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

[callmemeibe]

"You actively compete... in the sense you are working toward different goals, under different idioms. But I do not intend to forcibly put a child in harm's way."

[lunchleader]

"Well, that's good to hear. Though you don't have to worry about me; I can handle myself. I am a ToQger, after all."

[callmemeibe]

"I will worry because you are my Chosen. Your status as a ToQger is irrelevant to my decision."

[lunchleader]

"It isn't? Huh... thought it was part of it."

[callmemeibe]

"Admittedly your actions as a ToQger are notable in the selection process, but I have already selected you. That status is no longer relevant. Only your actions from here onward will ensure my victory."