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[yeahihidmypants]

Who: Ollie & Clark + You!
What: OH MY GOD - BOMBS!!?? or clocks...
When: Tuesday Morning into Afternoon into Evening?
Where: The Castle... starting at Clark's room, but once Clark tags, feel free to tag into this post with your character inspecting a clock somewhere, so that they can run into them!
Rating: PG-13?

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[clarklike]

When someone knocked on the door, Clark looked up from his bathroom sink, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. Huh. People didn't usually knock on his door at this time of the day.

... or often at all, really.

He kicked into superspeed. Between knocks, he finished brushing and got dressed in his usual reds and blues, just so he'd look somewhat presentable. When he opened the door, he was running a hand through his hair, tousling it into order.

"Oliver," he said, concerned. "What's going on?"

[yeahihidmypants]

Oliver glanced down to the six clocks he had stacked up in his arms, "The Toy Maker isn't one of the people trapped here is he? I mean, different times you said... I've been finding clocks, everywhere."

He shuffled the one he'd opened up toward Clark, "All of them, counting down to something. None of them have explosives, but I haven't found them all."

[clarklike]

"Our Toyman?" Clark shook his head, taking the offered clock. "Not that I'm aware of."

He flipped over the clock and quickly x-rayed it, to see if it had any additional hardware inside. There wasn't anything special that he could see, but he frowned, nonetheless.

"Anything in the journals?"

He looked down the hall.

[yeahihidmypants]

For a moment he felt sort of odd that he hadn't checked the journals, "No... I guess I'm still not used to them."

Which would be why he went down to Clark's room, instead of filtering something to him. "I saw a pattern, I just thought it'd be quicker just to come to you."

[eyesweregold]

[[hope this is okay? and chronologically last, so they can confront her, if they want?]]

Someone had been taking down her clocks. And Risika would be damned if she was going to let them take them all down. Granted, there were those of the opinion that, as a vampire, she was damned already... but it was a figure of speech.

So she started putting up more. Faster than her original time plan, to make up for those that were going missing. She was still being extremely careful about it - at least for now - and it was unlikely that anyone without super sight or speed would catch her.

[clarklike]

"Didn't we get the clocks out of this hall?"

Clark frowned, picking the clock up and flipping it over.

"It's--"

He looked down the hall again, and his reflexes kicked into super mode; he could see a girl running at superspeed down the hall, and he took off in her direction, leaving Oliver.

[eyesweregold]

Risika hadn't been running at superspeed, she had been popping in and out of existence, but once seen, she did try to dodge around a corner at twice the speed of a normal human. Once out of sight, she took the form of a raven. She wanted to see who was chasing her, and what he wanted.

[yeahihidmypants]

Well Clark had been there a moment ago...

As Oliver turned around in a small tight circle in the hallway they had been in, he quickly realized that Clark had darted off, "Great."

With a shrug, he moved toward the stairwell again, taking the stairs down to the next floor, in some attempt to continue their efforts.

"Just, leave me behind with all the not-bombs," Oliver muttered beneath his breath.

Yeah he figured Clark could hear him anyway.