Actually that Abscond was awful

[Roger Smith]

Over the course of his intervening time as he floated across the blank white expanse, Adam'd mind wandered and he pondered over this and that, several random thoughts and ideas flitting about through his mind. Not the least of which was the strangeness of his recent "conversation" with the undeniably eccentric and more than a little creepy, but otherwise helpful enough, EgregiousInquisitor. The image he used was undeniably the same one he'd seen on Rhys's ridiculous action pajamas -- the symbol of a Space player -- which meant he had at least some knowledge of the craziness of SBURB. But his last comment about knowing "many" Time players bothered Adam more than a little.

Normally, there was only one player for any given Aspect in a session. Adam's experiences with his countless past attempts at his own session, all of the inherited memories and ordeals floating around unbidden in his mind, told him that. His past iterations had learned a ridiculous amount by failing their own attempts. Doomed timelines were apparently wealths of information, not even counting if you somehow died and ended up among the ghosts or whatever in the dream world or WHATEVER THE FUCK IT WAS.

How, then....could this....this person know more than one Time player? Adam had met two other Time players, personally, but there had been extraneous circumstances involved and one of them had been instrumental in helping their own session reach fruition. The other one had just tried to kill him and push them along in chaotic ways. The amount of ridiculousness and insanity that would need to occur for anyone to meet more than one or two players of a particular aspect was astronomical. And that was what unnerved Adam the most.

He gave some thought to why the mysterious inquisitor was being so helpful at all, but quickly decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. The strange questions that he put up in return for his help were just weird enough to make Adam think he really didn't want to know, anyway.

He only stopped his idle pondering when he quite literally smacked right into the gate he was headed toward, getting a face full of vines and bark. He spluttered and flailed, letting out a hearty stream of muffled curses as he brushed at his face, managing to relieve himself of his glasses and send them spinning haphazardly through the gate in the process. "This place must hate me. That is the only possible explanation. There can be no other. I will not accept it." He sighed, his expression showcasing just how disgruntled he really was, and plunged through the gate to who knows where.