forward-dated to the first day of the second liminal

[claudiometer]

So, it occurs to me it's been a while since I did my standard Cool Stuff Offers. If anyone wants a lightcycle or a Ninjaville-flavor magic tattoo, hit me up. As usual, first come, first served.

What's not usual is... well, shit's about to get real, and depend on how the Trumps - I don't know, choose their dodgeball teams or whatever it is they're gonna do before they pack us off again, we might be here a little longer than usual. As such, I'd be able to do a little more of each of these than I usually do, and if it turns out they pack us off like usual anyway, I'll do my best to catch up after the next jaunt.

So let's call it first six for lightcycles and... three for the tattoos, those take longer and I don't want to leave one half-finished. No, I will not attempt to mess with anyone's Trump mark, it wouldn't work anyway and that's not blowing up in my face if you want rid of it. [She doubts anyone would ask, by this point, but it's worth putting out there, just in case.]

Comments

[hazardlight]

Yo, I am super new but I'm pretty sure you just said something about some sort of 'cycle. Deets?

[claudiometer]

Glowy collapsible motorcycle that can put out a solid light wake. You in?

[hazardlight]

Holy shit.

What kind of exchange are you guys on around here? I ain't got a lot in the way of resources I can barter but... what the hell. I'm willing to go out on a limb and owe you one. As long as "one" doesn't end up being like... a literal limb? I like my limbs. I like my limbs slightly more than I like cool motorcycles.

[claudiometer]

Yeah, they're pretty great.

There's no official exchange, but if you really feel a need to owe me something, I'd probably just ask you to explain me a thing at some point. There's some pretty broad knowledge bases around here, but there are always holes someone new can fill in. Definitely no literal limbs, though.

[hazardlight]

I can definitely work with that, yeah. Hook me up with some wheels - I mean, I presume wheels? Wheels or the equivalent - and you can pick my brain any time you want.

I swear, I park my bike for two minutes, turn my back, and suddenly it's happy fun giant fridge time.

[Is she... less concerned about transuniversal abduction than she is about not being able to bring her motorcycle? She might be.]

[claudiometer]

You got it. I'll give you a holler when it's ready - I'm Claudia, by the way. [Since it... helps to know who you're looking for.]

Yeah, this place does that. Except in my case it was happy fun creepy derelict waterpark time.

[hazardlight]

Nice to meetcha. I'm Amanda.

[There's a half-beat of hesitation after her introduction, as if she's waiting to see if someone else wants to chime in - but whether or not Roadrash would be able to make himself heard, he doesn't seem to care to try, and she picks up again quickly.]

Because one kind of no goddamn sense isn't enough? Sheesh.

[claudiometer]

You too.

Oh, it's a weekly rotation of 'no goddamn sense,' interspersed with a month or so of 'here's a world that at least runs on cohesive rules, if not your rules, now fix something, we're not telling you what.'

[hazardlight]

Lovely. All the more reason not to get stuck walking everywhere, I guess.

You been here long? Long enough to notice patterns, at least, sounds like.

[claudiometer]

Consistently for a year-ish. Time gets... wobbly. My first jaunt was half-a-year-ish before that, though.

[hazardlight]

I feel like I should be questioning the wobbly time shit but on the other hand I just walked across a static ninety-degree shift in gravity under a spectacular constellation of P.E. equipment.

[claudiometer]

That about covers it, really.