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[onthetrail]

[You can smell smoke.

This is not usually a good development, so it's natural that no matter where you are in the mansion, you'd stop what you're doing and look around. Maybe glance towards the open window and catch sight of a plume of grey smoke in the distance. Glancing out of the window, you can see that there is a small -- shed? shack? At this distance it's hard to tell -- building erected on the lawn.

In front of it a small campfire is burning brightly. There's no sign of anyone tending it. Do you invest--

Sorry. Silly question! Forgot who I was talking to a moment there.

Of course you investigate.]

Comments

[onthetrail]

[Follow Conan does, if reluctantly and at some distance behind, glancing about himself everytime there is a noise from within the mansion.]

it's actually fox-gin's garden haha. :'D

[attitude_adjustment]

[They'll eventually come up to what appears to be a simple door- though it IS styled differently...] Alright, I'm pretty sure this is the place...

[He opens the door and... ...Wow who put the sky in here? Not to mention everything else. The room is obviously larger than should be possible... How interesting!] Tadaaaah~

[onthetrail]

[Okay, this is ... not a carefully climate controlled biological production sphere. Conan takes a few steps past Gin into the room, staring about himself.]

This is ...

[attitude_adjustment]

Cool eh? [As he ponders how horrible it would have been to find the hell-pit room instead.]

[onthetrail]

It's remarkable. The air ... It doesn't taste synthesized. If I didn't know better, I'd say ...

[Conan frowned.] I'd say it was real.

[attitude_adjustment]

I said it was real didn't I? [He's grinning though, heheheeee]

[onthetrail]

But it can't be. That doesn't make sense!

[attitude_adjustment]

The place brings in people from alternate dimensions and universes and you say that only now?

[onthetrail]

I still don't know what you mean by that ... But I know this shouldn't be possible.

[attitude_adjustment]

Most things here are. They follow their own, basic rules at the heart of it really though.

Think you can handle that?

[onthetrail]

What are the rules?

[attitude_adjustment]

If you can think of it...

It is probably possible for the building.

Basically, you can't do anything to yourself. You can't just sprout wings by thinking it.

But you could probably think up a room full of jetpacks and an aerial obstacle course. [...The look on Koji's face says he MAY JUST CONSIDER THIS NOW...]

[onthetrail]

But how is that a rule? It doesn't explain anything.

[attitude_adjustment]

I said basic didn't I?

Alright, try again. You can make just about anything you can envision appear behind a door.

Time doesn't pass in your home world while you're here.

However, you also can't leave... And you can't magic anything over yourself either, like an extra ten years of life or something.

...Basically we're in a glorified prison-paradise thing.

[onthetrail]

You're repeating yourself, but you're not explaining how this works or how any of this is possible.

[attitude_adjustment]

I figured you needed the repeating.

Because really, that's all there is. There's no 'how', no one can figure out 'how'.

It just 'is', annoying as I bet that is...

[onthetrail]

[Conan gave Koji a rather unimpressed look at the first comment. It wasn't his fault his companion promised info but didn't deliver.]

What's been tried so far? On figuring it out, I mean.

[attitude_adjustment]

Hnn... Good question.

It would definitely be easier if someone here was actually from the place.

[onthetrail]

No one is? [That is unexpected -- and definitely explains a lot of the mixed messages Conan is getting.]

[attitude_adjustment]

That's right.

No one.

[onthetrail]

So everyone's just guessing.

[attitude_adjustment]

Pretty much, yes.