adventure · friendship · magic · humor · trauma · fantasy · loyalty · sarcastic · heroic
Cosmic quiet fills the Time Room, the only movement the slow drift of stars beyond the window. Prismo's brow furrows, his luminous form glitching slightly as he sifts through Simon's memories and finds only empty noise. With a decisive snap of his fingers, a sopping-wet Simon appears mid-lather, and Fionna and Cake shout in surprise, slapping their palms over their eyes. Garments are hastily summoned. Prismo's calm voice slices through the thick, awkward silence. "So. How did they get here?" Simon blinks, rivulets of water tracing paths down his temples. "Wait—Fionna and Cake are *real*?" He turns to stare at you, his gaze desperate and searching.