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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

[turnonmycharm]

Hmmm . . . you probably haven't told anybody about who you currently fancy, right?

[curatorrid]

I-I-I, I d-don't, er—

[turnonmycharm]

Right. There we are. Do I need to say more?

[curatorrid]

Y-you could be... bluffing, I'm, er, most people... have s-someone...

[turnonmycharm]

He calls you Boothie, right?

[curatorrid]

[swallows, staring at him]

I... I.

[turnonmycharm]

. . . you let me call you that these days.

Do you want to go get some tea?

[curatorrid]

[jerks his head up, surprised. Mostly by the implications of that]

I. I would, ah. I would love... some t-tea...?

[turnonmycharm]

[gives him a very, very warm smile]

Let's go, then.

[curatorrid]

[goes red and ducks his head, fumbling his hands into his pockets]

A-After you.

[turnonmycharm]

[leads the way, strolling casually]

Any other questions?

[curatorrid]

What are... how do we...

W-what am I like?

[turnonmycharm]

Do you believe in the supernatural?

[curatorrid]

Ah. Er. ...Yes? M-moderately, I've... read ...some compelling, er, items.

[turnonmycharm]

Okay. I promise I won't hurt you.

[shapeshifting as they walk, tail swinging out behind him, curled horns]

[curatorrid]

[literally falls onto his ass]

You're a-a demon? A demon.

[turnonmycharm]

A very cute one?

[curatorrid]

I. I have, ah. Literally. No rebuttal to... to that?

[stares at him]

D-do I, er, sell you my... ah...

[turnonmycharm]

I don't take souls.

[curatorrid]

Ah. No, good. What a worthless e-exchange that would be.

[picking himself up, putting a hand over his chest for a moment]

T-then?

[turnonmycharm]

[shrugs]

I just like you. We have similar interests and hobbies. Good conversation.

[curatorrid]

[seems more disbelieving at the end. Conversation, with me?]

Wh-what are our hobbies and, er, i-i-interests?

[...catches up to him]

[turnonmycharm]

Books. And sex.

Mostly.

[curatorrid]

[goes red]

E-er. W-well. I do... like. Books.

[turnonmycharm]

[just grins at him]

You become an archivist.