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

[fruitknife]

"Yeah, she'd definitely like Mitsuru."

[emperorsquared]

"If your Mitsuru becomes a fellow Traveler, I will advise my wife to claim her."

[fruitknife]

"We'll see, I guess." But as much as these guys seem to love freaking Inaba of all places, and as long as it's been since anyone else from Iwatodai even turned up...

...That reminds him. "Hey, uh, did... any of your buddies take a shine to Ken, while he was here?"

There's a chance he might come back, after all, and... well. Shinji's probably never not gonna feel responsible for the kid. Considering.

[emperorsquared]

There is a long pause, almost as if the Emperor is conferring with someone else. Then, "The Magician," he pronounces, with some distaste.

[fruitknife]

Shinji nods. "Not a friend?"

Like that'd stop him from keeping an eye on the kid, if it comes to that.

[emperorsquared]

"No."

[fruitknife]

"Rule-breaker, or something else?"

Rule-breaker wouldn't surprise him. Just look at Junpei.

[emperorsquared]

"Yes, but that is not only why. It is complicated."

[fruitknife]

"Yeah, well. He's not usually my biggest fan either. These things usually are complicated."

[emperorsquared]

"Indeed," the Emperor agrees with a sigh.