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There's one in particular I'm not understanding.

Why I would need to Boruto run if I tried to visit Dimension 52? I can tell I'm missing something very obvious this time.

...What. What is he talking about. Why is he looking around at the nonsense that the Velvet Room's internet is spouting.

seekerofjustice

(Locked to devilKira)

It's been some time since Akira arrived at Dove's balcony, and Dove has taken it upon himself to make certain Akira recovers smoothly.

It's a small and quiet place. There's plenty of sunlight coming in through the balcony door and windows, and the view is actually quite nice from it. It's just nice and cozy.

But that's how it's been, no particular excitement or ventures for Dove. He's been too worried for Akira, keeping close in the event something happens. He hasn't minded a bit, enjoying the time with his dear friend, and getting things done around his apartment.

He even prepared his spare room for Akira, rushing to get the clutter out of the way so he can rest easily. In fact, Dove walks up to the door of that room right now, and gently knocks.

"...Akira? Are you awake?"

He doesn't want to disrupt Akira, but... he has a couple of things he needs to do, and it's important he gauges how Akira is feeling.

seekerofjustice

Is there something in particular about pancakes? I've been told it's an 'inside joke' of sorts, but I seem to be out of the loop. Could someone enlighten me on this?

I mean I do enjoy them, but I wouldn't go as far as to say they're my favorite food or such. I'm not even certain I have a favorite food.

It just seems so strange, as though I should know, and yet I have no idea in the slightest what this could be referring to.

Any clarification would be helpful.

seekerofjustice

Across Tokyo, a certain duo can be found doing various different things...

Dove walks alongside Jinx (His world's Ren) with a smile, turning to him with a somewhat curious look on his face. Jinx eyes him slightly from the side, not turning his head yet.

After all, it all feels so... so wrong, Dove smiling at him like that and it being entirely sincere. He had grown accustomed to and respected the Akechi he came to know before the world had changed. Even after everything that happened, he still can't believe he's gone...

...No. He can't think like that. He promised he would try to help him regain his memory. He has to try, even if he has his doubts. He wants to see the old Akechi again, and... he wants to know if he's right. If their world really can be fixed.

Soon enough, Dove speaks up, snapping Jinx out of his thoughts.

"Well, where do you have in mind for our first destination?"

Oh. Right. Where to go first. Let's see...

--

Option 1: Jinx takes Dove to the first place that comes to mind... that being Penguin Sniper over in Kichijoji. It's a simple choice of location, being they bonded a fair amount over playing pool there. Dove finds himself approaching the pool table, gently placing a hand on it as he turns to face Jinx.

"...I vaguely remember this. I switched hands after I got a break ace."

Jinx blinks at that, rubbing the back of his head a bit. So... he really does remember some things? That's... good. He thinks? Or maybe it's bad, he's not even sure anymore...

"Yeah. I noticed because we shook hands before. At the TV station."

Dove pauses, raising a finger to his chin in thought.

"...The TV Station... It was where we first met, I believe... I don't remember you there, but..."

For now the two are just standing there, taking up space. Not playing a game or anything. The air is awkward and tense.

Option 2: The aquarium is the next place to visit, as Jinx decides that visiting Jazz Jin will be later in the evening. Dove finds himself looking up at the variety of sea life with a quiet respect as Jinx begins speaking again.

"You remember anything?"

Dove shakes his head, turning to look back at Jinx.

"No, I can't say I recall anything... What happened here?"

Jinx can't help but be a little disappointed, but... well, he can't expect Dove to remember everything. If he did, then they wouldn't be here at all, most likely.

"You invited me here. Said you got tickets from a co-worker. We... ran into a friend of mine."

Dove pauses, trying to think back on it. He's trying to dig deep into his memories, through the headache that's arising.

"...I..."

The air between them is incredibly awkward as Jinx averts his eyes as Akechi tries to think.

mirrorkechi

He couldn’t find Hannei.
you’d think he’d have run into her by now considering he both found a note and was told she’d be hanging around Tokyo.

but he’s gone to every place he’s sure she’d have lingered in and found Jack shit.

