⨂ — 003. TEXT; un: Sugarlips

[southernchere]

Hey, Hons. I went to bed last night swearin it was a Sunday, but now it's midnight on a Saturday?

And my powers ain't workin neither, and I'm feelin like a toad caught in a weed eater. Is this happenin with anybody else, or am I just the lucky ducklin?

[ooc: fyi; she disappeared during the event, and now she's back. she also failed her sentence, so now her powers are wonky.]

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[mightymorphin]

it's being particularly mean lately, and it's not just the stuff with the locals, either. that's two months in a row I've been berated for being a faker. I have to guess that it would've been worse if my crime had been worse.

but yeah, we're totally fine. the doubles seem to have disappeared once the whole thing was over.

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[southernchere]

Now I'd said there's gotta be a pattern, but this time it's cuz of... what's his nose? Not the tyke, but the one he was warnin everyone about. Boneward? Any leads about that fella?

That's right good if nothin else.

private;

[mightymorphin]

Scott did say he'd ran into doubles like that before. maybe the kid's powers drew on something specific?

but no, that crazy scientist hasn't poked his head up out of hiding yet. when he does, he'd better hope I'm not the first one that finds him.

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[southernchere]

That could be. Scott's been here longer than all of us combined. We gotta know if it's a recent happenin he has seen this happen or way sooner. A lotta of us are new folks, too.

Leave sum of him for me when ya get him.

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[mightymorphin]

yeah, let's ask the next time the kid's around and see what we can find out.

you know I will.