas asked, "What is in that oath?" "Fairly tame stuff," Athan said. "At a minimum, you need to explain the process." Jas called up a page that explained the oath they would be expected to recite. Tree Nose and Brother crowded round. Brother said, "No." Tree Nose said, "My name? Hells, no." Onsei and one from Team Five reviewed the oath. Onsei shook his head. "Have I ever been arrested?" He snorted. "The question alone dishonors me." The other said, "Nix." Athan sighed. "Suddenly, I have less paperwork." He closed his toughbook. "Officially, they are part of the trade mission. Attached to the consulate. Which closed, yesterday." Jas looked around. Everyone here was watching him. Her. The princess? Did they expect her to give a command? To magic up a solution? She considered telling all these people who she really was. Who she was not. Something she'd heard Morgana say in character came to Jas. She smiled briefly. "I must meditate," she said, and walked out. Her hip gave her troubles on the stairwell. But her feet and knees had healed and were nearly pain-free. It was dark, wet, and foggy outside. She hesitated for a moment. Then she hobbled towards the dock. Jas remembered the warnings about going outside in the dark. But the doors were open. She'd only had to open the screen door to get outside. It must be okay. Jas stood in the doorway of the boathouse. He pulled his phone from the small clutch that came with this outfit. It wasn't his phone. It was Yara's phone. Jas sighed. Most of this was in a script that Jas didn't recognize. An overlay appeared in Roman text. It was not helpful. Jas didn't know any of these people. He heard the whir of a Pizza Pizang delivery drone. Jas tried the door for the boathouse. It was unlocked. He stepped inside. He watched Athan appear and pay for a stack of pizzas. He heard Master Hoose's voice in the dark. "Shut the door, lass." Jas shut the door and locked it. The lights came on dimly. A small man stood on the deck that surrounded the waters in this boathouse. He looked grossly misshapen. Long nose and ears. Heavy brow. Massive feet and hands. Claws instead of fingernails. He wore an evil- smelling liberty cap, dark and stained. He also wore a loincloth. The creature spoke with Master Hoose's voice. "This is a red-cap. If you see one, you have more troubles than you know. If you see an army of them -" Jas continued the thought, "My troubles will be over soon. Stronger than a chimpanzee, more ferocious than a wolverine. Bloody minded. The issue of a yeti and a sasquatch. Bred by the fey for war, also as menial labor." "Morgana has been teaching you. But this fey is a sastrog-yeti hybrid." "Sastrog?" "Winter man." "Didn't know the lessons were important," Jas said. Master Hoose nodded. "There are few unimportant lessons." Jas said, "Iron does extra damage." "Less and less true as the years wear on. The genes for that trait are being culled out. An iron-resistant red-cap is less bloody minded, less ferocious." "How do you tell the difference?" "If it didn't die, stab it again." He pulled aside the loincloth, revealing a massive member. "The new breed has smaller tackle." Jas felt the glyphs pulse. Other parts of his anatomy pulsed with it. Her anatomy. He took a deep breath. "Is that the large or small version?" "Small." That confirmed what Jas suspected. "Okay, in the games they often rape their victims to death." Master Hoose looked perplexed. "There is a game for that?" Jas nodded. "PASsport. When we weren't jousting or shooting rings at an SCA moot, Morgana had us play PASsport. Or Stones and Scepters." "Morgana continues to surprise me. Yes. If you survive the rapes, don't expect an uneventful life. Red caps will breed you until your bones fail." "Lovely. Are they common here?" "There's one in the woods, an escapee from a biolab in Fairview. He is surprisingly well-behaved. I think he has a circuit - human women he terrorizes and then rapes." "How do I avoid him?" "A lesson for another day. Today we see what the necklace and the glyph will allow." "I think I need to open a rip. Send my people home." "Your people?" "Why am I in this body, by the way? Why me?" "You were available. Morgana is not suitable." "What is the princess doing with my body?" "Putting it at great risk. Breeching impregnable fortresses. Breaking demons. Making many, many enemies." Jas felt doom cover him like a blanket. "The champion is raiding, burning, pillaging, and raping his way across the underbelly of the Red Nations." "Raping." "Is a war weapon." "A war crime." "By your standards. He is taking insane chances. His reign of terror will be short." "Buying time for the queen." "Settling old grudges. The last time the princess went into estrus, her betrothed held her in that state for eight months before letting her catch." "Catch." "Letting her become