It’s a bit frustrating, also knowing that Hannei is good at hiding if she doesn’t want to be found he can only conclude she’s doing something that she feels the need to hide for.
Which is fine and all but Akechi was kind of hoping to debrief with her to figure out what she’s learned so they can make a better plan of action here.
Especially considering the information he’s learned so far, even if they’re stuck here for an unknown amount of time it’d make him feel productive to at least start planing if they encounter some Phantom Thieves in their near future!
But nothing can be done right now until they do meet up.
. . .
Where the hell is he supposed to sleep anyways?!

Akechi sighs, leaning against the wall of a convenience store and watching the cognitions go about without a care in the world.
He does nothing to hide his glare directed at the empty husks busying the streets.

this place sucks.

seekerofjustice

Does anyone have any recommendations for managing illness

I'm uncertain of how it normally feels but I feel horrendous

Apologies

seekerofjustice

When Dove woke up this morning, he felt... strange. He felt sluggish, heavy, his head was pounding (Without questioning Maruki's reality, at that...?!), he felt warm, he felt cold... A lot of things that didn't really make any sense.

'How odd', he thought to himself. 'Why do I feel so... awful?'

He could have stayed in bed. He could have just rested up, and gotten back up and at 'em the next day, or whenever he started feeling better... but really, he wouldn't be Akechi if he wasn't stubborn.

So he got up, and decided to try to go about his daily routine...

--

Option 1: He decides to visit Leblanc first, trying to get a cup of coffee for the sake of waking himself up. Unfortunately for him, his stomach curls as he begins brewing the coffee... Ugh, why does it make him feel worse when he smells the coffee...?

Unfortunately, he's slow as molasses so if anyone else wants a cup, then that may be a problem...

Option 2: He's passing through the Velvet Room, looking practically like a zombie. He's pale, he's clammy, and yet he still keeps going. He opens the door from Tokyo, and as he reaches the door to Iwatodai he simply stares blankly at the doorknob. He... needs a second, he tells himself. His head's spinning a bit as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

...What's he even trying to accomplish, anyway? He's not entirely sure, he just feels terrible. It's not like it's time to go to Tartarus anyway, it's way too early in the day for that...

Option 3: He's next to the subway as the various cognitions pass him by, completely oblivious to how he feels a gust of wind could knock him over.

He can't lay off his training. He knows that. He knows that, and yet... he feels like absolute garbage. He's holding his phone in his hand, staring at it with a glazed look in his eye. Can he really fight like this? It's a horrible idea, especially when he's alone... He also knows that.

He's duty-bound to continue his training though, so he gets ready to click the Meta-Nav on his phone... This is a horrible idea.

vrdr_mods

On the morning of August 9th, everyone will receive an invitation to a special get-together on the Nav.

It reads, "In honor of a year of bonds and irreplaceable memories, you are humbly invited to celebrate amongst your community. Dress as you like, and take pride in your personal progress. We even have awards to celebrate the tremendous growth of our residents."

Those who pass through the Velvet Room today will find themselves in a wide, grand ballroom not unlike the Halloween Party. There's a grand buffet of all manner of foods, both simple and lavish, as well as a multi-tiered cake with a plastic number 1 on top, such as you see on birthday cakes.

A wall can be found with a list of awards for characters and corresponding medals and trophies for them to take, should they so choose, such as Most Improved, Kindest, or whatever suits them the most—or perhaps they've received no award at all.

Bright and obnoxious banners and decorations hang overhead that say, 'HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!'

There's a dance floor, chairs for sitting and enjoying the atmosphere, and no shortage of activities, from a ballpit full of Gorbs, Rorbs, and Hee-horbs to a number of quirky arcade games and miscellaneous activities. Pin the nose on the Igor? Whack-a-Shido? Feel free to make up your own shenanigans.

Who knows? Perhaps you'll even meet a few unexpected guests.

