Conversation Space II.

[powersthatbe]

As Thorne shared with the network, Travelers who vanish find themselves alone in a small room. But it doesn’t look quite as described last time. Paper lanterns hang in the corners, and a lemniscate of live, spicily scented blue roses traces a figure eight on the floor. A little marble plinth sits beside the looping roses, with a champagne flute balanced on it, pink, fizzy liquid quietly effervescing within. In place of the throne that was there before, each half of the loop holds a brown leather sphere - a yoga meditation-ball chair. They’re a little tricky to balance on.


The walls, floors, and ceiling are tiled, a prismatic fade from one color to another, each tile unique, just slightly different in hue than those around it, each colored line giving a sense that it belongs to a bigger pattern, but never revealing enough to allow anyone certainty about what that pattern might be. It is only a glimpse of a larger world… in this small, quiet space.

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[oraquarius]

Jotaro almost misses the cycling of color in SAGE's eyes before his whisked away once again, quickly enough that he has to wonder if it's only a trick of the light; a few moments of disorientation and a blink later he's back in Liminal Space and staring instead at the green light circling his... Cigarettes?

"Yare yare daze--" Frowning, he peers a little closer, pulling a tube from the 'pack' and turning it over, before rolling it experimentally between his fingers. It's the right size and shape, sure, but... Closer inspection (and a careful sniff) identifies it as having the right kind of smell- though he has no idea how he's supposed to get at it just yet.

But even so, there's a slight quirk to his mouth as he replaces the 'cigarette' in its box and slides the whole apparatus into his pocket, satisfied enough for the moment.