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exsiliumlogs2014-02-07 05:58 pm
initiates) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-02-07 05:58 pm
WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER (EVER EVER) GETTING OUT OF THIS LOOP TOGETHER
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.
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.
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[The box he keeps in his bedroom, which means he's absolutely eating them straight out of the box by the handful while he's fiddling around with his notes - or watching TV or movies off of the tablet Steph had gotten for him for Christmas.]
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[Mijo, you really need to get better at this 'lying by ommission' thing if you're going to be a superhero.]
Have you figured anything out at all?
[The mess says no, but she has to at least ask.]
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[Look, old habits die hard. In lieu of looking over at his mom, who he knows won't approve, he elects to tidy up his papers with a sense of purpose. He's fairly certain he's got the order right.
As for her question...]
Nothing. Nothing yet, [he corrects himself, because he hasn't yet given up hope on logicking - which is now a verb - this problem into submission. He pauses in putting his papers away to squint at one page to try and figure out exactly what it is that he wrote. Boy, he needs to work on his handwriting. He's gotten out of practice.] It's a work-in-progress.