[OOC: Happy anniversary, everyone! To celebrate, have a cute party mingle. We'll also have a thread where guest characters can show up. This is a great way to invite friends who may wanna see if they click with the community or to throw in characters just for fun, if you so choose.]

seekerofjustice

It's midnight as Tartarus emerges in place of Gekkoukan High, and Dove watches it with a level expression. He's seen this many times now, having been with the group that visits Tartarus very, very frequently for training.

Tonight, he decided he would do a visit on his own, aiming to get some personal experience. He needs to be able to battle on his own, after all, and his Personas need some help getting experience.

As the tower finishes appearing, Dove walks inside, his footsteps practically echoing in the entrance as he does. He steps to the teleporter, trying to figure out exactly which block he should go to. He's gotten a lot stronger since he's teamed up with everyone, but he's wary of going to the highest point without anyone beside him. It would be reckless to do so.

Option 1: After some heavy consideration, he does, in fact, dare to go to the highest level block he can handle... Harabah. The colors are practically blinding, but they don't deter him as he steps forward, looking around with a careful gaze.

Option 2: He goes for something a bit weaker, aiming for Tziah. Perhaps it's not as strong as his strongest Persona, but he needs to work with his other Personas, too, right? This way he can round everyone out. It's just a matter of getting around all of these ill-placed stairs...

Option 3: You know, on second thought... he feels confident. He's been working very hard, his Personas are fairly balanced... Let's go for something a bit stronger. Let's go for Adamah. So he goes to the bright white area, and... oh no. He's got a headache out of nowhere. Why does this place feel weirdly familiar...? He's never been here, has he...?

seekerofjustice

Throughout Tokyo, you may find graffiti art scattered across various buildings. Each one is a bit shaky, as though the artist is trying to get used to it.

The nature of the art varies, but it usually depicts... honestly? It's hard to explain what it depicts. It's very nebulous, splattering, scattered colors. They each depict a bird of some sort, though it's a bit hard to tell exactly what kind of bird it is, as it's always a silhouette.

There aren't any words to them, it's just an attempt at depicting feelings, passion... It's almost sort of dream-like, in a sense, perhaps. Something distant, perhaps even from the artist themselves.

Still, an influx of sudden, unfamiliar graffiti may stand out to the people that frequent the Tokyo area.

--

Option 1: Dove's staring at the construction site at Odaiba. His expression is hard to read, especially since he has a cloth mask over his mouth and nose. He holds a spray can in his hand, and it trembles slightly. For some reason he just really doesn't like this place.

...There's still some part of him that's screaming not to do this. Not to 'deface' the buildings and express his frustrations and anger-- it is anger, he believes, in this manner. It's destructive, it's harmful, it's...

But his grip on the spray can tightens slightly, and he approaches the stadium construction site, trying to find a clear spot. It's not like the graffiti is going to last, it'll disappear after a while thanks to the nature of this place. So... perhaps it'll be fine?

So he begins to approach the blocked off construction zone, aiming to find a wall or something to leave a piece of art on. Some spiteful part of him refuses to let him do otherwise, even if he's uncertain of himself.

Option 2: He's leaving the Diet Building alone, but he passes by it, and stares at it. The cloth mask is currently off as he's trying to find a new location to paint that isn't too damaging.

His eyes narrow slightly, feeling a strange tension building up in his chest. He hates it, he doesn't want to feel like this, but... where does the anger go? How does someone rid themselves of the anger? He just feels it filling him from nowhere, and he's not sure all the broken glass and shredded newspaper in the world will put a stop to it.

He was originally angry that people were treating Yoshizawa-san so harshly, but now he just feels the anger building up, and he needs to do something. The paint can called to him on some deep level, and without even thinking he had grabbed it. Perhaps his pride should have stopped him, perhaps his reservations should have stopped him, but he just... he just found himself acting on some distant, almost missing part of himself.

...Is this really how it feels for anger to last? He hates it.

But even so, he forces himself to ignore the Diet Building. His pride won't let Izaya be right about him.

...Izaya isn't correct about him... right...?

Option 3: The third place someone may find him painting at is actually a random wall in Shinjuku. He just finds himself there, and just paints, and paints. He feels the tension from earlier leaving his body as he focuses on the art. It's strange, he's not much of an artist, but it still feels familiar... and it puts him at ease.

