This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
"Well - it worked out that he didn't set foot there even for a minute. We're okay and his alt is teaching him all kinds of stuff."
"It turned out I was okay, at least given that I didn't do any science or cast any spells or get cocky. Got my degree and my actual therapy license even."
"The thing you really need to petition the Valar about - Rúmil may go back to help, depending - is that they musn't parole Melkor. That happened in this universe, they let him out and he pretended to behave while laying the groundwork to defect and then - it was even worse than the first time -"
"Okay. We'll tell them right away. Or as soon as we can be sure that we're presenting it constructively..."
"There's Years of timing leeway as long as recent events didn't throw off the schedule somehow."
"No, they've mentioned they won't consider parole for three Ages of the world. But still, if it's important we should start laying the groundwork right away."
"...it's a little more complicated than that. I think you should call them every day; and they're going to want to visit once we can do that."