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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[fridgeninja]

That is surprising, and very interesting, and he's tempted to investigate - also a trifle flattered and overwhelmed - but at the back of his mind, he's conscious that there are boundaries, and he's already very much in the fuzzy undefined area between acceptable and problematic.

He kisses them each more actively now, hands moving up to cup one cheek, then the other, and after one long kiss with each, slides a finger up in front of his lips as a silent interjection

[cupidand]

They step back.

[fridgeninja]

"Much more and I'll have a hard time explaining this to my girlfriends," he manages as he revovers his breath and straightens his glasses. "Maybe... some other time?"

[cupidand]

They condense back to one woman. She slides her hand down his cheek. "All right," she says. "I'll see you after my first match," she promises, with a disarming smile. "Either for celebration--or consolation."

[fridgeninja]

"I'll be looking forward to our next meeting," he says, with perfect honesty. "Give my regards to MALBOLGE, and SOL and LUNE as well, if you speak to them."

I FIGURED THIS WAS A GOOD TIME TO WRAP UP THE THREAD

[cupidand]

"I shall," she promises. Then she darts forward to give him one last light kiss upon the cheek. "I'll be waiting."

And then, without further ado, he's back in liminal space.