WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER (EVER EVER) GETTING OUT OF THIS LOOP TOGETHER

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Date & Time: February 7th - 14th (which happens to be 7 days' worth of February 7th. so just...February 7th.)
Location: Exsilium!
Characters: EVERYONE...who wants to use this space.
Summary: Here
Warnings: TBD (let us know if something needs noting)



February seventh came and went...and came back again. No matter where they were or what they were doing the time midnight rolled around for the eighth...Transports found themselves exactly where they were the midnight prior.

And so the day began again.

And again.

And again – for a week!

For some, maybe the involuntary reset was a godsend. Maybe. But how many times could a person repeat the same day before losing it a little? Or a lot?

Only (looped) time could tell.

Comments

[lexiconning]

[ Syllona is standing now, searching the clutter carefully. brushes exactly where they left them... everything in the same order, or disorder. So, so that means....

yep. There's Oka, her pigeon, roosting a ways off under a chair. She's quick to scoop her up, hold her close to her chest with a long frown back at Jericho. ]

Something...happened. [ Half a question, making sure she has his input while she sails towards a conclusion. Someone could have done this, sure, but this doesn't feel like a hostile..anything.

That's kind of scary in its own right. What do they do about... being here? ]

[eyecontact]

[while Syllona tends to Oka, Joey gets up and inspects the canvasses and fish out his tablet from a stool piled up with books and extra pages, flipping through to his messages to find the damage done to his inbox by their goofing off the other night.

he frowns hard at the date stamp on the top right corner: February 7

harder at the date stamps on the old messages: February 7

he picks up Syllona's, too, turning it on to compare and finding the same fishy dates posted. he pats her arm for her attention and hands it back to her, texting her in no short time (again, timed for February 7):]

It's supposed to be the 8th...