A soft knock on the door was etnough to jolt Pomni out of her confused thoughts. Despite everything she had witness up until then, she had no idea how to make heads or tails of it all. It was like she had been thrust into some sort of demented fever dream, and she was waiting to come down from the high.
Standing up, she nervously made her way over to the door of her hopefully temporary bedroom, and opened the door. "Who's- oh hi, Ragatha. What brings you here?" She greeted the ragdoll woman, who was giving off a friendly aura per usual. "Just checking up on you. Is everything alright?", she responded with a question of concern. "I-I'm not sure how I feel. This whole situation is so surreal, and I haven't been able to full wrap my head around it yet.", the brunette answered honestly. "Ah, I understand. Is it alright if I come into your room to continue our conversation. It's just wakes to talk from halfway through a doorway." "Uh-sure." "Thanks."
The red-head set foot in the room, closing the door behind her. "Ah, this is more comfortable.", she commented before continuing "I understand how you feel. When I was first brought here a year ago, I was just as confused as you." "You've been trapped here for a whole year?!", the human turned jester blurted out in shock. When she had previous heard that the other's in the fever dream-like land had been stuck there for years, she was certain it was just an exaggeration. How could anyone remain there for that long and stay sane?! "Yes, a whole year. By the time I got here, Jax, Zooble, and those guys were already there. There was also this girl named Jazzy, who almost reminds me of you.", the ragdoll woman explained. "Jazzy? Who's that?", Pomni asked out of curiosity. She hadn't seen or heard of anyone named Jazzy, and wondered what could've caused her to fade into obscurity.
"Well, Jazzy was kind of like you when I first met her- jumpy, unsure of if anything was real or not, and very paranoid. Every night I used to check on her, and she'd tell me about her newest conspiracy theory. Back then I wasn't as good as helping people adjust to the environment, as I was just new to it as she was. Apparently she appeared only a couple days before I did, which honestly makes sense.", Ragatha went on a slight ramble, almost as though she was reminiscing.
"What happened to her? Why haven't I heard about her until now?" The jester girl felt a sense of dread, as though she was already expecting something horrible to have happened to the seemingly enigmatic figure. "Well, Jazzy's only ambition here was to try to figure out what this world was supposed to be, and how or why it was made to begin with. About 2 or so months before you came along, her constant need to find an answer drove her insane, and well...she lost herself." The ragdoll woman trailed off a bit midsentence in somber, before finishing "I wish I could've done something to help her. She was just so confused and desperate." She didn't have to say anything more for the brunette to understand what she meant by the unknown person "losing herself".
"Hey, uh, don't be so hard on yourself about it. She was probably dealing with a lot at the time- you couldn't have been able to know what she was thinking 24/7.", the brunette attempted to comfort the redhead. "I know, there was a lot of things she refused to talk to me about. It's just that- if I'd know it was possible to console yourself with your own mental turmoil, I'd done anything I possibly could to stop it from happening to her. She was the first person I knew to suffer abstraction.", a couple stray tears fell from the ragdoll woman's eyes, before she abruptly composed herself. "So, I'm assuming that's why you've been so empathetic to me- to not repeat your same mistake?", the brunette guessed. "In a sense, yes. You're sort of nervous tendencies reminded me of her, almost like I was given a second chance to redeem myself from that blunder. I hope you can understand.", the redhead ragdoll sighed, confirming her assumption. "I understand just ok. In a strange place like this, we're there is no logic and nothing feeling real, I guess we only have our connections.", was the only thing the former human could respond.
For the next hour or so, the two passed the time with conversation that wasn't particularly noteworthy. From theorys about the area, to the vague bits and pieces of their past lives, no seemingly relevant conversation went untouched upon. Afterwards, they shared brief goodbyes and Ragatha left the bedroom. Ponmi was left with some questions answered, but most still up in the air. If Jazzy was an example of the unknown about of former humans trapped in the world having gone insane, how many have came and gone before her? Why don't most acknowledge the ones that have lost themselves? Was it a way to block out or forget a bad memory? The whole situation was still confusion, but at least she now had someone she was close to. Even in a fever dream land like such, relationships seemed to be the only consistent logic there. The thought was comforting, at least enough to make her not feel like she was on the verge of another nervous breakdown.