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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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[shortcircuits]

I'LL LOOK AS SHOCKED AS I want to!!

[a shout that turns into a wheeze]

[rideordie]

Hmm, well. I suppose there's no stopping you!

[shortcircuits]

Are you—do you remember—what do you remember.

[rideordie]

All of it, I suppose! [slaps him on the back with a wink] Being young Alexander and all that.

[shortcircuits]

[stumbles forward a little]

[considers just. falling face forward onto the ground, but. doesn't. he looks like he's in pain, though]

[rideordie]

Given everything that's going on here, I wonder how permanent this is? Hmmmm, I don't like that thought very much... Well, best make the most of the time I have!

[sets off toward the mall]

[shortcircuits]

[whyyyy are you like this. I'm having a heart attack here.]

I—. . . where—

[f-follows?]

[rideordie]

Isn't it obvious? I need some clothes to fit in!

[shortcircuits]

That wasn't obvious at all.

[rideordie]

Mmmm, even though you were so stringent in the past...

[shortcircuits]

This is different!

[rideordie]

Is it different? Keep up.

[shortcircuits]

I'm trying!

[rideordie]

[reaches behind himself to snag the back of Waver's jacket and pick him up, putting him beside Iskandar. Sort of dropping him while still striding, trusting him to keep walking in pace]

[shortcircuits]

[WHY]

[he does, practically vibrating]

[rideordie]

Are you dissatisfied?

[shortcircuits]

What?

[rideordie]

Or just trying to decide how to react?

[shortcircuits]

. . .

It's—less of a conscious decision-making process.

[rideordie]

[laughs, finding a store] Hmm, what size...

[shortcircuits]

. . . over here. You want a t-shirt?

[rideordie]

Of course. Hm, and I suppose you'll say I need pants.

[shortcircuits]

[snorts]

Wear what you want.

[rideordie]

Just the shirt, then? You've gone soft, have you?

[shortcircuits]

There are situations when a man has to pick his battles carefully.