Huh.

[srvcmn]

*Wandering in from a different part of the dressingroom entirely, a man in a knee length coat with the sleeves cut short for easy access to his arm-terminal is trying to tap out coordinates on the display with a steadily deepening frown.*

Okay.. This sure as hell isn't Valhalla, so tell me where the fuck I am then, you piece of garbage.

Fuck,

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[promised1]

*strolling back from the disco to the love hotel, covered in a fine sheen of sweat from a fabulous workout*

Valhalla? Valhalla?! Oh and here I never thought I'd see someone from my own time again aside from that weird cosplay girl and from Valhalla~~ no less! *flings an arm around his shoulders and practically nuzzles him*

--I mean: he~llo, gorgeous.

[srvcmn]

Well no bloody wonder, it's not like anyone could get decent reception in *kicks the wall* ...cement? What is this anywa-

! *only surprised for a second, puts on a smooth grin and taps the virtual kid's chin. Must've landed in the Center, and maybe somewhere classified with terminals on the fritz like this.* Hey babe, mind telling me where I've landed?

[promised1]

Oh, you are cute. *glances at his arm terminal* Second Class, too - you must be fending the ladies off with a stick. Or no~~ot. *grin*

Oh. Well. They tell me this place is some kind of world-between-worlds or pocket dimension outside of time and everyone here cosplays with the most authentic school uniforms you'll ever see and some people think a demon-spirit-god-thing is keeping us here and that weird girl thinks we're here because we affect fate or something--

--But the important thing is that the disco is that way and I've been dancing by myself all night. *moves that arm on down to his waist*

[srvcmn]

*paying less attention to the important part of that than he should be*

What, really?! Ah no, that's a tragedy, pretty thing! But I'm not sure I get what you said about all that just now... why don't you show me back to your place and tell me more about it?

[pickaside]

...Another person from the future, really?

[srvcmn]

...Future? What the hell?

[pickaside]

...You're talking about the same thing as that...guy, talked about.

And you have an arm terminal...but it looks somewhat different than mine's.

Stephen again, I guess.

[srvcmn]

Wait..what?

No, I- ....*looks as if something has just dawned on him*

That Virtuals kid was right!? Oh shit, I thought he was just fucked up on posmudi dust or something.

[sidequestqueen]

It seems that isn't working... Would you like me to tell you, instead?

[srvcmn]

Oh yeah? You going to tell me something different from "alternate dimension between time and space"?

[sidequestqueen]

It's called the Blue Velvet room. Or Blue Velvet mall, now, perhaps.

[srvcmn]

...Sounds to me like you just slapped a name on it.

[dia_pixie]

Ohhh you have the same arm thingy as my master. *looks confused* can you summon demons to?

[srvcmn]

Uh.. well yeah. Not that anyone's supposed to be in on that, so you just keep your mouth shut unless you want me to bring out Parvati and squish you.

I haven't needed to use a Pixie in ages.