( OPEN ) PAST AND FUTURE FLOOR 🌠

[fixtures]

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: Floor [REDACTED], the Timey Wimey floor
WHEN: Early April
WHAT: Floor that takes you to the past and future... literally!!
WARNINGS: None, will update if necessary!

TIMEY WIMEY FLOOR

While there have been floors that have caused changes to characters… there’s never been one quite like this. Upon visiting Floor [REDACTED], characters will find themselves amongst hundreds and hundreds of doors. But that’s not all — look hard enough, and you might find a door that looks extra familiar to you!

It could be the door to your house, the door to your room, the door to your favorite coffee shop, the gate to a garden you used to love. But what matters is that once you walk through it, you’ll be transported somewhere else entirely…

INTO THE PAST

Walking through a door with a partner will take you to an exact copy of a place from your home. It’s not the real thing, but it’s damn close. Won’t it be nice to have a look around and reminisce?

The one thing that's different about these spaces is that they're interlinked with other spaces; where one character's copied space ends, the other half of the pair's begins, allowing characters to visit both theirs and a companion's homes in one fell swoop.

There will be no other living creatures in each “copy,” other than those that walk through with you. The space can be as large or as small as you like — and it can even be outdoors! It’s a nonsensical pocket dimension, don’t worry about it.

Characters will also find that walking through these doors may cause them to appear younger than they really are, as if they traveled back through time. It’s up to each player how this manifests — how young characters become, if they retain their memories and/or personality or revert to how they were at that age, etc — and of course, some characters may not be affected at all.

Finally, you'll notice that the door locks behind you as you enter. Engraved on the door, there's a riddle to how you can leave:

a piece of the past, you'll bring to me,
you'll find that only that can be the key

Bring the door an item from each of your pasts, and the door will unlock once more. Sadly, no souvenirs, so the items will disappear once you walk through!

INTO THE FUTURE

But that’s not all! Because each door doesn’t consistently send you to a place from your past nor transform you to your younger self. Some of them do the exact opposite.

Stepping through may cause you to appear older than you really are, which, similarly, is up to each player.

But, where do these doors lead to, if not a place from the past?

The future — specifically, what the future will look like for you if your deepest wish is granted. Characters need not have a specific wish in mind for this to manifest — it could appear as if one of their more impulsive, fleeting, nonsensical wishes were granted, too (ex: wishing the whole world was made of ice cream). On the other hand, characters who have a wish in their heart to see someone again, or to accomplish a specific goal… will see just what the future could look like.

These spaces are more dreamlike, and less structured than the replicas. Think of it as being like watercolor — shifting and impermanent. Again, both characters' wishes will be blended into one space, which players are free to interpret as they like.

Another riddle will be on the door, for your escape:

speak each other's wishes aloud to me,
and only then will you be set free

Characters will need to investigate the dreamlike space and figure out what their partner's wish is in order to be freed! You'll each have to literally say each other's wish out loud to get out. Have fun!

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[vecna]

INTO THE PAST

001:

[The very dilapidated door with a stained glass rose can lead to more than one place. If you're lucky (though perhaps the term's used lightly, in this case), it opens up to reveal the hallway of a home. The interior of this house is distinguished by warm, wooden hues, amber lighting, and the natural sunlight let in through the glass.

There's a grandfather clock resting against one wall, ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking...

There's also a young man here, tall and dirty blond and lanky, no older than thirteen. Maybe you've walked in with Henry as an adult and now you're met with this sudden change, or perhaps this is how you find him. Either way, the door closes and locks behind you both.

He turns his head to look at you, brow furrowed. There's something less reeled-in about his expressions compared to when he's an adult, as though he hasn't quite mastered how to always look so pleasantly calm. In fact, the way he fidgets with his sleeve lends him a bit of anxious nervousness to his demeanor.

Henry clears his throat and says, a little awkwardly:]

Uh, hi. Who are you? No one's home yet, so...

[Right, apparently, he didn't get to keep his memories after delving into the past.]

002:

[This time, the door leads to a more different corridor. Wherever this is, it's far less homey, much more sterile. Cold, clinical. Cameras in each corner, dimmed lights sometimes buzzing overhead.

It's hard to tell, being indoors, but there's the distinct feeling that it's the end of the day. Schedules and exercises having run their courses. Most everyone's retired for the night -- but retired where? Who knows, really.

The corridor itself possesses many smaller rooms, and when you pass one, you hear someone banging a fist once, twice, on the steel door.

