[Time... they have that for now. But when the next Disturbance comes - it will, it always does, as sure as the sun rises in the morning - will she have made a decision? Probably not. She may never. But... it has to be enough to have started. To seek the answer and learn from the journey. That... has to be enough, right?

......ugh, Dreamer philosophy. She drops that train of thought, grimacing at the pool table instead. She's already got something headache-inducing in front of her. She's well behind now, and while that's not surprising it's now a hole of her own making.]

But even if you don't, if we play at the same general accuracy from here I still lose. Yeah, can't do that in the future... math and physics and now statistics, this game is mean! [She gives Junna a look that screams nerrrrrrrd loudly enough to be heard outside.] I guess it just means I need to practice, though. But this one's probably out of my hands from here.

[She sighs softly, shaking her head and letting her smile reassert itself as her attention drifts again.]

Yeah. The bottom of the elevator went to a bunch of hallways with a bunch of... I guess club rooms? Every room you found had a poster for a production outside - a movie, a play, something like that. And if you popped your head in, a pile of students dragged you in and frantically asked for your help to repair this costume, build this set piece, paint this backdrop. Every time you fixed something, two more things would need doing. Nothing was ever finished, nothing was ever ready. The show couldn't go on. And if you refused to help, well, they're Torments, and you were made to regret that decision.

[She doesn't seem to have a lot of emotions wrapped up in that statement; she only got caught up with them a few times before she learned the pattern and figured out how to sneak away.]