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[prettypurpleparlor]

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[voidster]

[He takes a seat at the terribly fancy table, finally. So, so many questions.]

Do you live here?

[What kind of person would find an inconstant room like this and move in? Or have it made and... again, move in?]

[prettypurpleparlor]

In a manner of speaking. I've been here for some time, in any case.

[She sips delicately at her tea, and indicates the tray with a wave of her hand.]

You're welcome to the pastries. Do you take cream or sugar with your tea?

[voidster]

[He'd rather keep pestering her with questions than drink some (probably undercaffeinated) tea, but... alright.]

No. Thank you.

Did you build this place?

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Well, there's no reason he can't do both.]

Built is perhaps not the correct word. But I am the reason that it is here. Or anywhere.

[Being cryptic is fun. ::::D]

[voidster]

[True, though he hasn't gotten the hang of projecting bullets that aren't femurs yet. No false hands, just his real ones in between sips of tea.]

What is?

[prettypurpleparlor]

I think, possibly... 'anchored'.

Or 'woven'.

Or 'grown'.

[voidster]

Is there a secret way back in if it locks you out?

[Seriously. How annoying it must be if your home just up and wanders off without you.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She smiles wryly.]

That is... let us say, rather the opposite of the problem I have.

[Her being able to get into the room isn't an issue. Getting out? Well, that's trickier.]

[voidster]

[She said he would be able to leave, though. Why lie about that and then give away the truth only moments later--it must not be a lie. The door vanished quickly, but all she would have to do is be standing right at the wall and move fast...]

You're trapped, I'm not?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Ah, clever.

[She claps one pair of hands together cheerfully, seeming genuinely approving that he's caught on.]

As I said, you'll be able to leave quite easily, once the door comes back- though you likely won't have much luck finding this room again, if you even remember it. I, on the other hand, cannot pass through the door.

[voidster]

[Sounds like... this person really is in trouble. Or maybe it's a puzzle she's set up for the fun of it? He's completely abandoned his tea.]

What happens when you try?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Hmm, how to put it...

[Given the vaguely incomprehensible nature of her (lack of) existence, it's a little difficult to explain.]

It isn't so much that I am trapped in this room, as that this room is the farthest into the Underground that I can go.

[voidster]

[A blink, with his one mobile eyesocket.]

What does this room lead to?

[To the surface????]

[prettypurpleparlor]

It leads to absolutely nothing at all.

[She clarifies:]

Not, I should add, in the sense of not going anywhere. I mean it leads to a place that is not anything, that is nothing itself.

[voidster]

[Definitely some kind of puzzle or game, otherwise he's sitting only feet away from... what, a hole in reality? That leads to outer space or outside the universe entirely?]

Space?

[...It doesn't really matter what the 'nothing' she's talking about is, if the goal of the game is to 'rescue' her. He's curious anyway. Hey, it's totally made him forget about his awful embarrassment.]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[She shakes her head gently.]

You're still thinking of it too much in terms of reality. Space is a place where there isn't any matter, but it still Is.

[The capitalization is audible.]

All of reality Is. This room leads to what Is-Not.

[voidster]

[That's just... silly. Because it's impossible.]

It has to be something, you came from there.

[prettypurpleparlor]

Yes... and no. I certainly did not originate there. I Was... and then I Was-Not, and never had been. I objected strongly to this state of affairs, and have made attempts to correct it, with mixed success.

[voidster]

[Nope, still silly.]

If you're not real, how are we talking?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Because of this place, and a great deal of effort. This room is a liminal space, a halfway point between reality and the Void- just far enough out from reality that an unreal being can stay within it without causing problems for herself or reality in general, but still tethered enough that it doesn't cease to exist entirely.

Neutral ground, you may call it.

[voidster]

[That might unnerve some monsters. Oddly, it doesn't bother him. There's still this strange sense of belonging... he nods at her explanation.]

But I meant there... shouldn't be a 'you' to talk to?

[prettypurpleparlor]

Inside reality, there isn't. I wasn't destroyed, because that would imply there was something to be destroyed. Instead, I was simply removed from reality- there exists no evidence that I ever was, and no memory of me can hold within the minds of those who knew me.

[voidster]

[Not destroyed, because there is nothing to destroy.]

The laws of physics have loopholes?

[A lousy joke, while he tries to wrap his Not-There brain around everything. What an evil puzzle, could anyone figure this out? (The possibility that it's not a game and that someone is really in this situation is horrible.)]

[prettypurpleparlor]

[Oh, sweetie. At least it's keeping him calm.]

One can only have law with precedent- what no court has encountered or considered, the law will not cover. Similarly, the laws of physics cover only what their writers could think to address.

[voidster]

[Calm as anyone making small talk, while he ignores his tea and keeps on thinking. Hard. He doesn't say anything for a moment.]

...Have I been in here before?