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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[cupidand]

"Oh, okay," she says. "But you'll save a dance for me, right?"

[rustyhonesty]

"Yeah. I'll keep a look out for you."

[cupidand]

She grins. "Good! So, any other questions for me, before I send you back?"

[rustyhonesty]

"Just one." He might as well ask, since he has an opportunity. "Why are you competing? What lies at the end for the winner that's so important?"

[cupidand]

"The World," she says. "That's why it's the World Series, you know. 'Cause that's what we're playing for. Power, primacy, meaning, all that good stuff. We're here to see ourselves reflected throughout reality, as the saying goes."