⓪⑧ (sort of)

[docfoul]

DDD: Party for no discernible reason other than the White Text Guy having said so.



Whether you were invited, came of your own volition, were dragged here by some weirdos in green, or just popped up in the classic "community made you do it" fashion, you are now in THE FELT MANSION. And since Doc Scratch is and will always be an excellent host, you can count on having good food, drinks, and party games aplenty.

There isn't much he can do about the TIME SHENANIGANS, though. But you can steer clear of those if you know how. Unfortunately, there is no way to avoid the mansion's collection of A THOUSAND CLOCKS.

(Speaking of time shenanigans, you may also want to refer here for a rough explanation of what those shenanigans might be. But don't worry about it too much, really. You can just say something if you want to run into a Felt NPC and, hopefully, the shenanigans will be immensely fun for all.)

You should also feel free to START ANY NEW THREADS.

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[touchofgenius]

[Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.

Birkin is going to break every last one of these fucking clocks if it's the last thing he does. Stupid gang with their stupid lousy obsession with clocks.

Tock. Tick. Tock.

He's going to start with that little one up on the mantle. Maybe someone should stop him before he makes a mess or completely transforms into Spades Slick.]

I seriously typed cock

[deathfangirl]

[She watches as he smashes a clock]

What are you doing?

Well I'm sure Birkin's smashed quite a few cocks in his life too

[touchofgenius]

Uh... [Well he did talk to this one before and she looks more confused than violent so running might not be necessary] The ticking was starting to drive me a little bonkers.

[deathfangirl]

You don't like ticking?

[touchofgenius]

I'm fine with it usually just not when it's so... Oppressive. And this is pretty oppressive. I mean seriously, what asshole has like a thousand clocks in his house?!

[deathfangirl]

I don't know... I really wish I knew what kind of asshole he was. [She's being serious now]

[touchofgenius]

You mean other than a really creepy one?

[deathfangirl]

Right! Like...I wish I knew what he wanted from us. And whether he's really dangerous, or just creepy.

[touchofgenius]

He almost made me explode once. I think he's preeeetty dangerous, to be honest. [And Birkin also thinks he knows what Scratch wants but. He's not saying that in the polite company.]

[deathfangirl]

[Blinks] Explode? you mean, literally?

[touchofgenius]

Yeah. I was sitting in a chair, and then... BOOM! Gigantic explosion behind me. It flung me across the room. ...Granted I was in a wheelie chair so that might have added to the flying part.

[deathfangirl]

Wow! What blew up?

[touchofgenius]

Uh... The air...? I don't really remember, honestly. I was pretty much completely out of it that week. It was for that Seven Deadly Sins virus; I got stuck with sloth and couldn't. Really do much of anything, including remember things.

[hot_shock]

[Why would Reno want to do something so silly as to stop you, though you really shouldn't sit there and think about it too long, otherwise you'll miss your chance.

*SMASH*

You see the little clock on the mantel? It now has an E-Mag sticking out of it's face.]

Y'waited too long.

[touchofgenius]

[Well that's. Just fine by him, actually.]

Uh. Yeah, I guess I was just... Thinking about my life and my choices before I went and starting breaking stuff in an omnipotent guy's house. I really hope he didn't need that.

[hot_shock]

You drag a guy out of his own cozy and comfortable world and stick 'em in yours you run a risk. If it's a few busted up clocks then it's really his fault...that...and I don't really care.

[touchofgenius]

I guess that's a fair point. Okay, look, this ticking is driving me insane do you just... Want to help me destroy the rest of these clocks?

[hot_shock]

Who would convict me? [Gives the room a sweeping glance. Would he say no to the chance to cause a little bit of destruction? Heh.] Sure I could, but you might not want to stand over there.

[touchofgenius]

[Birkin takes several large steps away from where he's standing, until he's basically cowering behind Reno.] Right, so. Let's go kill some clocks?

[hot_shock]

Alrighty, get ready for the fireworks...[Reno gives Birkin a half glance over his shoulder before rotating his wrist a little. Suddenly the E-Mag began to amass energy resulting in electrical currents branching out to various venues attracted, not only to the clocks, but anything with an electrical pulse. One by one the clocks began exploding in rapid succession, starting with the little one that the E-Mag was already driven inside of.

Now this was fun! Look at all the sparks and listen to the loud popping sound of multiple dying clocks.] Heh...they dead enough for ya?

[touchofgenius]

Yeah that's. Amazing. [Staring in awe.

21/1000 clocks destroyed] You have got to teach me how to do that.

[hot_shock]

This is standard Turk equipment, it ain't difficult to use if you really wanna learn [Reno turns around holding the E-Mag out to Birkin, though he's careful to present him with the grip and not the active end] but only if you feel comfortable holding my rod.

[touchofgenius]

Don't worry; I'm something of an expert at handling other men's rods, heh. It's not going to start talking to me is it? I don't think I can handle another sentient weapon in my life.

[But before even waiting for an answer, curiosity making him press forward, he grabs the E-Mag cautiously, getting a feel for the weight.]

[hot_shock]

An expert you say? Now I have to wonder about your technique. [Another sentient weapon...? Gives Birkin an odd look] Last time I checked it wasn't talkin'...unless it's a you thing then it's out of my hands.

[And once the E-Mag is in Birkin's hands, Reno sidles around behind him taking up a position that's no where near the business end of the rod. Now he'll just show you how to use it, which requires a little hands on tutoring, so excuse him.]

So you wanna hold it like this [and Reno shows him how his position himself and his hand, and where his fingers should be] That button activates it...you wanna keep it away from your body too...and if you wanna increase the voltage...there's a sliding knob there on the side...you just thumb it up or down.

[touchofgenius]

[Birkin slides the knob aaaaall the way down; he's not even going to pretend he knows what the fuck he's messing with before he actually fixes his fingers to the right spots and presses the start button.]

So just... Swing?