SO ENDS... something.

[blondprodigy]

[After being yelled at by Falcon, the young Jeff holed himself up in his dorm and set to work on trying to repair the time stream. Somehow. He had no idea where to start. At some point he got distracted by the half-finished inventions his older self left behind. Like one big contraption that looked like parts were just added willy-nilly. Did it do

Comments

[blondprodigy]

I'm back.

I tried not to alter anything in the past... You're still a racer who teaches physics, right? Otherwise this is going to sound crazy.

[pedaltothemetal]

I am...really glad for that.

Yes. I'm still a racer who teaches physics.

[blondprodigy]

What did I miss while I was gone?

[pedaltothemetal]

Not...a whole lot.

What's going to sound crazy?

[blondprodigy]

REALLY BECAUSE YOU'RE ALL OVER THE NEWS.

Oh. Just my asking if you were still a racer who teaches physics. If I somehow managed to mess up the time stream enough to change that, then it would sound crazy.

[pedaltothemetal]

No, everything seems pretty intact.

[blondprodigy]

So that online article I saw about you a few minutes ago is... totally normal, huh...

[pedaltothemetal]

It was officially stated that neither the downtown vandal nor the shirt ninja were me.

[Privating now.]

[blondprodigy]

Officially.

So what happened?

Re: [Privating now.]

[pedaltothemetal]

As far as I know, Blood ambushed me in my office, knocked me out, locked me in the janitor's closet, and then ran around attempting to systematically destroy my interpersonal relationships and also my career.

I was the shirt ninja.

Re: [Privating now.]

[blondprodigy]

He was here?! [OH NO WHAT IF THIS IS DUE TO HIS TIME TRAVEL DICKERY]

[pedaltothemetal]

Yes. At least, I think it was him.

[blondprodigy]

Where is he now?

[pedaltothemetal]

I don't...know.

[blondprodigy]

...oh.

[pedaltothemetal]

He could teleport. And he got away.