(Author’s Note: I have not played Library of Ruina, and not every Color Fixer will be here, I’m only doing the ones I know. Also, slight Gebinah ship warning, but it shouldn’t happen often)

All the Fixers were sort of doing their own thing. Vergilius was aboard Mephistopheles alongside Charon while listening to the incessant chatter of the LCB’s Sinners, Gebura, Binah and Roland were all helping Angela around the library and discussing with their coworkers, and Argalia was doing… well, whatever the Blue Reverberation does in his spare time. However, out of nowhere, they had all received a message from the Head, requesting their immediate presence at an anomalous location. Upon arrival, they were given the rest of the briefing from a note left by one of the Eyes, saying that this strange room seemed to shift to show the people inside visions of the past and future, and that they were to see what it had to show and report back.

So, they all got seated in the seats that had magically appeared, though none of them fully trusted it, with most (except Charon of course) on edge. Vergilius sat in a fancy red chair with Charon in his lap, Gebura and Binah got crimson and gold chairs next to each other, and Roland was unfortunately forced to share a sofa with Argalia. Once seated, the strange, abnormal television at the front of the room slowly turned on.

Vergilius: “How strange… to be called into a room with all these Color Fixers… as well as an Arbiter no less… perhaps you should have stayed on Mephistopheles, Charon.”

Charon: “Mmm. No. Charon wants to see the funny videos… and maybe candy.”

Gebura: “Remind me why I’m forced to share a room with not only my mortal enemy and murderer, but a low intelligence child and a washed up Grade 9 Fixer?”

Binah: “Well, that was harsh… but I suppose you have a point. Still, we don’t exactly have a choice, the Head demands it.”

Roland: “Firstly, ouch. Second, no point fighting it if we ain’t got a choice. Just, uh… can we make this quick so mister Blue Reverberation doesn’t rearrange my organs? Please and thank you.”

Argalia: “I agree with the Black Silence… for once… I do not wish to be here longer than is needed. It seems all parties are ready. We can begin now.”