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]

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.