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	::<@Peel> Okay so vlad nods off holding his yellow butterfly		:<@Peel> Okay so vlad nods off holding his yellow butterfly
	:<@Peel> And then concentrates, and lo! A blue door.		:<@Peel> And then concentrates, and lo! A blue door.
	:<@Peel> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkh-ZehNibg can be heard playing through it		:<@Peel> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkh-ZehNibg can be heard playing through it

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::<@Peel> Okay so vlad nods off holding his yellow butterfly
:<@Peel> And then concentrates, and lo! A blue door.
:<@Peel> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkh-ZehNibg can be heard playing through it
:<@Peel> You seem to be in a grey mist. There's a blue tint, but maybe it's just reflecting the door.
:<@Peel> So in a dream.
:* Vlad_Sakharov knocks on the door a bit hesistantly
:<@Peel> "The Master is not to be disturbed (dream a restaurant kitchen, I'll meet you there in a few minutes)."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> " . . . . "
:* Vlad_Sakharov thinks about a restaurant kitchen
:* Vlad_Sakharov shades in the cutting boards, the stoves, the fridges
:<@Peel> Your shading is guided towards calming blues.
:<Vlad_Sakharov> Blue cups, blue plates, cool blue tiles
:<@Peel> What foodstuffs lie around seem a little esoteric. There's a jar of 'Desperation' on the shelf, and a chimaera steak hanging up in the freezer.
:* Vlad_Sakharov pokes around when it becomes clear Catherine isn't going to instantly appear. This place is weird!
:<@Peel> "We have a few minutes. He's opposed to fraternisation these days, you know. It caused some problems in the past."
:* Vlad_Sakharov jumps and spins around
:<@Peel> Catherine appears after a few minutes of poking around, slipping through the door.
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Ahhh . . . hi"
:<@Peel> "Hello. :)"
:<@Peel> "I was wondering if you would come back."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I . . of course!"
:* Vlad_Sakharov hides the butterfly behind his back
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "How are you?"
:<@Peel> "I'm fine, of course. How is the waking world treating you? I noticed some agitation in the Court of Swords."
:<@Peel> She perches on a countertop, legs crossed.
:<@Peel> "I'm always fine. Things don't change here much."
:* Vlad_Sakharov shifts uneasily "This is getting more and more . .. not frightening, but there's always more layers"
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Thank you for your gift. It definately helped me - us."
:<@Peel> *mysterious smile*
:<@Peel> "I'm sure you'll penetrate through all of them like the brave hero you are."
:<@Peel> "Shine the light of revelation on the darkness, and all that."
:* Vlad_Sakharov moodily plays with a blue-handled knife, the mention of the court of swords and all the relevations they brought putting his thoughts onto a new tangent
:<Vlad_Sakharov> (maybe it looks like a tiny sword!)
:<@Peel> "So... did anything particular bring you here?"
:<@Peel> Indeed it does! How fascinating.
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I wanted to see you again. Say thank you"
:<@Peel> She looks like she's trying to make conversation while also attempting to appear inscrutable.
:<@Peel> "You're welcome. I'm not supposed to prejudice, but I can always... bend the rules a little."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Does it . . . happen often? People like me?"
:<@Peel> "People who actualise their Persona? Or people who come to the Velvet Room?"
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Both, I guess"
:* Vlad_Sakharov realizes she missed the unspoken subtext
:<@Peel> "Not very often, no... Persona users come in spates, but people who can access the Room are rare indeed. As I said... you were irregular."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "What, ahh . . . is the room?"
:<@Peel> "The Velvet Room is a place to guide the soul to its destiny."
:<@Peel> "It has taken many forms, although this one is unusual. Appropriate to the circumstance, though."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I see . . . "
:<@Peel> "A restaurant, where all sorts can visit and take their fill, not just a vehicle to guide one to their destination."
:<@Peel> "There's a link between us now. If Igor noticed he'd get cross, but I hid it with a little makeup."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "A link?"