Henry's voice (still young-sounding), is muffled on the other side. You can hear him, but you can't see him for now.]

Hey... can you open this door for me?

INTO THE FUTURE

[Whatever your perfect future might be, in any myriad of dreamlike forms it might take, when it shares a space with Henry's own...

It's dark. It's cold. Your idyllic future is now invaded by endless pulsating vines, slowly festering across the floors, the walls, the ceiling, anything they can grab hold of and wrap around.

The air is mottled with motes of thick dust. Light sources flicker. Cracks strain to appear across flat surfaces, throwing out eerie, red light. All in all, it's not a great time, unless your future already looked like something out of an eldritch horror scenario, in which case, I just can't help you there.

Somewhere in the shadows, there's movement. Maybe someone should pin down Henry and ask him what the fuck.

Feel free to specify if you want human Henry or squishy lichy Vecna for this prompt. I will default to human, otherwise!]

future! (surprise me re: flavor of henry)

[animated]

[ Charlie doesn't really have a wish, nothing grand and world-shaking anyway, so Henry's has fully taken over the space, which currently looks like it was once a bustling city and has now fallen to the apocalypse. ]

What the fuck?

[ The movement draws his eye, and he shifts a hand to reach into an inside pocket of his jacket. It hovers there, not removing anything for the moment. ]

Hey buddy, some answers would be great about now.

hands u a wet Henry

[vecna]

[The movement’s come from an alleyway between two large buildings, entwined with vines that clot the way forward. Though Charlie’s attention seems to make them writhe more prominently, as though knowing they’re under scrutiny, he’s met with wet, pulsating noises for a few moments more.

Pleasant!

Until finally, they slowly coil back and part. The alley is thick with slow-floating dust motes, and visibility is poor. No one steps forward just yet, but a wretchedly low and rumbling voice emits from that darkness:]

What’s there to say? This is how it all should be.

002. :)

[velluminous]

[ a dark, cold, sterile hallway. this is not a setting that Sprezzatura Vaux has whiled any time in. nor is it a setting that Sapione Vaux has whiled any time in, either, if you were wondering. and while utterly alien, there is the distinct and unmistakable feeling of unbelonging.

that she should not be here.

even her own breath seems to fall into a hush, as she at last forces herself to creep ... forward, somewhere, anywhere that isn't staying rooted in this awful place. then a banging on one of the doors! bananacat.gif

springs against the opposite wall, clawed fingers splayed as if her first instinct was to tear the flesh from whatever it is, and—

that's a young voice. locked away? ]

...

[ she doesn't answer, at first ]

001

[cuteshit]

[It was the rose on the door that had initially caught Kanji's attention, run down as it was— it still managed to stand out from the others, grabbing his attention just long enough that he gave in to curiosity and pushed through. He looks back over his shoulder as it swings shut and locks behind him, but he doesn't have time to dwell on it— his own brow is furrowed as he looks to the other young man here, one who looks about as anxious as Kanji himself often feels.]

Name's Kanji. I just— came through the door. Sorry, guess I should have knocked.

[He doesn't know where he'd expected it to lead, but definitely not someone's home, especially with how run-down it had look.]

You expectin' someone...?

past - 002

[mehrakulous]

[Okay, Kaveh hates this place immediately.

It's sort of...vague, and he doesn't really understand why his- his walk home? His walk - why it feels like this. How he ended up somewhere that just feels like lurking horrible things are waiting to get him. (This not being the Sumeru Akademiya doesn't seem to faze him, though.)

Kaveh stops cold when he hears someone talking. It's quiet, but it's nearby. The hallway's lined with doors, and he moves as quietly as he can (fortunately, Akademiya uniform shoes aren't at all loud) from door to door until he reaches one with a voice behind it.

There's a bang, then, and Kaveh jumps - and yelps, despite himself.]

Ah-! Uh. [His eyes are very wide, watching the door for any signs of anything, and he's already holding his breath - at least until youthful curiosity wins out over terror.] Is...someone. In there?

fatamoru spoilers itt

[fixtures]

( just a warning for fatamoru spoilers all the way down on this event! i will not be able to dance around them entirely on this floor, so just keep that in mind if you tag me!! 💞 and of course, you can talk to me on disco if there's any questions/concerns! )

I. into the past

a. the spoilery option

[ Opening these heavy wooden doors will take you to the one, the only, House™. It seems the doors have led to a replica of an entire mansion, and as such, you can find yourself in a lot of different areas upon entering. Perhaps you're out in the rose garden? Or in the house's massive library? The interior of the house is... well, dusty in some places, but mostly clean. Some of the windows are open, letting in fresh sunlight, while others are completely boarded up, leaving some parts of the house in utter darkness — thankfully, there seems to be plenty of candles around.

