The turtle wondered the SEKAI. It was dulled, the edges of his vision a darker blue compared to the palest of blues of the ground and area around him. Yes, with no connection to Japan or the SEKAI's of the groups, the Virtual SEKAI was boring and dull.
Still, he could not complain. He was here as a bridge to the world they could not see. Not a good one, mind you, he could admit he was a poor bridge. But one nonetheless. He wanted to help, but there was too much to report on at any point. Part of why he wondered why Miku wanted to talk, honestly.
Why was she calling this meeting? Did the other virtual singers know about why? He couldn't say.
But soon, Carl found himself at Miku's side, surrounded by the Virtual Singers.
“Miku.”
A stub to her leg in reassurance.
“What's up?”