It's nice, just being able to lose yourself in something. The anger before is practically a bygone memory, and he's back to feeling... well, pleasant. He wants to at least finish this painting before he stops though, eager to do that much. He's not a quitter, he doesn't give up on anything. He refuses.

But he's in a much better mood now overall, and is just painting with a small smile under his cloth mask.

seekerofjustice

I hope everyone is having a pleasant day.

I'm taking the time to enjoy the scenery at Inokashira Park. It's quite lovely. Sometimes it's nice to stop, and take in your surroundings. Are you doing well?

seekerofjustice

Dove's felt a bit restless today, and as such he's decided he's going to go out and actually do something with his time instead of just staying cooped up in his apartment or pushing through Tartarus or Mementos all by his lonesome.

After all, it wouldn't do him any good to sit around and sulk, not now. He needs to stay positive, surely. He's made progress... even if it doesn't feel like much. Something feels just a bit more... normal now. He can't quite put his finger on it, either, but he feels more level. Perhaps he's just gotten used to being here in the Velvet Room.

So instead of moping about, instead of getting too stuck in his head and going in circles, he decides to spend some time out and about, and get some fresh air.

Option 1: Jazz Jin is always pleasant. The atmosphere is just exquisite, and the drinks are fine. There's a random cognition singing an oh so familiar song, perhaps influenced by his own expectations of what should be here. He quietly sips at his brightly colored beverage, looking off to the side. You know, it's a bit boring being here alone...

Option 2: He's in the area, why not check out Penguin Sniper, and play some darts? It's been a while, and he could do with some practice. The dart in his hand feels almost foreign, showing just how long it's been since he's tried it, and he can't help but feel a swell of frustration as he actually misses the bullseye by just a hair. Clearly he's gotten rusty.

Option 3: That's enough of Kichijoji. Let's skip ahead to Crossroads. Dove has a friend there, after all, and it's natural he'd want to go see how he's been doing during this period of time. It's strange though, Crossroads isn't a place he would frequent at home by any means, but he's found himself visiting more and more here, thanks to Akira. So he steps in with that newly found, confident look of his.

Option 4: And again, Dove finds himself wandering through Tokyo, this time in Shibuya. He doesn't have a particular goal in mind at this point, instead just letting himself enjoy the air instead of being stuck inside. His eyes trail towards the book store, pausing as he sees it.

Option 5: And last, but not least... good ol' Leblanc. He can't forget a visit to Leblanc. Plus some coffee will help him with having enough energy to stay awake for his nightly Tartarus visit... unfortunately he's struggling to actually make the coffee. It's apparent as he stares at the horrifying mess of a cup on the counter in front of him, face completely blank.

seekerofjustice

(TW: Dissociative episode possibly?)

It's a quiet day. That's all Dove really thinks to himself in a distant sense as he walks throughout the cognitive Tokyo. His steps lead him from one place to another, each far too fast for him to have realistically reached each place. Not that he's paying much attention anyway, he's far too distracted for it...

...Each place, each place he finds himself wondering, trying to draw out something that's too far away for him to reach.

Ren's face isn't blurry or anything to him, not anymore... but he can't grasp who he is. Anything more than his face feels too far away for him to reach. Hell, he's not even entirely sure why he's latched on so tightly to Ren. It's not as though he remembers him. It's not as though he has more than a couple tangible memories to point to.

--

An oh so familiar smile-- or rather a smirk-- appears in his mind as his eyes trail Leblanc as he steps up to it.

He finds himself sitting inside for a while, still thinking to himself all the while... The air of the cafe has become far too familiar, considering he still visits it frequently.

There's no Sojiro, Futaba, Morgana, or Wakaba here like there would be back home. Perhaps that's a good thing, part of him muses. He's not sure he'd want to face anyone back home right now anyway, given the degree of separation between him and the rest of his world now.

He doesn't drink coffee as he sits at the counter. He doesn't go upstairs. He just sits there, lost in his thoughts. Perhaps if he stares across the other side of the counter long enough, maybe he'll see Ren there. Why would he though? He doesn't know, it just feels right... He really can almost see him there, apron and all...