One such candle is being carried by a (strangely familiar?) young woman with jade eyes and short, raven hair — though those things will come second to the first thing you'll notice about her, which is that she lets out a loud exclamation when she sees you. ]

Ack!! [ She jumps back a little, and the flame flickers on her candle, lights dancing around her face. ] You almost gave me a heart attack...

[ Evidenced by the way she's pressing her free hand to her chest. Quickly, though, she raises it, as if in surrender. ]

Don't freak out, I'm just looking for the way out of here, like you.

[ She does remember vaguely that she came here from the hotel, and that she needs to make it back... everything else is a little hazy. ]

b. the less spoilery option. cw: mentions of blood and death

[ If you're more unlucky... upon opening those doors, you'll be in for a truly ghastly sight. While it's the very same house, there's something just.... deeply, deeply wrong with it. The very halls seem soaked in malice, as if the house itself were alive and ravenous for prey. What little light there is seems otherworldly, flickering and ghost like in appearance, and outside the windows? There is nothing, nothing at all. Endless void, as if the house is situated within eternal darkness. There is the constant hiss of rain outside, despite there not being any visible source of the noise. Mirrors seem to distort you when you look in them, and if you stare at any one place too long, you may start to imagine the wooden boards peeling with rot, staining with blood. Near the cellar, you can hear disembodied screaming, and smell the thick stench of rotting meat.

The strongest feeling while being within this house is that you are utterly, utterly alone. That there is no life within these walls, aside from you.

Maybe you're in luck, because there's a maid who entered this place with you, and just as the door has locked behind you, she smiles quietly, ]

Oh, dear....

[ Her eyes scan the space in front of you — the cold, dusty halls, the fireplace crackling away with a flame that produces no warmth. Hopefully, you weren't transferred to an age too young, because this place is the place of nightmares. ]

I do not wish to alarm you, but.. please take my hand, and do not let go.

II. into the future

[ Or maybe you're the luckiest of all, to find yourself in Giselle in a space of your idealized futures. You'll find that upon entering, her outfit changes — to something elegant and beautiful, bright in comparison to the darkness of her usual maid's uniform.

Although, strangely enough, your surroundings seem to be dominated by what your ideal wish would command... there's not any obvious signs of Giselle's wish right away, aside from her change in clothes. After seeing the riddle they've been assigned, she hums to you: ]

We're to figure out each other's wishes, then? Hehe... I wonder what yours might be.

[ said while taking in the surroundings, chuckling quietly. ]

I.a where I open my mouth wide for spoilers

[venomnom]

[The library is quaint, if dark. It's even darker once she exits after a cursory once-over of the room that yields nothing but books, and she wanders the hall on her lonesome until she senses another presence in the distance. She slows to a halt, waiting, and her eyes almost burn from the candlelight when a familiar face comes into view.

Reiju straightens with a pleasantly soft smile, more out of conditioned reflex than purposeful intention. She holds her hands at her back while her eyes, big and blue, follow the woman's movement. In an impossibly young voice that's still unmistakably hers, the child in a pink dress stamped with a zero simply asks:]

Is this the way?

ia! oops all cws, so we can put them in the subject lines as we get there

[cardsharked]

[The person who enters from the rose gardens and bumps into the wandering girl isn't completely unrecognizable as Odette, but she's certainly just a shadow of the woman who lives in the hotel: skinny, shorter, in a little rough shape. She doesn't have the same easy smile, but her blue eyes burn with the same intensity.]

Didn't mean to scare you. You've got no idea where we are either, huh? That's gonna make things tricky... This is a big place.

[Even her accent is different, a little more rustic and not as direct, though still unmistakably from the south of France.]

ib

[airdnd]

[ Hello? A seventeen-year-old Sumina Heartleaf finds herself in these deeply unsettling halls, arms already clasped around herself protectively. Did she get swept away into a Magnificent Mansion by an upperclassman as a prank? Or... take a wrong turn at school, somewhere? All she really knows is that she doesn't like this one bit.

Thankfully, she's not alone. ]

M-M-Miss? W-Where are we...?

[ Already, she is reaching for the other young woman here, though it's to gently hold onto her sleeve. ]

past, A

[vecna]

[This house is much, much bigger than his, and while a young Henry remembers that he's supposed to find the way back to somewhere, all else escapes his memory for now, like it was washed away by the tide. The amount of books in the library is staggering, and while he's curious to sneak a peek at the interior of one, he isn't quite bold enough to reach out and grab a tome off a shelf, but he does wonder...

