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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.]

Comments

[conflictoftwinterest]

Oh! Medren. Hello.

[mindinthegittern]

Hello! Nice... to see you...

[conflictoftwinterest]

Is it? I mean, of course, lovely to see you as well...

[mindinthegittern]

[laughs a little and goes to clap him on the shoulder]

You know, it actually is? At least, it's not under dire circumstances this go-round, and how else am I going to get a chance to know you.

[conflictoftwinterest]

[sort of startled, even taken aback, then almost shy] Ah. Well, are you sure? I thought it might be less stress on you if you just... didn't know before... he came back.

[mindinthegittern]

That's far too considerate. Don't hide. It really is good to see you.

[conflictoftwinterest]

...It's good to see you as well. [ducks head, smiling a little]

[mindinthegittern]

...are you hungry?

[conflictoftwinterest]

Absolutely. Always.

[mindinthegittern]

[laughs]

Let's go get a bite.

[conflictoftwinterest]

Please. I'd offer to pay, though I think I have to break into your Stef's wallet.

[mindinthegittern]

My treat, then.

[conflictoftwinterest]

If you're sure? I don't want to be any trouble...

[mindinthegittern]

Of course I'm sure. Let's see, is there anything you're craving in particular?

[conflictoftwinterest]

Well, ah. What do you like?

[mindinthegittern]

I asked first!

[conflictoftwinterest]

Well, the problem is that I've never met a food I don't like.

[mindinthegittern]

[laughs]

Pocket pies it is, then. Let's go up to the market.

[conflictoftwinterest]

[enthusiastic] Sounds fantastic!

[mindinthegittern]

They've got some seriously peculiar flavours up there, I warn you.

[walking~]

[conflictoftwinterest]

Such as?

[ambles along with]

[mindinthegittern]

They've got one called ham and pineapple that's pretty good.

[conflictoftwinterest]

An apple from a pine tree?

[mindinthegittern]

That's what you'd think, right? But it's nothing like an apple and it doesn't grow on any kind of tree.

[conflictoftwinterest]

...Then why's it called that?