pregnant." Jas looked skeptical. "That's not how it works." "Are you now the expert on fey biology?" "Estrus is unpleasant experience?" "On the contrary, quite pleasant. Mind-numbing. When the blue marks appear, sex becomes an addictive experience. It took her thirty years to climb out of that addiction." "Am I in estrus?" Master Hoose shook his head. "No blood sign yet. We're delaying it as long as we can. But what your Red Court captors started, your own biology will finish." "Is she coming back, to reclaim this body?" "If she survives intact." "What happens if she does not?" "You become a brothel slave. Neither court will accept a foreign mind in a royal body. Now, the night is burning. Let's see what you can learn." Jas learned a few simple spells. Light, fire, some minor healing. Glamour, but he was restricted in what he could do with that. Make-up and body mods. He couldn't hide the glyphs, nor the collar. Likewise, fire was limited to lighting candles, incense, or a safe cook fire. It was almost like it had been child-proofed. Jas could light a cook-fire on a stone but could not light oil-soaked rags under a canoe in the boathouse. Likewise, he could light a candle but could not light his own hair. He also could not transfer a physical fire from a candle to any unsafe target. Speaking spells was like speaking to a secretary with coded commands. He understood the language in the same way that he understood other fey languages. "Does this body have a language chip?" "Something similar." Gestures? Just another language. Similar, in concept to American Sign Language. The specs coached him. He could search through a surprising range of spells, although the limiter prevented searches of advanced spells and most overtly violent ones. Casting, however, proved tricky. He could lighten his footsteps if commanded, but couldn't use the talent without command. Likewise, he could cast a silence spell on himself, but only if commanded. Jas learned how to use washerwoman spells, how to repair clothing with magic and how to cook at cold camp. He learned how to coax eggs from birds and fruit from plants. There was also a limit on how much mana Jas could channel. Master Hoose likened it to putting a throttle choke on a Formula One racecar to make it perform like an e-bike. Master Hoose told him, "There's a whole array of sex and pain spells your limiter will allow. The sex spells have no limiter." "Pass." "Another night." "Why would you teach me spells for sex?" "Knowing how these spells work, or simply knowing that these spells exist should make it easier to endure if you have them used on you. Also, knowledge in one field can sometime lead to insights in another. The Reds allowed you full use of your abilities to limited purpose. Arrogant of them. It could be their undoing." "Or I could trick-fuck myself and become the perfect brothel whore, paraded around whenever some sick fuck wants leverage. This reminds me of a cursed item in PASsport. Tempting. The only safe course is to ignore it." After the practical lessons, which Master Hoose called Script Kiddie spells, the house spirit started in on basic programming and code in this language. It involved a lot of math. "Wish I had access to my notes from college," Jas said. "What's your tel-ID, lass?" Jas told him. "It's bio-locked." "I have all your bio," Master Hoose said. "There. I transferred everything to your specs. There's a fair amount of porn in there, lass." "That's not porn, that's the game I was telling you about." Master Hoose shuddered. "You should be getting back. The rips are starting to open. I'll be shutting the doors soon." "Are you staying here?" "I am already there. Please don't let out that I can be two places at once. I can't be certain but I don't think our guests know who or what I am." Jas ate two slices of pizza with bananas and extra tentacles. Also peanuts, capers, pineapple, sili peppers, and pepperoni. Then he retired to his bunk, set into a cubby in the wall. The hospital bed had shifted into the wall. The autodoc nested in the slot above Jas's bunk. Jas reviewed the notes he had taken on magical programming. With sixteen years of schooling, taking notes was reflexive now. Perhaps he could get a job as an insurance adjuster. Because all-hail the computer science graduate with mid-level certificates in Q+/-. Jas imported a secretary from the Freeware available at Girls College. He used it to compare the notes he'd saved on magic with his notes on college-level math. He got a number of hits in Probability, Statistics, Linear Algebra, and Reimann Zeta Function. A few hits in random other subjects. Analytic geometry, Music Theory, Harmony. Tons of references that involved sine functions. Magic involved circles? Well, duh. Any whiskey mystic could tell him that. When his eyes blurred from study, Jas logged on to PASsport. He checked if any of his missing friends were on-line, or had been on-line. Only Morgana. Looks like she'd left messages here as well. Jas echoed them. Jas logged off and then logged back on as a guest. He read the EULA carefully, asking for clear-language explanations in detail. He couldn't find anything that seemed offensive to a fey. But, to be sure, he passed the EULA to Master Hoose for review. *She signed similar documents to log onto social sites.