It's his plan to just sit there for a while, and try to get the memories to return to him... Truth be told, he could use some coffee, but he doesn't tend to make it well.

He quietly sighs.

--

Eventually he leaves Leblanc, finding his aimless mind unable to settle and focus. He continues walking, and his steps feel as though they make him travel leaps and bounds without effort. He doesn't linger on it, he's too deep into the haze of his own thoughts and his strangely distant feelings to truly notice it.

The Aquarium comes into view, and without much thought he steps in. No need for money or tickets, he can just step in without a care. He feels about as lively as the various cognitions around him, going with the flow as he stops next to one of the various tanks.

The swimming fish draw him in, grounding him slightly. He blinks, shaking his head. He needs to get a grip... He shouldn't be moping around, he should be focused and trying to solve the problem. Figure out how to awaken him.

And yet, as he thinks this to himself, he almost swears he sees Ren's reflection beside him in the tank. He tries to focus on the swimming fish, but his eyes are drawn to his side, to which there is no Ren.

So instead, he forces himself to focus on the aquarium. Perhaps it's not the most fun being there alone.

--

The aquarium keeps him longer than he expects, and he finds himself traveling elsewhere. He's getting drained, and his footsteps are growing more sluggish as he begins feeling fatigue kick in. He's been in a weird mindset all day, and he's frankly tired of walking.

He finds himself in front of the subway... and again, that strange feeling overtakes him. Like he's staring at something else. Dove nearly stepped into the subway, but instead he turns around, staring somewhat blankly at the space ahead of him.

Whispers of words echo through his head, ones he can't quite place off the top of his head, but again, he feels as though he could imagine Ren right across from him...

He outreaches a hand, and for a second, it feels familiar. He stands there for a moment, just... trying to grasp for it. For a second he almost swears he's almost there...

He probably stands out like a sore thumb, standing there.

tricksterfiend

It has been such a long time since Ren has seen this particular shade of blue.

He could never forget what it looked like, not even after years of being denied access to it. Though the Minister of the Cathedral of Shadows wears a similar shade, and he has often wondered whether Mido is related to the Velvet Room at all, the Cathedral, and its perpetual shroud of darkness, was never quite the same. He thought he'd never see it again, after everything.

No such thing as never in eternity, apparently. Though, upon further inspection, this Velvet Room is a little different from the one he's used to. Not a prison, for one.

"Awww shit brother, the hell was that?" Hell Biker appears from thin air with the sound of a revving motorcycle, "we were there one moment- then boom! I'm back in the void! Good thing I don't need no pretty boys to summon me, ey?"

Hell Biker cackles, but he does make Ren realize one thing: where is Naoki? Naoki makes use of the Cathedral of Shadows too, and it is similar enough to the Velvet Room...

A mystery to solve later. He likes to have Naoki nearby, but he's fine on his own, too. It's an annoyance at best.

In the middle of the room sits a familiar face, who belts out a familiar greeting. Ren hasn't heard it in so long. It's somewhat nostalgic, and when Igor's explanation is done, Hell Biker hums next to him, eyeing Igor.

"Well, you heard Bug-eyes McNose over there! I'm off to explore," he says, revving his engine like a maniac. "See ya!"

And, with that, Hell Biker blasts through the second door in the room, letting out a loud 'yee-haw' before he's gone, and the door repairs itself from the damage Hell Biker caused. Ren shakes his head, used to the Fiend's shenanigans, before pondering over what to do. He considers asking Igor for more information -his explanation was vague as hell- but decides that Igor has always been cryptic, and unlikely to divulge any more.

He notices the board off to the side, and figures that's as good a place to start as any. It is- informative, that's for sure, finding himself surprised by some of the information on it... but also, not really. What else did he expect? Weird, magical bullshit is just an everyday occurance, and he sighs.

Now what?

