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[fruitknife]

"Oh, what the fresh fuck is this."

Next to Shinji, Koromaru whines. He has no idea either, but it doesn't smell dangerous.

Shinji sighs. "Good to know, I guess..." He maneuvers his coat around in his hands until he can reach in the pocket - okay, keys are still there, he should be able to duck back out to Liminal Space whenever he wants. Cool.

Now to figure out what the fresh fuck this is.

He ignores Igor entirely, and almost does the same to the conspiracy board until the word 'Tartarus' jumps out at him. Well, shit, that's not a good sign. Oh well. At least he knows where he stands with the Dark Hour, and he's actually way better equipped to handle it than the last time he had to.

Anyway, that gets him to stop long enough to scan the information, and then he's off to Iwatodai. Reading can only tell you so much, after all. Actually seeing what's out there is going to work a hell of a lot better.

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[fruitknife]

Shinji shrugs. "Ain't the first time. The Inaba kids in Liminal Space had a real clusterfuck goin' on."

[burnmydreadbabe]

"Liminal Space? Is that why you didn't have calendars?" He can only assume that Shinji had been in a similar in between reality space, since time didn't mean a whole lot here either.

[fruitknife]

"More or less. There were pretty regular Christmas parties, so we had something to guess from, but the worlds we got dropped into the rest of the time weren't even pretending to be on the same schedule."

Except for Questing Country and the space places it's connected to, but even then.

[burnmydreadbabe]

That actually sounded kind of interesting, but Makoto was sure that Shinji didn't really care to talk about all of it. Makoto had also already asked an awful lot of questions.