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[selfwound]

WHAT Last chance for timefuck except not really
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 127, whenever

[So, you've been messing around with time.]

[Okay, we've actually been doing that, yeah. Quiet Mounds is still a bit unpredictable, with the seasons and the clocks a little haywire. Today, there's another little pulse of magic. Maybe some of you find yourself back to normal? Or maybe more people are suddenly the wrong age or timeline. Maybe Deadpool shows up. I don't know.]

[Last post for deage/age-up/etc event, though obviously you can continue to backthread or play at your leisure after this.]

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[divasterous]

[some anime villain motherfucker just hits the pavement near Heavenly Grounds on his hands and knees. then abruptly yanks his mask off because he's retching up what looks like blood. and then thick black ichor. and then more blood. what is in the coffee here? my goodness.]

Fuck.

[starspangledman]

[shit, shit Steve's back to normal and almost immediately rushing to his side, crouching down, pulling his hair back, trying to support him]

Vas—Vasily—

[divasterous]

[just sort of croaks]

Gross.

[starspangledman]

Easy—you're all right...?

[divasterous]

[looks up at him, blankly sort of . . . not recognizing him for a hot second. there's black patches on his skin that seem to slither and fade away after he takes a deep breath.]

[then his gaze clears, and his brows crease, and he looks horrified]

[ribblerouser]

[STARES AT HIM????]

[divasterous]

[manages to lift his head after a few minutes. there's black patches on his skin that seem to slither and fade away after he takes a deep breath]

. . .

Mikk—

[ribblerouser]

You're sick. Is there a doctor here? I can take you...

[divasterous]

. . .

No—no, I'm fine. There's nothing a doctor can do.

[rubbing the back of his hand over his mouth]

[defendless]

Oh, dear. Oh, that's unfortunate. [crouching beside him, patting him gently between the shoulderblades]

[divasterous]

H-hey, Zeno . . .

[hurk]

[defendless]

Hello. Or is it welcome back? [soothing pats, soothing pats.]

[divasterous]

Welcome back, yeah. I guess.

[rolls over away from the gunk, sprawling on his back in the dirt. that's not gonna be great on his hair and that fancy fucking outfit.]

[loveandvore]

[the scratching of talons on pavement as a creature comes closer and headtilts]

What's this? Food? --No, sickness?

[divasterous]

[SHRIEK?]

[loveandvore]

[fluff rising, he takes a step back and tilts his head the other direction. he gives a questioning "khree?" of noise]

Oh - did I say something wrong?

[coldhand]

So this happens often?

[divasterous]

Which part?

[coldhand]

I'd say the throwing up, but don't want to put too fine a point on it.

[made_up_names]

[ Well shit, that looks painful. At least this version of Vasily he recognizes. ]

Hey - hey, take it easy. We'll get you to a doctor or something.

[divasterous]

I'm—n-no. I'm fine. I'm fine.

[he sits up with a slow, deep breath]

Hi, Peter. Sorry you had to see that.

[made_up_names]

[ Peter is skeptical of that statement. ]

... What was it? Are you sick? Is normal you sick too?

[clocked_out]

[Internally flails for a moment and then mutters 'shit' and. Holds Vasily's hair back for him.]

[divasterous]

[he doesn't take much longer. he lets out a soft whine after a moment, sitting up and rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand]

Dave . . .

[clocked_out]

[Mumbling]

I don't have a lace hanky to whip out for you.