He lingers around the Velvet Room a bit longer, continuing to read the conspiracy board. Perhaps he missed something.
Tokyo feels familiar as he steps through its door, inhaling the city air that he grew to love so much. It's... almost a little overwhelming, to be here again. In a place where he had both the best year of his life... and experienced the very horrors that shattered his humanity. He tilts his head, upwards, flicks out his tongue, and closes his eyes, sensing out if the layout is the same as he remembers it... and if anyone's nearby.
Inaba was once his hometown. The fresh smell of the country is a breath of fresh air, one that Ren can't say he hasn't missed. With his new demonic senses, it is double as intense, but it's not unpleasant. Following his old (almost forgotten) memories, he wanders towards the hill overlooking the town... and it really is nearly the same as the place he remembers growing up in. It's bittersweet; an echo of a simpler, more naive time. He doesn't know if he misses it or not. Probably not.

herewardbound

Greetings, everyone. This is Phoenix. It's become real fuckin clear to me that I'm nowhere near pulling my own weight around here when fights come up, so I'm gonna throw my head at this brick wall until something sticks. The objective: Reach the top of that fucking tower in Iwatodai. Spend time working at it every night until we make it work. Seeking: Ideally, someone with Navigator capabilities, at least two other front liners. Bring food, bring drinks, bring music if you like. This is functionally part of my daily workout routine now because I am sick and tired of getting into fights and getting my fucking ass blasted across three fucking prefectures. Bringing: drugs, wild card bullshit. explosives if i can find any. by all means, bring your own shit, we'll make it the world's most violent potluck. I'm done.

willowandoak

content warnings: drug misuse, self-harm (both very mild/mentioned). (Also, Ren is going to develop a Palace in the no-longer-so-distant future so this is generally not a lighthearted post.)

So maybe Ren's had a few things going on lately. What about it? It's none of your business, and it's not a big deal. He's fine, actually. Back off.

( that last good man grace who has left me at last )

herewardbound

▶ THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT
It's been a blast, been a slice, been a Hell of a ride

The morning of March 26th dawned as many spring days in Tokyo did, sunny and cold.

What did not rise with the sun, were the figures that had, just the night before, occupied Sojiro Sakura's house.

Phoenix and Renée were both missing. Their numbers, for those who had their contact info, were still reachable- though only by text, now.

But unfortunately, the simple fact was that they had disappeared, gone home- and there was no telling when they'd return.

▶ BUT IT'S NOT GOODBYE FOREVER
Cause we're all down here together

March 27th, on the other hand, was considerably milder, and for reasons neither could fully place-

They had both awoken, nearly simultaneously, within the familiar confines of the Velvet Room. Not, as it turned out, the gently-rocking deck of a ship at sea under full sail- but one they hadn't seen for months.

A circular room, with a familiar board, and five doorways leading off.

"March... 27th. It's only been a day, here. Convenient, but also I'm getting really sick of this dream realm bullshit making time all fucky."

▶ A HAPPY DAY IN HELL
A realm so appealing, it beats anywhere

Phoenix hadn't returned empty-handed. Something in the intervening months had passed between the pair of them- and now they were more frequently seen together. Not always- but frequently enough, whether it was taking advantage of Leblanc's quiet atmosphere to pore over one of the tomes they'd managed to bring back with them, or perhaps trawling Mementos or one of the Palaces together, even taking time to explore Tartarus or the TV world.

Apart, however, they could often be found either around the Sakura residence, with Phoenix's morning run usually taking him through Inaba, or his Attendant loitering around the myriad bookshops and libraries of the realm, consuming as much literature as she possibly could.

unbreakabletie

"If that event never occurred none of this would have happened." Philemon's words, promising to create another reality was one of the last things Tatsuya experienced in his world.

That and smacking that stupid butterfly mask off right along with Philemon's smug expression. He promised not to forget Lisa or Eikichi or Jun and now...

He's standing by himself in the Velvet Room. It looks like a lounge but only Igor's there. No Nameless, or Belladonna or Demon Painter either. Great, with no Demon Painter that made half the tarot cards that Tatsuya had on him totally useless. Maybe the fact Igor was the only one of Philemon's assistants standing around was relevant somehow, to this new reality.

