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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.]

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[conflictoftwinterest]

[sits up straighter, blushing deeply]

I'm not sure if you remember, but your finances might regret that.

[hiswifeahorse]

I haven't forgotten.

[he moves to take a seat across from him]

[conflictoftwinterest]

Any... recommendations...?

[hiswifeahorse]

[it's a pretty casual place—some pizzas, pastas, wings, stuff like that. Vanyel doesn't stand out in his t-shirt, except, you know...]

Definitely try a pizza. Maybe a small or individual one, so you have room for other things. Nachos?

[conflictoftwinterest]

I have no idea what that is and I'm into it.

[hiswifeahorse]

[he laughs, and places an order for a few things for them to share]

[conflictoftwinterest]

Van, love, I'm excited.

[hiswifeahorse]

[looks at him quickly, a little jumpy, trying to cover it]

Ah—good . . .

[conflictoftwinterest]

How have things...been? Here, with Stef and your becoming older and all.

[hiswifeahorse]

They're . . . relaxing? It's like retirement, basically.

[conflictoftwinterest]

Good. Good, you deserve that.

[hiswifeahorse]

[he huffs softly]

As hard as it is to get me to accept it. Perhaps.

[conflictoftwinterest]

Well, I know it to be true.

[hiswifeahorse]

Thank you, 'Lendel.

[conflictoftwinterest]

[gets a stubborn set but Vanyel isn't arguing, just sort of stonewalling]

I couldn't be happier.

[hiswifeahorse]

Ah—pardon?

[conflictoftwinterest]

That you get a chance to relax. Enjoy life. That's rare, isn't it?

[hiswifeahorse]

Ah . . . yes. A little late, unfortunately.

[conflictoftwinterest]

You told me, but you still... have it, yes?

[hiswifeahorse]

My life?

[conflictoftwinterest]

Here and now?

[hiswifeahorse]

Of course. I'm doing my best to embrace it.

[conflictoftwinterest]

...That's what makes me happy, love. I've always wanted that.

[hiswifeahorse]

I suppose—I suppose that's true.

Yes—I mean. There have been times when I've been happy. This, for the most part, is one of them.

[conflictoftwinterest]

I'm... glad. I guess 'for the most part' just keeps it real, doesn't it.