unreliable doorstop

[temporal_affairs]

Here they are, having a cute post-death reunion!

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[manofmyword]

Nothing.

In fact, nothing. Like he's not on the network at all.

[temporal_affairs]

...He would probably have said goodbye.

Is this a good time to use one of these coins to go find him?

[manofmyword]

Not especially.

On a scale of minutes, it's in about ten. On a scale of days, it's in about five. On a scale of years, it's next month. On a scale of centuries, it's... still next month.

[temporal_affairs]

Checking multiple scales is good for finding focal points like that.

But a good time to call Eights is in about thirty minutes.

Timer sits tight.

He lets half an hour go by.

And he phones her.

[lookingforwardtoit]

She answers with a cautious, "Hi?"

[temporal_affairs]

"Hi, Eights, what's up? This was a good time to call you, and, perhaps relatedly, do you know where the Joker went?"

[lookingforwardtoit]

"...Technically no," she says. "But I do know Chainsaw set him on fire and I haven't seen him since. Uh. Sorry. He seemed really happy about it, if that's any consolation."

[temporal_affairs]

"I bet he was. He's not telepathy-able right now, though, and I'm confused - he either went home without stopping in to say goodbye, or Chainsaw managed to kill him after all."

[lookingforwardtoit]

"Pretty sure it's the second one."

[temporal_affairs]

"Well, damn. Now either Bella's going to split him too, or a vampire with a missing mate is going to be looking after my kid."

[lookingforwardtoit]

"Sorry," she repeats.

[temporal_affairs]

"Eh. He at least thought he knew what he was getting into. Thanks for telling me."

[lookingforwardtoit]

"Yeah."

[temporal_affairs]

"Later, Eights."

This is a good time to hang up.

There's no way to get a look in the queue. Usually.

Is this a good time to wish a look in the queue?

[pythbox]

Yes.

[temporal_affairs]

Wish. (Timer doesn't have a great sense of which coins are for which things, so he goes from a triangle up. Takes a square.)

[pythbox]

There is the Joker, without clothing or scars or makeup or hair dye, floating unconscious in the middle of a small featureless white room with a numbered plaque on the outside.

[temporal_affairs]

Hm. A square won't tell Timer straight up if a judge is coming sooner or later. Who needs coins, though? He can find the best time to teleport to and greet the Joker. Long, long timescale, because it can take forever -

It's in half an hour.

...Timer will never understand the scheduling in this place.

He waits. He's good at that, when his timer tells him to be.

[gunpowdergelatine]

A judge wakes him up and hands him his sentence papers and sends him off on his long walk.

He goes quite cheerfully.

[temporal_affairs]

At the requisite moment, Timer ports in.

"Hi, babe," he says.

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Sweetie!"

The Joker beams and flings his arms around Timer, hugging him tight.

[temporal_affairs]

Hugs! "That didn't take long. You could've easily been cooling your heels for centuries, but you only died about an hour ago. What kinda sentence did they slap on you?"

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Mm, not one with Chainsaw," he says, "much to my disappointment."

He finds a pentagon on Timer's bandolier and teleports them both to Timer's house, because it is more fun to cuddle in.

[temporal_affairs]

"Who is it, then?"

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Jasmine."