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[help_wanted]

WHAT
WHERE
WHEN 111

[all the clocks are stuck on 1:11

every clock in every store, on every phone and computer and register

111

they also all blink in unison

it probably doesn't mean anything


also there's a new tattoo and piercings parlor in the mall called Blood and Ink

you know what you must do]

Comments

[leaveshishaton]

[1

Chuuya curiously purusing glass cases of piercings, he looks kind of pale and shitty. Like he went on a bender maybe. The whites of his left eye has gone a murky rust color]

I guess there's no reason not to...


[2

Chuuya in a sex shop, trying out various paddles and crops, smacking himself experimentally on the forearm.

He looks kind of pale and shitty. Like he went on a bender maybe. The whites of his left eye has gone a murky rust color]

Oh, that one makes a nice sound.

[cw_suicide]

[ ig #2 ]

. . . you're up.

[leaveshishaton]

Can't stay in bed forever.

[takehisheadoff]

[LET'S GO WITH PIERCINGS

... wow, you look like shit.]

Wow, you look terrible.

[says the guy who has doubled the layerings of bandages on his broken fingers. y'know. just in case. no reason.]

[leaveshishaton]

[blink blink]

Fuck you, too.

[there's no heat in it tho]

What do you think?

[tapping on the glass over a bloodred teardrop dangly earring]

[dranksforthememories]

[oh look, it's a new person. she's flagging you down!]

Hi, you. Yeah. Who's in charge around here anyway?

[beginningofwisdom]

[fiddling with some kind of fractal crystal, in addition to his normal scientist attire]

I fear you'll have difficulty answering that question.

[aahiyaaaaaa_ah]

[Turns around and LOOK WHO IT IS.
His eye goes real wide.]



Hi?!

[whiskeysour]

Hell if I know.

[coldhand]

Don't know. Might not be anyone in charge, exactly.

[mistruths]

...Oh. It’s you, now.

[asmashingsuccess]

[ OH ] Oh! Oh. Oh. Hi.

[shortcircuits]

Depends on why you're asking.

[divasterous]

Nobody! It's a lawless wasteland from which you cannot escape ♥ But there are some pretty decent coffee shops.

[selfidentitytheft]

Uh, nnnnobody? Maybe someone at the hospital, if anyone anywhere, but if you're messed up to have to go there, you're not gonna be meeting anybody.

[starspangledman]

Hey—I'm not really sure there's anyone in charge, exactly.

[ghostfromthemachine]

I'm afraid I don't have the slightest? Assuming there is anybody.

[wroughtandtempered]

No clue.

[divasterous]

[there's a kiosk in the mall with a sign that says WE REPAIR ANYTHING]

[today, there are stacks of timepieces, and a fairly annoyed-looking Vasily with his fingers stuck in the mechanical guts of two clocks, grumbling to himself. the clocks at the kiosk aren't all stuck at 1:11, but they are kind of . . . spinning madly, minute hands going backwards, analog clocks flickering]

Why this?

[starspangledman]

[Steve is here with coffee! and probably some food. he sets it down for Vasily]

How's work going?

[beginningofwisdom]

[well, isn't that interesting]

A good question, currently without an answer.

[nakedeye]

I think my phone is... broken...?

[arrives holding his phone, and trails off as he watches the clocks go mad]

[clocked_out]

[Kind of, puts a hand to his forehead briefly like 'I already have a migraine from this' but comes over anyway]

Who's 'we'?

[nakedeye]

[fiddles with the clock settings on his phone with no success]

Did I break it?

[leaveshishaton]

Of course not.