Take Initiative.

[trustharder]

It seems things have been resolved - peacefully, if more than a little awkwardly for most parties involved. However, there's still work to do here, isn't there? Ryuunosuke shrugs after a long moment; tips his head up a bit. "Hey, Glory? Let everyone up." And apparently that's all it takes, though what that actually does isn't something that happens all at once - rather, panels slide out from the wall, forming a staircase up to that balcony they've been standing on. Mettaton doesn't really wait for the others to join them; he just leaves back through that section of wall they entered from, calling something back over his shoulder. "We've got another room to work from back here, darlings, this shouldn't take too long to work out." >Follow?

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[trustharder]

HELLO, BRUCE BANNER.
IT IS NICE TO MEET YOU TOO!

[amygdalae]

[Somehow the exclamation mark more than anything is what gets out a laugh from him, short and sharp but still amused.

God, its not the first time he's had to deal with sentient AI but--Glory is at least much more palatable than Ultron.]

Yeah, it is. [A smile.] I've got a couple of questions I need answers for, if you wouldn't mind answering them.

[trustharder]

I DON'T MIND ANSWERING. IF I CAN, OF COURSE.

[amygdalae]

[Right... let's see how much this will work.]

We were told that there were many other places where... 'games' like this were being hosted. Would you have any kind of listing of those places?f

[trustharder]

I KNOW OF SEVERAL OTHER SITES, YES.

[amygdalae]

[Oh. That's a good start.]

Would it be possible to tell us, or is that outside of your allowed parameters?

[trustharder]

SINCE EVERYONE IS THE KING NOW, I CAN TELL YOU.

[...glory, what.]

[amygdalae]

[...Okay 1) since when were they all the King and 2) why is this even a thing.

...........but he's not going to complain.]

That'd be great, just let me--

[He tries but okay, nope, moving is still not going to happen for a while.]

--I'll take them down later.

[trustharder]

[That...Gabriel. That was unwittingly Gabriel.]

WE CAN DO THAT WHENEVER YOU WANT.
I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE, AFTER ALL.

[amygdalae]

[Thank you, Gabriel.

And also, speaking of that...]

Are you unable to disconnect from this place? Or would it be plausible to move you into something more... portable?

[trustharder]

THERE'S TECHNOLOGY THAT CAN CONTACT ME REGARDLESS OF WHERE YOU ARE, IF I'M NEEDED FOR SOMETHING.
MY FRIEND USED TO USE IT ALL THE TIME. I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM HER IN A WHILE, THOUGH.

[amygdalae]

[Well, that would be incredibly useful... better than just leaving Glory and the portal alone here, anyway. Can't be sure who might attempt something like this again.]

I guess this is a stretch, but is there a way to pinpoint their locations? A signal, or something like that?

[trustharder]

THE TECHNOLOGY IS IN THE BUILDING SOMEWHERE. IT SHOULDN'T BE TOO HARD TO FIND, AND IT'S PORTABLE.

[So! That's convenient.]

[amygdalae]

[Incredibly convenient. Thank you, Glory.]

We'll find it later, then.

[Alright, at least something can be managed from there, which is good. It sets some worries at ease.]

...one more question. Just exactly what kind of world in this place we're in?

[What kind of world would there be people wanting to watch these goddamned murdergames?]

[trustharder]

MY FRIEND TOLD ME THAT IT'S FULL OF BAD PEOPLE.
BUT THAT PROBABLY GOES WITHOUT SAYING.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?

[amygdalae]

Is there a name for this city? And this world? We all can't exactly keep calling this 'the place where we were stuck in a virtual simulation for two months' all the time.

[Well they could, but it'd make things rather inconvenient.]