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[clockarmageddon]

[ooc: Faux Jack Bauer voice: The following thread takes place between 3 and 4 on the Armageddeon Clock.]By now, you've probably connected that soft chime to the shaking earth, and both of those to the new furnishing

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[gravity_shifter]

Sikozu has put two and two together, but has not come up with magic as the cause. Not yet. A scientific explanation is first and foremost on her mind, specifically intentional induced seismicity.

She just doesn't know how.

So, that closer look? Is being taken. Cautiously. It may be more volitile than already demonstrated.

[clockarmageddon]

Naaah. 'S just a clock.

Doesn't want to hurt you.

Just wants to destroy everything around you and toss you and everyone else out into the Void.

[gravity_shifter]

Lies. All of it.

Well, except the smalltext. We'll just be grateful Sikozu doesn't know about that.

She steps closer still, and reaches out one arm slowly, pressing a finger to the body of the clock.

Testing.

[clockarmageddon]

It's like touching an improperly grounded wire. Just a tingle up the nerves of the arm. Not painful, but damned uncomfortable if prolonged.

[gravity_shifter]

Well. That was unexpected. So much so that even after Sikozu withdraws her hand, her finger is still glowing with radiation in response to the sensation. Thankfully, there's no fire.

"Rather protective, aren't you." She murmurs, before trying to peek behind and underneth the clock, looking for any sort of device, or wires leading to one.

[clockarmageddon]

Oddly enough, there isn't a behind or an underneath.

The clock appears to be seamlessly connected to the back wall and the floor of the bar itself.

[gravity_shifter]

That... is incredibly frustrating, not to mention inconvenient for scientific research.

Sikozu gives it a good, long frown before marching off to the library in a huff.

Oh, she'll be back, Mr. Clock. You can count ha! on it.