Backdated to bone-flower clock liminal

[wolvering]

Tho—

[The would-be mental shout cuts off before the first syllable is even finished. There’s a brief pause, and then Pod’s actual voice comes back, and it’s all filtered away from baby Rose.]

Those spineless, mealy-mouthed, Hornet-hoofed, pustulant offspring of asps and dark mages! They can’t claim me! I belong to Kerras. I don’t—

Argh! Goddess curse them to never find rest nor hearth.

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[itsananimalthing]

[Riddick considers a moment, then comes up with an option for her.]

Not long after you came back and threw a fit about your new Trump mark, maybe a few hours after, Claudia popped up on the network askin' about people who wanted to learn how to make lightcycles. I answered, said I wanted to learn maintenance, since I already got one. Look for that. You got a time frame, you got a voice, and you got a subject. Oughta be enough.

[wolvering]

Okay! That sounds doable.

[She concentrates, and then concentrates some more, using the tactic she did before. After a long period of time, just when she's about to give up for a bit to take a rest, she 'hears' it.]

I got it!

[itsananimalthing]

There you go. Now you can catch up on stuff you missed, for whatever reason you missed it. It takes a while to get through all the conversations to find the one you want, but it's usually worth it. Unless Jules is involved, anyway.

[He's joking. Kind of. A little bit.]