And then a young woman startles him.

Henry nearly jumps out of his skin, turning on his heels to face her, eyes wide. He stammers a little, caught off-guard.]

Y-you- You're the one who snuck up on me.

[Who is this? She claims to be looking for a way out, though, which means she really is just as lost and confused as him.]

Where are we?

ia, all spoilers welcome

[netherese]

[Naturally, upon finding himself in this strange old house, Gale has found himself drawn to the library— it's almost a sixth sense, the way he always manages to find his way to books, and though his primary focus ought to be to find his way out, he cannot help but slow down and take the time to see what the countless shelves have to offer.

Though the library itself is rather dark, the wizard produces his own light easily enough, and is pulling a particularly delicate-looking volume from the shelf when he catches a glimpse of another light in the middle distance— a candle, rather than magic, and he turns towards it as he bids his own floating orb of light to expand and grow brighter.]

Oh—

[He squints through the dim light as the candle's bearer gasps, her hand to her chest. A familiar face, indeed.]

Giselle, is that you?

[warmaid]

[ Welcome to Watatsumi Island, a land of coral and greenery with small fishing villages throughout and a large shrine in the center. This is the place that Kokomi calls home--always has, always will.

Speaking of Kokomi... ]


I. into the past

[ A young girl can be found in the halls of the shrine, holding a large book and looking for a place where she can hide and read it uninterrupted. Should someone approach her she'll look at them with a wide-eyed expression that's one part shyness and one part being caught in the act of sneaking off.

The future Divine Priestess is supposed to be at a lesson right now. ]


II. into the future

[ In another part of the island near the shore, colors bleed together and the shapes become far less definite. There sits an elderly version of Kokomi, that same book sitting in her lap as she gazes out into the ocean. She's calm and relaxed as she does so, seemingly without a care in the world.

It's a hard-earned tranquility, of course. Her dearest wish is peace and prosperity for her people, one that she's put a lot of work into over the years. Now that her eldest daughter has ascended to the role of Divine Priestess, Kokomi herself can finally, finally allow herself to fade a bit into the background.

She lights up with a smile when she sees you, still bright and aware despite her age. ]

It's been a long time since we've met, and yet it often feels like my time in the Hotel was just yesterday.

[ Because it was. ]

Please, come have a seat. It's good to see you.

I

[staffcocked]

[As someone who doesn't often get a chance to step out to explore out other world beyond his own, Yeyasu was definitely digging the vacation vibes of this place! The shrine that he sees here wasn't all that different compared to those in Hinomoto. He was exploring all for a moment before he spots the younger Kokomi in the hallways...

Well, he's always had a soft spot for kids! He flashes her a grin before giving her a small wave.]

Hey there! I'm not gonna hurt ya... Just exploring this little shrine of yours. You live around here?

i

[cuteshit]

[Kanji knows the look of someone playing hooky, no matter how innocent they might appear.

The boy that approaches absolutely towers over her, but he offers a tentative, lopsided smile as he sinks his hands into his pockets and leans down so that he's marginally closer to eye-level with her. It only sort of works.]

You, uh, lookin' to cut class?

[He's got a lot of experience with that.]

The trick is to find someplace real out of the way.

ii

[netherese]

[Gale, too, looks older as he finds himself on the shores of Watatsumi Island, and while Kokomi has changed from the friend he has come to know and so deeply appreciate, there is still no mistaking her. He hasn't aged quite as much, the silver in his hair now more pronounced and perhaps a bit more tired around the eyes, the dark veins running down the left side of his face and the curve of his neck darker still than they were before.

He greets her with a smile all the same, crinkling about the eyes as he always does when happiest, and bends one arm before himself before he gives her a deep bow in response.]

It would be my pleasure. I'm glad for the opportunity to see your home, at last.

i !!

[mehrakulous]

[Kaveh got off the lift on the wrong floor. Once he went through a door, it was like there was no getting out again, and he resolved not to eat a single thing he came across.

Then he went through another door and now a younger man in a green uniform is walking through his library. Well. It's not his library, but it's as much his as it is any other student's, and he's looking for-

It doesn't matter that he can't remember, actually. There's someone up ahead, holding a book tight to their chest, looking a little panicked. Lost, maybe? Or not meant to be here checking out books?]

Hey...are you okay?

