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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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[just grins at him]

You become an archivist.

[without even questioning it]

A-at the Parrington?

That's right.

I'm... glad. That seems... peaceful. Is that how... er.

[tries to figure out to say this. Sort of quietly checking out Tristan, longing and disbelieving]

How we, er...

[glances over at him]

Met?

T-the Parrington seems that, er, that sort of place...

[not seeing a contradiction between that and calling it peaceful]

[he smiles a little]

No. We met in another world.

I... I would say that's impossible, but, er, I...

[gestures at the world around them.

Gestures at Tristan]

I would, er, I would really like that tea, I am... er, v-very thirsty.

[grins at him]

I know you are. Here . . .

[leading the way into Heavenly Grounds. nobody seems to bat an eyelash at a demon]

[glances around anxiously, like he fully expects to have something yelled at him for being clearly in such handsome company]

[drapes his tail around Booth's waist]

What would you like?

[flusters, then looks confused, then alarmed, then confused again]

Er. Just. Orange pekoe.

How do you take it?

Er, I... black is f-fine.

Then take a seat. I'll be right over.

[manages to get to a table before he sits again]

[comes over a few minutes later with tea Booth, coffee for himself]

Here.

Thank you. [takes it, cupping his hands around it] You're, er. An... incubus?

In the flesh. As it were.

S-so we're. Ah.

Long-term lovers.

[looks at him in confused, hungry disbelief]

Ah. I-is that s-s-so. A-a-and I ap-parently, ah, tell you, t-things.

[I want to just fuck you over this table]

Right. We talk about a lot.

[gives him this look like that's way more difficult to believe than the rest of it]

[just grins at him]

I know, I know. Let's just say I know you're bright, and I help loosen your tongue enough that it can come across.