:<@Peel> "This is... somewhat unprecedented for me."
:<@Peel> "A bond between hea... minds."
:* Vlad_Sakharov feels his cheeks start to get slightly warm at her comment
:<@Peel> "You've noticed, haven't you? You're more powerful now than you were at the start."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I thought that was just me getting more used to this world of forms"
:<@Peel> "That helps. But the real source of human strength is others."
:<@Peel> "Humans are a communal society. They built a civilisation that spanned the world by forging links with each other."
:<@Peel> "Transcending the base matter of their bodies with intelligence, and passing that down through the ages with community."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Do you . . do you get to experience it, here?"
:<@Peel> "Your mind gives you brute power, but your allies give you permanence and strength."
:<@Peel> "Community? Not really."
:<@Peel> "It's a care of humans."
:<@Peel> "And that category does not necessarily include those of us who live behind the veil of thought."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Does that mean you're not human? Err . . . sorry. uh."
:<@Peel> "It depends how you define 'human', doesn't it?"
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I guess . . . "
:<@Peel> "I look human, I sound human, I feel human to the touch, but I am here, not in the world where you live."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "But I'm here too."
:<@Peel> "You're a guest. Or an interloper. Or an invader. The Court of Swords should have taught you that much."
:<@Peel> She hops off the worktop and leans into your personal space. "Even though we speak, we are worlds apart."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> " . . . A world thinner than a sheet of paper"
:* Vlad_Sakharov pauses for a moment.
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Would you like to see my world?"
:<@Peel> She's taken aback for a moment.
:<@Peel> "Well, I *can* cross the barrier. It's paper thin, like you said."
:<@Peel> "But Igor frowns on fraternisation these days. And why need I? I have the whole landscape of the human mind here."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Oh."
:<@Peel> You sense minute disappointment.
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I . . "
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Maybe I should ask Igor myself then"
:<@Peel> She blinks in obvious surprise before composing herself.
:* Vlad_Sakharov can' really believe he just said that either
:<@Peel> "You do come up with the most marvellous ideas."
:<@Peel> "..."
:<@Peel> "Humans, I mean."
:<@Peel> "But he's angry enough as it is, I would stay far from advocating it."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I really messed up by coming here last time, didn't I?"
:<@Peel> "I wouldn't say that. He's not really angry at you. More at circumstances, so he lashes out."
:<@Peel> "Maybe he's human after all." *smirk*
:<@Peel> "Maybe we could divert his attention though..."
:<@Peel> "...if I were to need to visit your world."
:<@Peel> "You're cute, but you can always come here."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Circumstances? He gets to sit here in his cushy restaurant acti . .. huh?"
:<@Peel> "Something went wrong for him. He always liked to watch humans play out their marvellous destiny, but that went wrong once and now he's bitter about it."
:<@Peel> "He'll get over it, I'm sure."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "There's not much to do here . . . maybe you can see the infinite vistas of human thoughts and destinies, but to me it's just a kitchen."
:<@Peel> "Well, I suppose it would be nice to sneak out. To get one over on Igor."
:<@Peel> "He can be so annoying sometimes."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Wouldn't it be nice to experience, instead of living vicariously through others?"
:<@Peel> She starts wandering around the kitchen.
:<@Peel> "I could stand to taste a material wind sometime. A little variety in this timeless existence."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Do you have anything that you can truly call your own?"
:<@Peel> "..."
:<@Peel> "What a strange question."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Because . . . I brought you something"
:<@Peel> "I, of course, I..."
:<@Peel> "I beg your pardon?"
:* Vlad_Sakharov brings the box from behind his back in its trendy little bag
:<@Peel> She takes it carefully in two hands.
:<@Peel> "How curious, this is..."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Open it"
:<@Peel> "...oh my. Well."
:<@Peel> "How sweet."
:<@Peel> She takes it out and examines it.
