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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

[shortcircuits]

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

[rideordie]

No, you're not the sort to fight on every front any more.

[shortcircuits]

Not unless they're battles I'm invested in.

. . .

You probably want to wear pants, though. Or at least shorts.

[rideordie]

Hmm, boxers?

[shortcircuits]

[starts grabbing XXXL cargo shorts and shoving them at Iskandar's chest]

[rideordie]

[Bursts out laughing] So that's how it is!

[shortcircuits]

Dress as they do. Isn't that your preference?

[rideordie]

Except where it comes to pants! Ahh, but it's true it's the better option.

[shortcircuits]

Pick what you want and I'll pay.

[rideordie]

From the options given? Fine, fine.

[shortcircuits]

[rolls his eyes, but waits patiently. I mean, he seems patient. probably.]

[rideordie]

[grabs a few things off the shelves and sweeps into the dressing rooms. The curtain of which hides, like, what it needs to hide]

[shortcircuits]

[goodness]

[he just leans against the wall outside]

[rideordie]

[Anyway, I guess?]

[shortcircuits]

. . .

[I was not prepared]

[rideordie]

What do you think?

[shortcircuits]

It's acceptable!

[rideordie]

Oh, high praise. I'll get it, then.

[shortcircuits]

You do that.

[rideordie]

[hands waver the tags]

[shortcircuits]

[turns quickly to go pay for those]

[rideordie]

[wanders after him, jumbo-sized hands in jumbo-sized pockets]

[shortcircuits]

[turns back to look at him afterwards, just staring at him]

Now what?

[rideordie]

Well, what do you want now?

[shortcircuits]

I knew you were going to say that.

[jabs him in the chest with a finger]