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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]

[grabs onto the side]

Good to know I hadn't misremembered you being a maniac!

[rideordie]

Is that what you remember?

[We're in the sky now]

[shortcircuits]

. . . I remember a lot of things.

[face turned away from Iskandar, hair whipping out behind him]

[rideordie]

I as well.

[shortcircuits]

[turns to look at him sidelong. he wants to have the right words to say, but nothing is coming out]

[rideordie]

I don't have any break between the memories of 'Alexander' and those of 'Iskandar'. Only our different perspectives.

[shortcircuits]

. . .

[huffs]

So if you have something to say to me, you can just say it. I'm not apologizing for anything.

[rideordie]

I wouldn't want you to apologize for anything, boy.

[at the apartment now]

[shortcircuits]

[stepping down off the chariot, bracing himself against the wall briefly]

. . . boy, huh.

[rideordie]

Hmmm. I suppose you're older than me now.

[shortcircuits]

I'd rather—not think on that, either.

[rideordie]

Well, which is it, then, Waver?

[shortcircuits]

. . .



[just heads inside and goes straight for the liquor]

[rideordie]

[goes and takes up the entire couch, watching him thoughtfully]

[shortcircuits]

[comes back with beer, nothing harder. it's a six-pack, though.]

Move over.

[rideordie]

[drops a leg down, but you're going to have to get cozy] Ale! A good idea.

[shortcircuits]

[slams down next to him, pressed to his side]

I'm full of great ideas.

[rideordie]

I've found you so.

[puts an arm around the couch and also waver]

[shortcircuits]

[fuck. keeping himself sitting bolt upright, frowning more heavily down at his beer, handing one to Iskandar]

I'd hoped so.

[lighting a cigarette as well]

[rideordie]

You're a smart man.

[pops the tab on his beer and just pours the whole thing into his maw]

[shortcircuits]

And an idiot.

[rideordie]

Of course!

[shortcircuits]

How else would I have put myself in this position?

[rideordie]

What position's that? The couch?

[shortcircuits]

[blows smoke over at him]

You know.