:<@Peel> "Gems, and silver, woven together in imitation of nature, as the butterfly itself imitates noble art with its patterns. Beauty in recursion."
:<@Peel> "This is, er, a little unprecedented. Thankyou."
:<@Peel> "Can I... see where it is from?"
:<@Peel> "Perhaps that is worth visiting in the flesh."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I'd love to take you"
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Um I have to warn you though. I sort of have my own Igor . .. "
:<@Peel> "That... would be very nice indeed." She smiles a smile and forgets to make it enigmatic.
:<@Peel> "Oh. I say."
:<@Peel> "In... what sense, exactly?"
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "My mother. Except she's the opposite. Very the opposite"
:<@Peel> "A powerful archetype. It should be fascinating to meet her."
:* Vlad_Sakharov squeaks out "Maybe"
:<@Peel> "But how should we arrange this... excursion. I must think of a way to distract Igor, or make him relent, or..."
:<@Peel> She starts pacing.
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Does he have any hobbies?"
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Other than being a cosmic observer"
:<@Peel> "Card games, mostly."
<Vlad_Sakharov> "Does he gamble?
:<@Peel> "Not often. He has little to gamble with."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "What about . . . time with his assistant?"
:<@Peel> "Are you intending to play him at cards?"
:<@Peel> "With me as the prize?"
:<@Peel> "Thats..."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I . . . that sounds awful when you put it that way"
:<@Peel> "Oh I do hope you win."
:<@Peel> "The look on his face..."
:<@Peel> "Ahem. But he is skilled. What exactly are you going to beat him at?"
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Hanafuda"
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "My mother taught me well. I hope"
:<@Peel> "He doesn't play that often, so I suppose it's a better choice than most..."
:<@Peel> "But what will you stake?"
:* Vlad_Sakharov freezes
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I . . don't know"
:<@Peel> She looks from side to side. "Oh dear. Um."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I don't know if I have anything to offer him"
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Other than my time, and I have no idea if he'd want anything from an unwelcome interloping human"
:<@Peel> "He likes... he likes things to go according to plan. He likes Personae, but I could not allow that wager. He likes... human potentiality, and their challenging the unthinkable bouyed by the strength of their friends."
:<@Peel> "All rather abstract."
:<@Peel> "He also likes his nose, but he already has one of those. Ahaha."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Does he ever"
:<@Peel> "Then maybe... er..."
:<@Peel> She scratches at her chest.
:* Vlad_Sakharov looks gloomy
:<@Peel> She reaches inside her dress and withdraws a card. Wheel of Fortune.
:<@Peel> "Maybe he will simply accept."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "But if he doesn't?"
:<@Peel> "Who but a human driven by his heart would think to challenge his inscrutable cosmic observer to a card game?"
:<Vlad_Sakharov> " . . . "
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I'll take that as complement"
:<@Peel> "I think he might. If you catch him in a good mood."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "How would I do that?"
:<@Peel> "Hmm..."
:<@Peel> "He enjoys your victories, though he pretends not to."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "Well if we win when the next big shadow comes, I'll ask him. And if we don't win . . . I guess it doesn't matter"
:<@Peel> "That is in a matter of days, so... good luck."
:<@Peel> "I... hope I see you again."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I do too."
:<Vlad_Sakharov> " . . . you're the first girl I've ever gotten a gift for"
:<@Peel> "Ium thank you."
:<@Peel> "Oh, I should go, it's been a while. He will be getting suspicious."
:<@Peel> She looks at the pendant
:<@Peel> and places it around her neck, under her dress
:<Vlad_Sakharov> "I'll see you next monday"
:<@Peel> "I'll see you."
:<@Peel> She slips out through the door she came in through.
:* Vlad_Sakharov wakes up
:<@Peel> He doesn't have a pendant anymore.
:<@Peel> He does have a plan that seems crazy even in the context of being a secret shadow-hunter though
:* Vlad_Sakharov heads downstairs to play a few hands of hanafuda against mother . . .

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