Konstantinos briefly becomes one with the universe, understanding the secrets to all things…before reality beckons him from the place of fantasy wherein any of this made sense. Konstantinos is left befuddled but his outward expression does not change substantially.
(Hmm)
(Questionable)
…
“There we go.”
The screen behind the man turns on. It reads: 10:00.
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(Back from first airplane trip)
(Humgry)
18 minutes.
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Evelyn strolls into the room, slightly annoyed that her plan, which was, by all means, reasonable, was foiled through what appeared to be targeted malevolence, whilst her desired prize went to another. She stared at the man who had been guiding them, frowning. “I have questions to ask of you.”
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“…”
“Oh?”
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“How do you know what the future holds?” She questioned. “You said that we would “like this room”, yet…” Evelyn peered at the man, her blue eyes darkened, and continued. “How would you know that, lest you have been here before, or helped in its creation? If the former was the case, why would you not already know the solution to the box puzzle? If the puzzle was new to you, why make the comment that we would enjoy this room if you could not be assured of its contents?” Well… she certainly covered her bases, at least.
He grips the podium, albeit slightly. Someone with a good eye would notice it.
“I’ve been to what’s ahead. I’ve seen it. And this… is my room. I designed it.”
(I’m sleepy but if anyone wants to talk then I’ll make an attempt)
“I’ve told you what’s ahead, you know.”
He relaxes, albeit slightly.
“You would’ve known that if you cared to read my letters.”
Ten minutes.
“What authority granted to you allowed you to create this room? If you had such authority, why are you trapped here alongside us?” She frowned. “Letters? Be not vague or ambiguous; I wish for cooperation and transparency, but if you prove incapable of either, I will not hesitate to return in like.”
“…”
He’s angry.
Konstantinos gives a slight sigh before leaning back against one of the taller chairs. Without a care in the world, he crosses his metaphorical arms and dozes off…metaphorically.
“Listen up, girl. I don’t care about your help, or your damn comments. Just sit in the damn chair and give me your money, or Shut Up.”
…
…
He regains his composure.
“You designed this room, correct?” he absentmindedly scratches his chin.
…
The man looks away from the woman
“Right. I made this.”
“The skeleton thing as well?” Konstantinos starts to smile.