[staffcocked]

I. Into The Past

[Welcome to the Ewwdo Netherworld - One of the many worlds in the Hinomoto Cluster! In this day and age, the cruel invader known as Demmodore Opener hasn't taken over and the current shogun is Gachiyasu - Yeyasu's father. Now underneath Gachiyasu's rule, one could say that it's an era of stagnate peace where the shogun is beloved, the shogunate isn't corrupted and the citizens are happy. Hinomoto is moving steadily, yet there hasn't been true change to make progress and expose the flaws of the Netherworld Cluster.

As usual, the streets had various citizens either doing business at their shops or mingling with one another. And every now and then, you might see a few warriors such as the Male and Female samurai checking out the quest boards looking for business of any kind. The economy at this time was good for warriors who were seeking opportunities to use their skills for money.

But sitting on a bench all by himself happened to be a younger Yeyasu looking quite sober. Considering that was the eldest of the Edogawa family meant that he under a lot of strict training and expectations were placed upon him. His father could pass away one day which would make him the shogun next up. This didn't allow him many chances to make friends around his age.]

... Wish something interesting would happen around here one of these days. Every day is just lesson, lesson, lesson...

II. Into The Future

[And the next door will lead you into Yeyasu's future... This next Netherworld happened to be Yokohorror which happens to be much more modernized than Ewwdo. Now that Yeyasu has become shogun, he made sure to update parts of Hinomoto that were inspired from what he's read in books. However, one thing that he has not forgotten was the tradition essence that made Hinomoto, well, Hinomoto. Compared to the previous era, you'll see tour guides showing newcomers special attractions and even a handful of other races (such as humans) walking around.

Naturally, there were some naysayers that were still against his ideals of opening Hinomoto's borders to foreigners and tourism... But after the war with Opener, many people were quite understanding and accepting the fact that Hinomoto really needed to rebound after suffering great losses. Yeyasu who had a very rough start as shogun was now in the people's good graces! And he's gained more of a work ethic... In fact, he was a borderline workaholic with all of the paperwork and reading that he had to do.

But today, he was taking a break from his duties! Stepping out of the family villa, one would find an older Yeyasu (the only new thing to note was his glasses) who looked exactly the same! After all, demons aged far slower compared to humans and other races. Unlike his past self who was sadder and lonelier, this Yeyasu has a eager grin on his face.]

Okaaaay! I've got a good batch of work done today, so I'll go scope out the streets and see how the people are doing!

[airdnd]

welcome

[ Stepping through a door into the past with Sumina admits its keeper and one lucky contestant (you) just within the entrance of the Elderflower Inn, where the front desk awaits. You'll find that the innkeeper appears quite a bit younger, herself, and dressed in an ensemble that most assuredly evokes "ye olde fantasy magic secondary school," though the vibe of the uniform is less robe-y, more capelet-y.

Regardless, this adolescent Sumina seems entirely unaware of what's just happened, and thus seems incredibly confused upon arrival. ]

Helloooo? Anybody there? Strange...

[ Confidently, she strides over to the front desk, where she rings a bell, tapping her foot as she waits with hands gripping the edge of the desk for a moment or three, before she simply makes her way behind the concierge, herself, clearing her throat before finally offering in greeting: ]

Welcome, weary traveler, to the Elderflower Inn! Mm... My cousin should be taking care of you today, but I'm happy to help in the meantime. What can we do for you today?

choose your own room

( feel free to hit me with a different room in your subject line of your choosing from: tavern, den, or office!

Sumina would offer the same exact welcome spiel. )

[venomnom]

[This weary traveler is an 11-year-old child in a pink dress emblazoned with a zero.

Having gone through this once, Reiju reckons she can hazard a guess as to what's engraved on the door behind her. As before, her memories are intact, though a childish wonder bubbles in her chest at the wondrous sight of the Elderflower Inn. It's a lovely place at a glance, and the innkeeper fits right in.

She smiles up at Sumina.]

It's my first time here. Would you be able to show me around?

[unliminal]

[ This is an unusual assignment for him — in that he has absolutely no recollection of how he got here, but the essential details seem to surface in his mind as they're needed. This is the Elderflower Inn, a strange interdimensional world between worlds to host weary travelers. He's not here for a rest, though; he's here to exorcise curses.

It's unsurprising that he was given this assignment, too. He always gets these high-profile ones, the ones that require the most attention, the most firepower. There's far too many of this classification for him to do on his own, but...anyway. He's not thinking about that right now, instead strolling up to the girl behind the desk. Ah...she's pretty cute, isn't she?

