Conversation Space IV.

[powersthatbe]

The small room is painted a dark beige, with stained wood paneling on the lower half, and lush burgundy carpeting. The ceiling, however, is cracked and bowed, sagging alarmingly, occasionally shedding chips of plaster. Wrought-iron lamp-posts in the corners suspend pale, wan globes of light, and between them along the walls run rows of painted sunflowers, all turned towards the center of the room as if listening attentively. A jutting spire of granite rises from the floor on a diagonal, its flattened top sporting a cracked wineglass from which the wine (a white) slowly spatters teardrops across the plinth. And there is no chair, but a therapist’s couch, blue with gold trim, and ornate scrollwork on the legs, beside which the fluted horn of a phonograph player pipes music into the room, quiet enough to just be background ambience.

Comments

[highsteaks]

"Does reality work like picking people for Synodiporia?" Chie asks. "I mean, that it depends on when?"

[powersthatare]

He tilts his head, puzzled by the question.

[highsteaks]

"I mean, you said how people get picked changes depending on when it's played," Chie says. "And you just said that the stuff under reality changes too. I just wondered if they were connected or it's just a lot of stuff changing all at once."

[powersthatare]

"Hm. A fair question," he allows, considering. "I would say... the two changes are connected, but they are not the same. They are like dawn and dusk."

[highsteaks]

"So they look a lot like each other and are sort of the same kind of thing, but not really?"

[powersthatare]

"Precisely."

[highsteaks]

"Huh," Chie says.

[powersthatare]

"Do you have any other questions for me at this time?"