Assuming he was there, since his memories were also intact. There was a cork board full of poorly organized information, so maybe that was left by a Persona user here. He decides to approach that first.

"Who the hell is Goro Akechi and why does he have so many names?" Seems to be the first thing that catches Tatsuya's eye.

gorobo

'Well, that didn't make any sense. Thanks for nothing, weird old man,' is what he thinks.

"Ah, I see," is what he says, smiling at the long-nosed, bug-eyed old man sitting in the middle of the strange blue room he's found himself in, "thank you very much for your warm welcome. I appreciate your introduction."

Despite his near perfect disguise as a human, Goro's ultimately mechanical body bows politely, as if he'd gained any valuable information from this, instead of being spoken at nonsensically. What the hell is this place? The Velvet Room? Forming bonds? Concern about the place from which he came? As far as he's concerned, this is all looking like it's going to be a huge headache.

Still, his scanners indicate that this is... not quite like the Metaverse, but something like it? The strangeness of it all certainly makes more sense when he looks at it that way. It's a place outside of his normal reality, that's for certain, though when he tries to recall the memories of how exactly he ended up here, all he gets back is some glitchy static that makes his limbs twitch. Fun! Lovely! Shido-san is going to want to know about this!

He blinks away the intrusive thought, the only indication of his upset as he looks around. Internally, he sighs, already resigning himself to figuring out how this place can be useful to Shido-san. He has better things to do, technically, but apparently, it's not like he's gone in his own world, so it's not like it'll really make a difference, either. Who knows? Maybe exploring this place will prove useful, in the long run. He's not sure what kind of 'bonds' he's expected to make, if any at all, though maybe finding someone and speaking to them may prove fruitful.

... Sure. That sounds logical enough. He's not exactly eager to hand yet another boon over to Shido, but it's not like he can refuse either. He's already here, after all. Not to mention, he is curious...

Hmm... usually, he's forbidden from leaving Tokyo. These doors lead to places outside of Tokyo, but since this is Metaverse related, perhaps he can try to...?

When he does not receive an internal error (though he's not sure if he's exactly happy about that), he opens one of the doors...

... and ends up in a city, which his internal GPS immediately pings as Iwatodai. From his databases, he knows the Kirijo Group has many connections here, which immediately sets him on edge. His body, however, does not react to his internal distress, nor the vague impulse to return to the Velvet Room already, and sets out to explore.
... and finds himself in the middle of a shopping district... filled with closed shops. He gets pinged with "Yasoinaba" for a location. It's surprisingly quiet, but he finds that he doesn't mind all too much. Eager to find out what's so special about this town in particular for it to show up here, he starts walking around.
... and ultimately decides that he should familiarize himself with the Tokyo of this strange place. At first glance, it seems to be mostly normal, but the 'supernatural' feeling from before lingers. Legs moving near-automatically, he finds himself strolling towards LeBlanc.

moistpolitics

Tactica Spoilers

This was fine. Yeah, just a magic room, with a guy who's nose was horridly long. There's random doors. This couldn't be as different as the other place right? He sighed. This wasn't the first time he was thrown into somewhere else. The last thing he remembered was they were infiltrating the castle that Marie had. They were doing something, but he couldn't think too much or his head hurt.

While Igor-san talked in cryptic ways, he was good to ask questions to. He explained the doors and the bulletin board. He was also assured this was a safe place. However, after Marie's time, he wasn't so sure about that.

1) He marched up to the bulletin board. Information gather first. That was always important. This looked like it was put together by a child, he really hoped there wasn't more children here. The information was decent enough. But who's idea was it to have this many versions of the detective prince? What did he have to do with all of this? This hadn't really given him more information as much as more questions. His head was going to hurt from all this thinking he was doing. He held his head in his hand. This was horrible.

2) His next step was back home, or well... this version of it. The... people were all wrong and honestly really creepy. He sighed as he stopped in a store for some food. He really should have eaten before he went on that mission. Now, he was just hungry and he needed to organize his thoughts. It was just, he hated the fact that it was like he was talking to scripted lines. Damnit. "How did I even end up here?"