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[willbenotenderness]

[Roulette is still around, of course.

(barring a... minor gap in his presence)

He's just calmly sipping a cup of tea in one of the restaurants close to the lobby. Most of the people here are, to his knowledge, from worlds like his own. So, he thinks, let them come, so that he might see the differences between his world and the others like it. And as for those from worlds unlike his?

Well. If Tyrannus is truly lost to him, what's a (former, while he's here) prime minister to do but find a new project to occupy his time?]

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[willbenotenderness]

It's locked.

[He sits himself on the edge of the bed, watching Petrel.]

[not_vintage]

[Doesn't hurt to try the handle a few times. Well, what do you know, it's locked. Petrel looks around frantically for another means of exit.]

[willbenotenderness]

[There isn't one. Roulette will let him reach that conclusion himself, though.]

[not_vintage]

Okay, so no windows no doors. Figures.

I'm guessing you're going to torture me until I submit, then?

[willbenotenderness]

You know me so well. Good.

[not_vintage]

If I say that I'm yours forever it could save us both a lot of time.

[willbenotenderness]

Yes. Then we can simply skip to the training.

[...which is also torturing him until he submits.]

[not_vintage]

Iiiii don't need training. I'm already well-behaved and can demonstrate that anytime you like.

[He's still not going anywhere near Roulette.]

[willbenotenderness]

Go on, then. Demonstrate it.

[not_vintage]

...What do you want me to do?