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Gilbert had told himself he was going to stay away from weird places and large groups of people following the monster attack on the kitchen. He'd told himself this, and he'd listened to himself for a few days. However... he was getting bored. Life was pretty boring and empty without work to distract him; there was no thrill of the unknown, no rush of straining his mind to put the pieces together and solve the puzzle of a crime. The biggest issue on hand for him, the past few days, had been what to put on his sandwich. He was pretty grateful that nothing else seemed to be going down that required epic feats of heroics, but at the same time, he was getting bored and restless.

And then he heard rumors about an unknown place being discovered in Leo Outpost. He couldn't just let that sit, could he? Well, he supposed he could, but a man could only do push-ups for so long while reading a magazine. Against his better judgment, he decided to go check out this new place, mostly because he was bored out of his skull and couldn't really resist the allure of the unknown no matter how hard he tried.

If he had work to distract himself, he would've been fine. But no. He didn't.

Leo Outpost was a little too rich for his blood in the general sense, highly decorated and ornate and really just... in your face, almost, with the luxury. He wondered, idly, how much the place would be worth if it were put in Earth terms -- he was willing to bet that Leo guy could be a multimillionaire if he wanted, broken s**t or no. It would be easy enough to say that the artifacts were handmade, too, in most places, because the things he'd picked up and polished felt just as normal as anything he might have used at home.

If he ever used a ruby-encrusted goblet at home, anyway.

Anyway, the place was nice, but he couldn't imagine living there. Entertaining there, yeah, but day-to-day living? Not so much. Then again, these Zodiac soldiers seemed to be able to go back and forth between the Surrounding and Earth easily enough, so they probably had regular apartments and regular jobs and the like back home.

That was almost too weird for him to consider.

He passed by musty painting, giving them cursory glances but not really lingering, hands in his pockets, elbows cocked lazily. He was in no real hurry to make it through what was becoming readily apparent as a maze; he kind of liked mazes, they were fun. It would be a puzzle to set his mind to, anyway, and he wouldn't even cheat by putting his right hand against the wall.

As he approached the mirrors, his brow furrowed and he slowed his walk, dress shoes tapping softly against the marble flooring. Well, that wasn't good -- there was some talk buzzing around the Outposts of bad things connected to mirrors, and he had suddenly found himself in a whole room of them. Well.. eh.

Despite what he'd seen so far, he still had a difficult time believing that actual people could come through mirrors, so he wasn't actually all that concerned. He swiped a finger through the dust on one, leaving a streak, and wrinkled his nose at it.

Man, Leo, you got some bad housekeeping, he thought.

Since he'd been "invited" to the Surroundning, Sessrumnir had gone from being curious to being bored. Nothing had happened since he'd been there. Just a lot of moving mirrors and people arguing amongst each other while the civilians wondered if they were going to be stuck there forever or not. He didn't understand why it was possible to take those who were powered and mirrors back to Earth when they couldn't just tuck a couple civilians under their arms and bring them back, as well. Perhaps a lack of intelligence as well as organization? Or maybe it really wasn't possible.

Either way, Sessrumnir had somehow wandered his way into the Leo Outpost and only decided to check out a hall of paintings because he'd been told it was interesting.

It wasn't. It was boring and dull. Sure, the place was ornate and s**t, but it wasn't his taste. He could care less about old paintings and decorations. He'd seen enough art museums as a kid, he didn't need to see any more.

Of course, whether he wanted to see more or not... it wasn't an option. It seemed as though this room he'd wandered into was a lot more complicated than it seemed. He didn't mind spending some time wandering around, but if it was going to be in an art gallery, he would rather get out while he could.

"Any idea which way the exit is?" he asked a civilian he caught sight of down the hall. "Or are you interested in the art?" Probably. The guy looked as though he had nothing better to do than to stare at art and compare and contrast Monet to Manet. The guy looked older than the others wandering the Surrounding, at least, and when he realized that he had to be at least his age, he was rather surprised. "Well, old timer, stuck with a bunch of kids? How's that treating you?"

Personally, it sucked.

Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it. No, this wasn't right. Everything still looked the same.

Then again, it was a maze of mirrors. How could things look any different? They reflected things -- him, each other. It was really very annoying. Just some small change would be nice, something to let him know he was at least going in the right direction. Jumping up to look over the walls of the maze didn't seem to be helping. Was he near the middle of the maze? Near the exit? The entrance? Should he go right or left? Should he keep going straight?

