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.]

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[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.