[ Unexpectedly retaining their physical forms aside, neither of them could have conjured up the image of... whatever all this is supposed to be. It doesn't seem to be the sort of location pulled from his own memories, and if that was the case, it couldn't be anything pulled from Ryoji's memories either. ]

...yeah. Looks like we're in the same boat.

[ It's not just Ryoji. Minato, too, knows that he shouldn't be retaining his current form either. He won't question it too deeply for now. After all, life is always better with company: yet another lesson he'd learned during his year at Port Island.

And now that he's convinced Ryoji is no apparition, that he won't fade into the ether before his very own eyes, he feels comfortable enough to glance around at their surroundings. Bunkbeds, bunkbeds, and more bunkbeds, like some kind of sleepaway sports camp...?

He lifts a hand, crooking an index finger against his lips in thought. Only then does he realize, out of the corner of his eye, something unfamiliar strapped around his wrist. The track suit was familiar enough. The watch on the other hand... It's far too high tech to be something that once belonged to him. ]

"Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a 'wildcard' in our system"...?

[ ...nope. Definitely not someplace he'd know of. ]