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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.

[gone_byebye]

Sledgehammer? No. PKE meter? Yeah. Ray's been talking to Asar-Suti.

Actually, the meter's going to wait. He's going to try the other approach first. Namely: approach it slowly, hands where they can be seen, and smile without showing his teeth. "Hey there," he says to the clock. "Welcome to Milliways. Have you got a name?"

What? Sometimes it works.

[clockarmageddon]

Unless it's name is 'tick', there's no reply.

[gone_byebye]

Well, he had to try, didn't he? Just like he has to try alternative methods of communication. He's seen Close Encounters, after all.

Although Spielberg's aliens didn't really use kazoos, which is what Ray's got on him now.

[clockarmageddon]

The clock's a pretty effective metronome, but other than that, the kazoo method falls flat as well.

[wizard_kit]

Or having a little bit of a chat, perhaps?

Kit approaches the clock and sits down, using the Speech in its entirety when he says,

"Dai'stiho, cousin. Where have you come from?"

[clockarmageddon]

The clock ticks away for a few seconds, giving no indication that it understands.

Then, finally: Far away.

[wizard_kit]

Kit smiles, just a little. At least it's willing to converse.

"What do your numbers mean?"

They clearly aren't time.

[clockarmageddon]

Another pause, as if considering whether such a question was worth an answer.

Power, the clock decides upon.

[captive_childe]

Claudia hasn't been in the bar lately. Tokyo was a marvelous place to explore. And she has been working on the whole feeding but not killing thing. It was difficult, but David was there and he helped.

So it is a relatively happy Claudia that enters the bar.

The child notices the clock and approaches, instantly awed by the thing. She looks up at it, eyes wide, and senses that there is more to it than it seems.

A hand reaches out and touches it, curious and perhaps a little hesitant.

[clockarmageddon]

As with everyone else who has touched it, the wards generate an unpleasant (but not painful) tingle along the child vampire's arm.

[captive_childe]

She snatches her hand away, then smiles.

"You bite back, don't you?" she asks it, looking at it from top to bottom. "I wonder what it is you're doing here. I can't imagine the Landlord installed you. You're quite atrocious in nature."

Like called to like, after all, as did power.

[clockarmageddon]

If the clock is offended by the criticism of its appearance, it gives no outward sign.

[yuppie_trash]

(99th and Broadway)
Tick
(Now, the bar.)
Tick
He did not intend to come in right now (busy. So terribly busy. I forgot I had a meeting. I blacked out and wound up on the West Side with a hot-dog and someone's tongue.), but he has, and he is facing the clock. "It's so damn gauche," he mutters and steps closer to it.

(the hamster is on his wheel. let's start this baby up. time's not waiting for you. let me off.)
Tick
"Later," he says, and takes the door back to New York.