dropkicks him right into the velvet room

[pyrrhicjustice]

[The Velvet Room is now host and occupant to a Goro Akechi who is lying flat on his back. It certainly seems he arrived that way, and he shows no sign of moving yet. His school blazer seems to have been rained on, although in the blue lighting of the Velvet Room it only seems darker than usual.

Maybe once he's been encouraged to move into better lighting, it'll be noticeable that the rain was of a distinctly red nature, but that's for then, and this is now.

Oh, and there's also a blue butterfly flittering nervously at Igor, who seems sad at its presence.

Poke the (not exactly) sleeping Akechi?]

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[pyrrhicjustice]

[He's almost pointedly not looking at it himself; the memory of why he'd thrown his phone that time is still fresh in his mind, since it only happened the other day.]

Go on. [He sees you looking at her.] Although I reserve the right not to answer, even to myself.

[pancakeboy]

Don't act like you have to tell me anything. I'm not you. We just look the same, and share certain experiences. That's not to say we can't help each other, of course.

[He leans back against the wall, though, like he owns the place.]

Why did you ask me in? You look ready to die yourself. A second time, even. [Like, did he want something? Does he want company besides a butterfly? Is he just fascinated by the redundancy of the two of them?]

[pyrrhicjustice]

[As odd as it is to see himself from an outsider's point of view, they do at least agree on this much.]

I wasn't expecting your help, if that's what you're asking. I'm already better than I was.

[His physical reality no longer matching the cognition of not existing helped. He simply had to take the time to recover from the side effects, it seemed.]

It's really quite simple - I was curious. After everything you'd told me, do you really think I wouldn't be? And now we can both see that even if someone else owned the same apartment, that this is mine. [Although, there's a thought. He goes into a thinking pose, hand on chin, without realising.] I wonder if the place would reflect the state it's in now, or the state it would be in then, if I came back here after returning to the past?

[pancakeboy]

[Yeah, his mouth tugs at the corner, with a little hiss of a laugh. So they think along such similar lines, do they?] That is what I was wondering, yes. Is this as you left your apartment in November, or whenever you're supposed to return to? Or is it as you last saw it? Come to that, if you vanished, did it vanish with you?

[But it is reassuring, to see the different surroundings. Sometimes it seems like being "Goro Akechi" is a far more common curse than he thought. A constant battle where he's not coming out on top.]

Anyway, that conversation can wait. Shall we exchange numbers? [In case they want to talk again—which he's sure they will.]

[pyrrhicjustice]

It was December 24th. I'm sure the Christian theologists would have a field day with it. [If, as always, they knew and believed it... or cared enough.] And as far as I know, I was the only one vanishing. It wasn't simply the world - just me.

[Although something this other, younger self had said earlier nags at him, thinking on that - about how in another world, the same had happened to the Phantom Thieves. Had they all experienced the same, wherever they'd been?

But that's academic now. The past is as dead to him as he is to it.]

Of course. [He brings out his phone, which still has the dent in its case to match the wall over there.] Assuming this works, that is.

[pancakeboy]

[... but his eyes have widened at the mention of Christmas Eve. Of course. He should have known. His provisional deadline.

He comes over, absently tapping his phone to his counterpart's.] Looks to work. Thank you. [And he steps back, clearly perturbed.]

You know, in that story I mentioned to you, about how the Phantom Thieves vanished and came back. That was on Christmas Eve. As I heard it, they went on to defeat a certain false god.

Not relevant to your situation, I know. But interesting as a data point.