Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

You feel as if you've stepped through a door.

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[sees_red]

Jason moves to the edge of the cloud, frowning down at the infinite drop. He tries, repeatedly, to reach for the morphing grid, with no success. Damn. Is this a dream? Has Rita taken him someplace? He paces the edge, trying to psych himself up for a jump, but a jump into absolutely nowhere is more intimidating than a jump off a cliff. And if he is dreaming, it doesn't matter.

[callmemeibe]

"Inadvisable," a voice suddenly states from seemingly nowhere. Jason may sense a presence several respectful steps behind him, waiting.

[sees_red]

He'll turn, quickly, reflexes fast enough he still startles himself, to see who's there.

[callmemeibe]

Behind him is an angel, quietly observing him. Or at least, what looks like an angel.

"Greetings," they finally say to him.

[sees_red]

"Where am I? What's going on here?"

His stance is squared off, fight-ready. He's never been particularly religious, and this scenario says aliens to him. Someone after the Zeo Crystal.

[callmemeibe]

"You have been selected for the current round of Synodiporia. I have Chosen you to represent me moving forward. You are in my personal partition of Liminal Space. I will send you to meet your fellow Travelers shortly."

[sees_red]

"You mean... some kind of tournament? For alien-fighting superheroes?"

He's going to bunch Zordon right in the... wall.

[callmemeibe]

"Yes, a tournament. For at least one who believes he is so." They nod respectfully.

[sees_red]

"And what happens if I say I don't want to play, and sit on the bench?"

[callmemeibe]

"Inadvisable... and impossible." The answer is swift, to both parts of the question. "Unless one is to fall out of ambit, and that is beyond your control."

[sees_red]

"What's 'out of ambit' mean?"