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[temporal_affairs]

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

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[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."

[temporal_affairs]

"Ah, I got assigned to her in my time, but I fobbed it off on Eights. You'll probably have fun with her, too, she's a big name. Not as affable as Chainsaw's rumored to be. I believe the conventional wisdom is that she'll be meaner if you're male, though."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Ooh. Fun."

[temporal_affairs]

"Well, you know, for torturer values of 'meaner'. I have no idea what she'll do if you explain you to her all friendly-like." Pause. "Your guide is going to be confused when you don't show. Oh well."

[gunpowdergelatine]

"Watch me care," he snorts. "Mm, let's go snuggle."

[temporal_affairs]

"All right. You want some of the coins back? Do you have any left on you?"

[gunpowdergelatine]

"I do nnnnot have any left on me," he says. "And I bet I'm not a mint anymore. Well, I can fix that."

He touches a hex.



He blinks at it.

"Innnnnnnnteresting," he says, and touches it again. This wish goes through.