"I have in fact found that since the game's intervention it is safer to assume the Powers that Be want me to fuck than otherwise."

He doesn't sound thrilled about it, frankly.

"—we don't have to if you don't want to. I mean, obviously, right, consent is important, but, just—to be clear. I don't have an angle, here, I may plausibly know more than you do about Bar but I don't particularly have any insight into these things." Other than what's obviously derivable from the fact that they're both closer to fictional than not.

"...ta, then. It's been a pretty intense few days, and I can't get physically exhausted but honestly it might be nice to just have a legitimate interaction with another person that isn't about sex or trauma."

"I'm very curious about your whole schtick—when you said 'erogame' I had been thinking, like, visual novels, not whatever seems to be going on instead—but that might be too close to trauma. I could tell you about my schtick?"

"We could start with yours, I'm not traumatized about the little bastard yet but it feels like I've been monopolizing terribly."

He was about to launch an explanation but that stops him short. "Uncountably infinite? No, wait, I actually don't buy that one, there are not uncountably infinitely many ways for extremely large bastards to be, everything beyond the countable is, like, literally just random noise. I do mean that literally, that's what the uncountability comes from, is, is—say you did not mean that the way I'm interpreting you to have said that."

"Nuh uh, hang on, I'm going to need you to elaborate on that, are you just messing with me? Is it just messing with me?" he asks Eiðemann. "Okay, I know the answer is yes but there are—uncountable infinities have implications! Which I'm not sure it is possible to ever think about because only countable infinities make sense! I should shut up."

"I have no wish to step into an argument with this much associated maths. Ask Ionya Callahan, whose deaths are aleph-Graham."

"There is actually no amount of evidence I could observe that would—wait, that's not true, Cantor's argument—" He literally throws his hands up. "Fuck it. I hope the audience was entertained by this short interlude."

"I'll take it, can't have all of my onscreened moments be perfect however much the Spirit might want that. It's exposition time.

"So I'm—actually were CYOAs invented back then—no, almost certainly not—getting ahead of myself. Again.

"I'm from a standard Earth, which is to say an Earth that doesn't natively have any kinds of supernatural elements and just follows the laws of physics. Then one day I ran across a sentient magic notebook who wanted me to be special and powerful in a feminine way. I was not very feminine back then, and arguably am still mostly not. Uh, close your eyes for a second? And I expect you don't count, Erogame, but in case you do, can you do the equivalent of closing your eyes?"

"Closing my eyes is the least effective out of a wide variety of ways that would not stop me from seeing you."

"Okay but I need a moment offscreen to do this," he says, standing up and dusting himself. "I assume Bar can trump your thing so probably if I step out the door that'll be sufficiently offscreen?"

"I—kinda figured she might have introduced herself if she wanted to participate in this conversation. ...I ought to have, too. Um, it's nice to meet you, 𓊗, I'm Peter Tarleton, Pete for short."

...just what level of meta are they even on right now. 

"That's flattering. So, uh, do you by any chance happen to have a method of making me be offscreen for the relevant purposes?"

An event occurs sufficient to change form.

Well cool. 

...he could also use this event to put clothes on. He opts not to. 

"Back to our main subject, this is what I used to look like back then."

"Admittedly not very frilly. Could see him in a dress, but it'd take some work."

He grins.

"Yeah, I made some discoveries about myself in this process. But anyway, the notebook claimed she had been sent by the Spirit of Unleashed Femininity to give me superpowers to live out the story I wanted to. And the superpowers were—often very meta. They work at the metanarrative level, a lot, in the sense that stuff doesn't necessarily always happen because of causality or because my powers are doing something in-universe; it just shakes out the way it does, because that's the story that's being told. If that makes sense."

"Not how I tend to think of them, but yeah, that kind are all over the place."

"Yeah, so, the story that's being told right now is probably related to me running into an alternate universe version of my boyfriend. Given genre conventions and the way Milliways works I would not be surprised if we ran into other yous and/or other mes."