unreliable doorstop

[temporal_affairs]

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

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[manofmyword]

"Nah, don't think she's planning to." He grins. "It's a one-vampire relationship."

[temporal_affairs]

"There you go, then, Nathan probably wouldn't like it if you fucked around - though come to think of it if you did it during the parts of the relationship I remember, it has slipped my mind - but Stella's got no reason to care if Alice does, whether that makes sense for his species or not."

[manofmyword]

"Haven't done it yet," he shrugs. "But Alice doesn't mind if Stella fucks around, either. Not that she has."

[temporal_affairs]

"Mmm, he might think that but I'd take even odds on him getting a surprise if she ever goes for it," shrugs Timer. "I could be wrong, though, maybe you lot are just that - that."

[manofmyword]

"We really, really are."

[temporal_affairs]

"Good for you. My timer throws me in a pretty girl's path now and again, here, and I'm no monk, but I'm not far out enough for my vampire self to be comfy with such things."

[manofmyword]

"So much for me and my dreams," the Joker says playfully.

[temporal_affairs]

"Hm?"

[manofmyword]

"Sweetie, there's two of you."

[lookingforwardtoit]

(Eights laughs.)

[temporal_affairs]

Timer snorts. "Unless there is a sense in which the mate bond is amenable to magic, nothing doing," he says. "I'd play - although I do think the bond was patching something in the sexual orientation department, so I'd rather you presto-changeo first - but Nathan would sooner tear me apart, I'm betting."

[lookingforwardtoit]

"And you, as I recall, are not into that."

[manofmyword]

He laughs.

[temporal_affairs]

"If, unbeknownst to me, I were into that, I think my timer would've had me sticking around at your place long enough to run into Chainsaw or somebody by now," remarks Timer.

[manofmyword]

"Ooh, who's that?"

[lookingforwardtoit]

"Chainsaw is a torturer," says Eights. "He's very friendly. I'm getting the sense you guys would get along."

[temporal_affairs]

"Torturers are exactly what they sound like," adds Timer helpfully.

[manofmyword]

"Fun," says the Joker. "Fun is what they sound like."

[temporal_affairs]

"You'll have to get Eights to introduce you, 'cause I can't. And you'll have to work around the fact that any torturer here is used to their playthings being able to torch," Timer adds as an afterthought.

[manofmyword]

"'Torch', meaning...?"

[lookingforwardtoit]

"I'd demonstrate, but I don't have anything sharp on me," says Eights.

[temporal_affairs]

"Bet you do, though, babe," says Timer, holding a hand out in the Joker's direction.

[manofmyword]

Laughing, he produces a knife—whether by sleight of hand or magic is anybody's guess—and hands it over.

[temporal_affairs]

"You want to do the honors, Eights, or shall I?" Timer inquires.

[lookingforwardtoit]

"Mmm, gimme," she says, and takes the knife and gets out of bed and cuts her throat. Carpets are easier to clean than mattresses, and blood lingers after a—

Very real-looking flames spring up, consuming her body while leaving everything else untouched. The knife drops to the floor. She coaelsces again in exactly the same spot, exactly the same pose, but intact and spotless.

"Torch," she says, with a ta-daa sort of gesture.