Conversation Space III.

[powersthatbe]

A poured concrete floor and cinder block walls are lit by a single bare light bulb hanging overhead. Shackles dangle from brackets on every side, and the chair in the center of the room is clearly an electric chair. A tall glass sits on top of a stool made of what looks like pure gold - but the liquid inside it is almost definitely blood.

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[callmemeibe]

"Liminal spaces can grow rather boring when I'm not involved in their creation," he answers with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. "I fill the time studying your respective cultures. I've recently found human cinema to be quite interesting."

[comebewe]

"...Right," he says, before falling into an awkward silence. There are other questions that they should be asking. Other things he should be finding out.

But honestly after the revelation that Death watched not only movies, but Monty Python movies, Matthew didn't have a clue what to say.

[callmemeibe]

"Well, this has all been very lovely, but unless you have further questions or demands of me, I believe I should return you to your Traveler friends."

[comebewe]

Matthew doesn't say anything.

It'd be a lie, really, to say that he doesn't have more questions. Doesn't have more that he could ask.

But they also don't want to be stuck in here, in this place, with Death any longer.

[callmemeibe]

"Very well. I'll see you around, I'm sure. Farewell."

With a gentle dismissive wave of Mortimer's hand, Matthew suddenly finds himself out of this space and into the Media Room in Liminal Space - standing right in fromt of the simple metal chair from before.

In case his legs get tired.