Conversation Space I.

[powersthatbe]

The room is small, intimate. You are alone. There is no sign of a way in or out. Ping-pong balls crunch underfoot, and empty giftboxes, meticulously wrapped and ribboned, are lined up against one wall, while a humming wall of server blades are racked on the opposite wall. A high-backed, gilt chair with red velvet cushions faces an ornate, full-length mirror, and beside the chair is a mug of steaming hot chocolate on a tiny side table, steaming invitingly from beneath a layer of fifteen half-melted marshmallows.

What do you do?

Comments

[neverfeltthatway]

"I didn't know that's what it would do, and it seemed unlikely you'd let me mimic the abilities of one of the Arcana. And further unlikely that I'd get a chance to try, if I warned you about it first. Plus, I still don't really trust you." He pauses a moment, cocking his head to the side. "...Was anyone else paying attention?

"That's not my one question, if you don't want to answer - I won't be asking that today."

[rosewater_path]

"I don't really trust you, either," she echoes, then snorts, a sadly skeptical kind of sound. "You think you're like me, hot stuff? Figure it out."

Shen snaps her fingers, and just like that, he's back in Liminal Space.