* Jas sent back a thank-you. Then he established an account for Yara Kusanac. He paged through avatars randomly until he found one that seemed least offensive. This was a Level 0 Jack named Reflet. She could use magic and most weapons but had no special bonuses for anything. Low-level Jacks died easily. They weren't popular because they were only useful as cannon fodder. Or exploring Bad Ends in fine detail. A high- level Jack, however, was one of a few characters suited for solo- adventuring on high-level quests. Reflet sent Jas's avatar a friend request. Jas logged off as Yara and then logged back on as Jas. In that way, Reflet joined Morgana's Hero's Guild. The inevitable pop-up ad appeared. Jas read it and considered the work for a moment. He would need money soon. It didn't seem a good idea to mooch off the princess, using money from her bank cards. Also, Bandersnatch offered a free tingle suit and upkeep with every work contract. This body wasn't wired. His old one was. He looked at the contract again. Obligations. Jas shuddered. It was probably bad enough that he'd signed that EULA for her. At least he only obligated her for the free trial. Thirty days. As Jas reviewed the work contract that Bandersnatch Games offered, he discovered why Melissa and Sheena had not signed on to play for pay. Jas chose a map he knew well. He spent an hour leveling Reflet up. Reflet gained experience slowly when playing in AV mode instead of AVS. But she did level up. Jas was pleased that Reflet hadn't lost a battle or been cursed even once but was now a Zombie-Killer Level 2. Jas now had enough virtual loot to pay for decent armor or weapons. And maybe even rent a flat someplace. Jas logged off and rose from bed to use the toilet. On the way back to bed, he looked outside. Peaceful. Foggy. He saw the cat prowling outside. It was stalking something. Inside the cabin, everyone except Jas seemed asleep, even Tree Nose. He listened to her snore. Jas smiled. He laid in bed and called up the list of spells that the Red magic would allow him to review. He used the bozal to call up Pain Spells. He could deaden pain or enhance it. In himself or others. Many variations. Massage, touch, voice ... cooking. He could change the nature of pain to pleasure. Or change a specific sense to pain. Cold, heat, touch, music, even hearing specific languages. Why would anyone want to do that? Jas paged through to the Sex Spells. Oh, my. Literally thousands of spells listed, including some fairly advanced spells. Something here for everyone, and a few things here that no sentient being should ever try. Identity. He could change his identity, the person he thought of himself as. Added text, in the language that Jas was starting to call Green, explained that this spell was 'useful for role-play.' There were spells that could change his sexuality. Some of these spells were written in the language that Jas now associated with the Red court. There was a wide variety of choices here, shades of meaning parsing sexuality in ways that Jas had never considered. Jas had to look up the definitions of many of the terms here. Like the fabled two-hundred words for snow in Esquimaux, fey society had hundreds of words for sexual orientation. These people seriously needed another hobby. There were hundreds of spells for sex, maybe thousands. Ways to enhance the act, to prolong it, to trigger orgasm on demand, or to ruin it. Why would anyone want to ruin sex? Healing spells. 'Some sexual side-effects noted.' In this section, Jas found a spell, written in Red, called Old Leather Pussy. He laughed. He also found spells of summoning. A few of them were blurred out. Text appeared, in English, explaining that Master Hoose had installed a nanny program of his own. *Subvocalizing the names of the creatures listed below can result in giving them access to your location or body. Access will be granted after you learn to disable subvocal conversation, including involuntary mirroring and modeling.* Jas wondered about summoning spells. Could he open a rip and send people out with a summoning spell? He sent that question to Master Hoose. *Technically possible. Will require some advanced programming. Alternately, you can bargain with a monster for favors. The ones on this list demand sex.* Jas tapped his specs. He laid on his side, back to the wall. He watched the room for a while.