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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[powersthatare]

There's a quiet huff of breath, and an unexpected figure trots around the side of the meditation ball - a white wolf, not quite full grown, staring solemn and clear-eyed up at him.

[oraquarius]

Unexpected is right- for a moment the surprise is plain on Jotaro's usually expressionless face, a flash of open emotion before he schools his features back into his customary frown.

"...Is this supposed to be a joke?" Because from his point of view it's not particularly funny.

[powersthatare]

The wolf thumps its tail once, then noses Jotaro's ankle again, looking up at him, calm and silent.

[oraquarius]

"Guess not." Unable to resist, Jotaro crouches, passing his cigarette from one hand to the other before stretching his dominant hand out to the wolf for its inspection. What else is he supposed to do...?

"I thought you brought us here to talk, but that's not what this is, is it? It's already decided, right?" He hasn't seen anyone on the network come back with a 'well that was close!' and so he can only assume his fate is sealed.

...Again. Good grief.

[powersthatare]

The wolf's breath huffs out quietly. It sniffs his hand when offered. Then, very deliberately, it thumps its tail, noses his hand, then thumps its tail twice more.

[oraquarius]

One thump and a nudge. One thump, a nudge, and two more thumps.

"...The uniform I'm wearing. Is it black?" His uniform is indeed very obviously black... But bear with him while he tests his theory, whoever you are.

[powersthatare]

Thump, nudge, thump thump.

[oraquarius]

Jotaro nods. Now they're getting somewhere. He takes a drag of his cigarette and ashes it before continuing, not really sure what to ask right away. He has no love for the younger D'arby, but yeah, this yes or no only bullshit is pretty damn annoying... He'll have to word things carefully here.

"Are you responsible for taking us? No-- Did you take us yourselves?" Might as well get that out of the way, he supposes.

[powersthatare]

Thump, poke.

[oraquarius]

Hmm. Well that's interesting. It could also be a lie, of course, but for now Jotaro's going to work under the assumption that the wolf is being truthful. For his own sanity, if nothing else.

"Do you know who did?"

[powersthatare]

Thump, nudge, thump thump. But also a huffed breath, and a reproachful glance.

[oraquarius]

Alright, well, the two thumps he's taking to mean 'yes', but factoring in the huff and that look... He's not entirely sure what to make of the answer as a whole.

He thinks he may have an idea, though:

"Let me guess- that means you can't say." He frowns, eyes tracing the wolf's form, and then, pointedly: "...There's probably a lot of things you can't say like that."

[powersthatare]

Two thumps, a nudge, and a thump. Then the wolf cocks its head curiously to one side, clearly implying a question.

[oraquarius]

"Dogs don't talk," he says with a sigh. "And yes or no is only gonna go so far with this crap."

And then he frowns as another idea occurs to him. It's been silent since he arrived in this room, but even:

"How about like this," he asks telepathically, unsure whether he's expecting an answer or not. Maybe this room has its own network, who knows? By his estimation the worst thing that can happen is he doesn't get a response and sits here quietly like an asshole for a few seconds, and so he figures it's worth a shot.

[powersthatare]

There's a flicker of contact for a moment - his vision will flash green, and there's a sense of falling, but in all directions at once, of being surrounded, of being compressed. It's like making telepathic contact with an earthquake. When his vision clears, however...

[sagetime]

A tired-looking man in a white vinyl suit is standing before him. Only the eyes are the same.

"I'm sorry," he says. "But telepathic contact with me is not a good idea. For either of us."

PLEASE LET ME KNOW if SAGE would have blocked Star from coming out & I'll rework this!!!

[oraquarius]

Of all the things that could have happened there, what does is definitely the strangest and most unexpected Jotaro could possibly imagine. At the flash of green Star Platinum materializes between Jotaro and the man, the very same self-preservation that'd summoned him in the first place the only shackle keeping the Stand from lashing out immediately; Jotaro's body, meanwhile, jerks and then goes rigid, his forgotten cigarette dropping from his fingers just in time to avoid a burn, and he has to shake his head a few times before he's mentally functional enough to send Star away and face his host himself.

"Jerking my mind around like that's not good idea either," he says, though it doesn't sound nearly as threatening as it might have had this been another Stand user or some mouthy punk back home. Jotaro's not above being a little petulant now and then, but he knows better than to start throwing punches when he's so far out of his league.

"Why the hell not just show up this way from the beginning?" It could have avoided the vaguely seasick feeling, for one thing...

[sagetime]

"I had very little choice in either matter," the man says. "Alone of my kindred, there are... restrictions... on the forms I can take. And my mind, if you want to call it that, is... alien... to yours."

[oraquarius]

It's an annoying answer, but Jotaro believes the guy's being truthful and so he won't hold the brain-shaking or annoying twenty questions garbage against him. He doesn't really have the energy for grudges at the moment, and the fact that this guy looks to be as worn out as Jotaro himself has felt since Cairo is working in his favor. Being straightforward is just... Easier. Most of the time, anyway.

"What about your name? That alien too?" He's gonna assume his host already knows his and so he'll be skipping the pleasantries unless it proves necessary.

[sagetime]

"SAGE. At present, I am called SAGE."

[oraquarius]

"SAGE," Jotaro repeats, looking the guy over more thoroughly, assessing, considering. "All right." There's a pause while he gathers his thoughts, and then he circles back to his first question, now that there's the chance he might get something more to work with: "What's the point of this? Us being here right now, in this room."

SAGE had said that it wasn't really his choice to appear in the form he had initially, and that someone else is responsible for bringing the Travelers in, so Jotaro figures that it's possible the whole intimate chat bullshit, setting and all, may not have been entirely up to him either.

[sagetime]

"As we set Phase Three into configuration, it benefits us all to make a concentrated attempt at... alignment. I have selected you as one of my representatives."

[oraquarius]

Jotaro hums, moving, finally, to take a seat on one of the leather balls. He might be here a while, so why not?

"Why me?" He's not just being a pain in the ass- he really wants to know. He's assuming there are stakes here, and so picking a person who has next to no idea what all of this entails seems misguided at best and completely moronic at worst. Unless of course SAGE doesn't care. But he'll get into that later.

[sagetime]

"As the second Phase closes, we communicated with one another for those who most closely aligned with our archetypes. When there was a conflict, we employed methods simulating randomness to decide which of several of us would receive a Traveler."

[oraquarius]

"And you got stuck with me," he concludes. "All right."

Random, huh? That's fine by him. Fewer expectations he didn't ask for.