Eventually, Ganymede just closed his eyes and picked a direction at random. Nothing else seemed to be helping.

It was a little disorienting, trying to figure out which way to go, but it was nothing to get frustrated about. It wasn't long before Valhalla found what seemed to be the heart of the maze, or at least a large section where there were no walls to block which way he went. He supposed he could just jump over the walls if he got stuck somewhere, or maybe even use his compass to try and figure out which way to go.

In fact, he pulled that out now, untucking it from where he'd stored it in his belt. He glanced back at the way he came and then down at the compass. Okay... so he had come from... the west? Was it really the west though? They weren't on Earth, and he was pretty sure the compass wouldn't work the same here as it did, there. Either way, the needle was pointing in one direction, so that was good. As long as it didn't start spinning he should be able to figure out which way to go.

He stepped over some of the rubble, heading for an opening in the walls opposite of where he was standing. The room was huge, but he should be able to figure out the exit soon enough.

In theory.

Gilbert was a little surprised to be addressed; he hadn't realized anyone else had come in after him. Still, when he turned, it was with an affable smile and relaxed shoulders, every bit the picture of a man who had no real concerns about where he'd found himself. The maze didn't really seem that bad so far, though that could be just because he'd only just found the beginning. More than likely, it'd get more difficult as time went on.

Striding across the room, he stopped a short distance away from the other man and gave him a quick once-over, barely noticeable as more than a cursory glance. Around his age, which was odd; he hadn't met many who weren't teenagers, and that seemed to include the senshi running around. Obviously he wasn't a civilian, given his... rather interesting get-up, as well as the fact that Gilbert didn't recognize him at all. He was pretty well used to the group that had been stranded there, and even if he couldn't put names to faces, for the most part he could recognize faces.

Offering his hand, he laughed and shook his head ruefully. "Beggars can't be choosers for company. It's not so bad, all in all."

Except for the part where that Ricky fellow had been skinny dipping and Gilbert had gotten full frontal nudity out of the deal. Not exactly his idea of a good time... when it was a man.

Jerking his thumb over his shoulder, he said, "I think it's this way. If you want, misery loves company."

Sessrumnir cocked his head to the side slightly, glancing over the man as he approached him, before taking the offered hand to shake. Yeah, the guy was about his age. It also looked as though he was pretty fit, or at least he didn't sit in front of the television all day eating s**t. That was good to know. Maybe he just had a good metabolism, though?

"Misery indeed," he said with a small grin, amused by the nonchalance of this guy. "Sessrumnir, by the way. I'm a page of Jupiter," he introduced, figuring there wasn't any real reason why he couldn't say who he was. He was there, anyway. Might as well meet some people and help them out. If it wasn't out of burning buildings, it was out of mazes.

"Mirrors, huh?" he wondered, moving to head in the direction the man was pointing, finally catching a glimpse of the walls and walls of reflective surface. "You know they're getting rid of them, right? Apparently people can walk through them." Crazy s**t, that's what it was. He really hoped that it was just an elaborate hoax a few of them were playing on everyone else.

Maybe he could come up with a rumor that he saw people rising out of graves as well. See what happened then.

Valhalla turned around when he heard his name, surprised to see anyone else in there, especially someone that he knew. "Ganymede? What are you doing in here?" he wondered, hoping the senshi hadn't been wandering around for too long. It tended to get a bit confusing after a while, but luckily he had his compass. Hopefully they'd be able to find their way out with that.

"Are you okay? Why are you limping?" he asked, eyeing Ganymede's leg as he made his way over to where he was standing. He hadn't gotten hurt somehow, had he? He wouldn't be surprised. There was a lot of debris around that they could hurt themselves on. Hopefully it wasn't anything serious, though.

"We should get out of here and head over to Virgo Outpost," he suggested, hoping they would at least find the exit soon. "You don't need me to carry you, do you?" he figured he'd offer. He would have offered to carry anyone if they were hurt, and since Ganymede was, apparently, he definitely wouldn't mind carrying him around.

It had to be mirrors, didn't it...? He'd been fine with the paintings, but now endless mirrors... "We should just break them," he mumbled under his breath, but he didn't and wouldn't act on the impulse. Something in his gut was telling him to break every mirror he saw, though...