Together, we Conquer

Tile Dancing

March 4

Madran had everyone gathered in the Velvet Room, and prepared for the next expedition into Marcie's cognitive realm.

"So, do we have a time limit on this?"

"Well, apparently, Marcie-san is planning to move next week."

"Next week?!"

"Well, more like 13 days."

Sheila looked around.

"And, uh, she left some rather scathing remarks about my latest photoshoot. Goodness, what have bellbottoms done to anyone?"

"Oh, the one where you dressed up like a pop star? You looked fab!"

Sheila smiled at Suga.

"Yep. However, she thinks that I'm being taken advantage of."

Madran chuckled, and noticed everyone looking at her.

"Oh, sorry."

"It's fine. It's not like that it's happened already..."

Sheila rolled her eyes at that remark, and everyone stared in silence. Madran stood up.

"Well, should we go?"

"Yeah, sure. Also, Sheila, what happened with the panel?"

"Oh, oh, right, it's on the 9th now. It was rescheduled."

"Well, that's weird. Why is that?"

"Because a majority of people have something else going on during the week of the 16th, including me."

"Didn't you have that, uh, um..."

Madran struggled to regain her derailed train of thought.

"The time I set with Nefertiti to get down my ailment aiming?"

"No, you didn't even tell us of that."

"Or, the trip I'm going on to Inaba to meet some other idols and tour the rustic, beautiful area?"

Sheila smiled.

"Yeah, that thing. When was that?"

"The 15th. You all can come, if you'd like."

"Ooh, really?"

"Won't we just be a buncha ugly ducklings?"

"Oh, Suga, you look great. You might be the shortest one of the group, but your spiky hair and green aesthetic fit you very well."

Suga smiled at this.

"Thank you!"

Sheila turned to Madran.

"And, Madran, you have the best hair out of any person who's not from Japan I've seen. I love how curly, frizzy, and poofy it is."

Madran smiled. She had put her hair up in a bun, and let a few ringlets fall loose from it.

"Yay! Compliments!"

Philemon walked to the Metaverse door.

"Shall we get going?"

"Yep! Let's head out."

The group went through the door, and entered the citadel courtyard for the first time.

"Well, we better get used to this drab crap."

"Yep. We'll be seeing this forever, I bet."

Philemon transported everyone to the latest Safe Room, and they went to go up the stairs. Madran then stopped.