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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[battling_bard]

It all sounded good, until the mention of home. "What happens to people who don't have a home to go back to?" Gabrielle can't imagine that Durga doesn't know that she died in her own world.

[callmemeibe]

She pauses, seeming confused. "Your home still exists; you may still return. I'm afraid I do not understand your question."

[battling_bard]

Or perhaps she is.

"I know my world is still there but right before I came here, I died. Or, at least, I thought I did."

[callmemeibe]

"... usually futures are not shared. But I will share this one. You will not remain so, Gabrielle. You will return home to complete your journey."