With one hand in his pocket, he leans against the front desk with the other, head canting to one side. Behind his frames, his eyes shimmer with the fire of potential, of holding the world in his palm. ]

Heyyyyy, cutie. I'm checking in for a job. We got some intel that you've got some unruly curses, blah blah blah — just point me in the right directions, and I'll take care of them just for you.

[ This isn't treatment he'd give just anyone. ]

[eyescar]

[ Yuji isn't sure what he expected, but seeing the younger version of someone he recognises as something like a maternal figure - if he knew what any of that felt like in reality - wasn't topping the list. He hesitates a moment as he looks around the room, letting himself glance here and there before he rubs the back of his head.

Wow. This is kind of weird... But she did say he could come to the Inn, right?

Ah...

Stepping up, he smiles, tilting his head. ]

... I don't really know what you can do for me?

[unliminal]

into the past

[ The door that calls out to Gojo is one that appears as a traditional shoji door, and while that may be a common enough sight across Japan, something about this one just...feels familiar. And sure enough, if you walk through it with him, you'll arrive in the courtyard of Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School. It's hardly what one might expect from a high school, and yet there's no mistaking Gojo's reaction when he arrives. This is a place he knows well, with every beat of his heart.

Gojo, too, will suddenly look younger than he typically appears, by about ten years. There's a certain bright-eyed, cocksure innocence that radiates from his demeanor, as he jogs forward a few paces, hands still casually shoved into the pockets of his uniform. ]

Sooooo, you're the new student, huh? [ Leaning forward, his eyes narrowing behind the circular rims of his glasses. ] Kinda disappointing. Your cursed energy is, like...

[ He makes a farting noise with his mouth. I'm so sorry. ]

Ehhh...I guess if you can keep up with me, that's a start. C'mon.

[ He'll be your tour guide, or whatever, until he gets bored. ]

into the future (closed to sumina)

[ Unlike his previous foray into that past, choosing to look into the future is something that Satoru does deliberately, and, admittedly, with some reservations, for...obvious reasons. He's always been so sure about what his future would look like, and yet recently it's become so nebulous, constantly changing. Maybe that's a good thing — he'd hate to be predictable, after all — but at the same time...

He's not the sort to ever hesitate, but he's kinda getting cold feet. As they stand outside the door, he holds tight to Sumina's hand, giving it a squeeze that he definitely needs for himself more than she probably does.

So anyway. He's gonna focus on her potential future instead of his own, avoidant even now. ]

D'you think we'll wind up at the Elderflower for yours? 'Cause not gonna lie, I've been dying to visit. I better see a kotatsu in each room, too.

[ It was a great idea and he hasn't forgotten!!! ]

[airdnd]

[ To look into one's future is not a light undertaking for a great number of reasons even without the complexities of Gojo's fate... He can hardly be blamed for his hesitation - to which she gives a reassuring squeeze from her own hand.

But Sumina has also come to understand that such visions are usually only that - visions. To be left up to interpretation, to leave the future malleable, rather than understanding it to be set in stone... Even if she's sort of a hypocrite to think this, when she could only see one path for her future the moment she gave up on sorcery. But... well, she's started to entertain new avenues for her life, thanks to a certain someone. ]

If you're so eager to see it, then you'll just have to come along with me for a proper visit.

[ whatever these door magicks come up with surely cannot compare to walking in its storied halls in the flesh. Even her own suite, which is rather a close approximation, contains a few anachronisms here and there, and perhaps even more so now.

Regardless, her other hand grips the doorknob, but before turning it, she casts just one last glance over her shoulder at him. ]

We can think of it like... getting our fortune read. Whatever lies beyond this door can't hold as much weight as our own actions. That being said... we don't have to go in.

time for bffs i guess

[eyescar]

[ The school is painfully familiar, in a way that makes Yuji ache - not necessarily good, not necessarily bad, just... Hurt, somewhere deep inside himself, in a way that he can't deal with more than this. It's coming home, but it's not home like he knows it, and he has to dig the heel of his palm into his eyes to stop himself from crying.

He only had a few carefree weeks here before it all went wrong. He can't help but blame himself.

Hearing Gojo speak, he turns his head to glance at him before he huffs out a little laugh, crossing his arms. He's not going to say he thinks he's stronger than Gojo-sensei is at this point in his life, but he knows he's pretty strong! Does he let his cursed energy flare just a little bit? It's not as if he has Sukuna to worry about...

Shaking his head, he leans forward. ]

Do you wanna check that again, senpai?