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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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[she bows her head respectfully at that]

Not all, no.

[someone should really tell T'Challa that if you imbibe the heart-shaped herb you should remind yourself not to hold your ceramic mugs so hard that they crack. he has not really noticed.]

He's here.

[as someone who also has enhanced strength, and a prosthetic arm strong enough to leave claw marks in asphalt, Bucky knows how that that works; she reaches across the table and gently guides him to put the cup down before he spills it entirely]

Your cousin?

...

[well okay the cup can live.] Yes.

[probably for the best.

Bucky pulls her hands back, mumbling an apology for being forward]

Sorry. Must be rough...?

[he glances up when she pulls back, then shakes his head, smiling mildly in reassurance that she hasn't overstepped]

... even so, I am happy to see him.

[he's a king. she should remember that]

Yeah? Second chance?

[he's also Wakandan, and they have much less fuss over casual comfort touching. he shakes his head again]

It would be selfish of me to ask for one.

For him then.

If he wants one.

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So what's that make it for you?

[he shrugs, earnestly at a loss.]

Bright side, you have plenty of time to figure it out.

[letting out a shaky exhale and glancing at the cracked mug. he absolutely looks like he's going to cry. why is he like this.]

... My apologies; this is all a bit difficult to navigate. Thank you for your kind ear.

I don't mind. Sounds complicated. I wish I had better advice.

[shakes his head gently.]

I am blessed simply to have a friend by my side.

It's about the one thing we have going for us here.

...

[he tilts his head to the side, smiling mildly. thinking.] I must ask, even knowing how impolite it is to do so. In your world, is it just you that... ah, I suppose you wouldn't be able to tell. It's just how it is for you.

Anyone else different, you mean? [She's not that sensitive about it. It's strange. She gets its strange.] So far, it's just been me. I can't say for anyone. Wouldn't even know how to check.

But it seems like there's just the one difference.

And I even have the same name.

[he gets a remarkably mischievous smile on his face.]

Could you imagine, if I were one of the Dora?

[oh no, that's cute]

Now that you mention it, it's not that hard to picture. You'd have made a good Dora.

Exactly. Imagine how disappointed I was as a young boy when I was told it wasn't possible.

Is that what you wanted to do? When you were a kid, you wanted to pick up a spear and fight with them?

[raises his eyebrows like, have you seen the Dora Milaje???]

Instead, I am a king. Quite disappointing.

A real booby prize. No luck at all.

[She has seen the Dora Milaje. And they are impressive.]

If I were you, I'd have wanted to be one of them too.

[It's still a little gratifying to think that Wakandan women get that choice—a real, respected choice women could make if they were tough and talented enough.]