The Real Slim Timmy!

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

((OOM: Concerning incarceration, and Oops.))

The front door slams open. Oddly, instead of bouncing back and hitting the person who slammed it like it should, it just stays against the wall. Maybe it understands.

In the door itself, there is a figure outlined in blue flames, his black clothes as normal. Even the red tie. Behind sunglasses, a darker blue glow blazes. His hands are clenched as he walks forward, each foot carefully placed. It should be noted that the blazing aura is doin g no damage whatsoever.

But Tim is a little bit ticked off at having been held hostage by figments of his imagination for well over two months.

Come let him know he's been missed, maybe?

Comments

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

Molly's head snaps around when the door flies open, and then her jaw drops at the sight of Tim, wreathed in blue flames.

She rushes forward, one hand tentatively outstretched, and asks timidly, "Tim? The REAL Tim?"

Mayber her wish worked after all?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

The flames die, and he smiles at her. Yes, without the glow, it's obvious from the face which one he is.

"Molly. Yes, I'm the real one."

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

"I was SO worried about you!" Molly exclaims, pulling him further into the room, just in case. "The other Tim said..."

Oh.

The other Tim must have had to leave, then.

"he said.

...

He said that you'd been taken away, and didn't know when you'd be back, and I tried to wish you back with the ring you gave me, but it said it was an invalid wish, and I didn't think... I'm glad you're back!"

This last part is all said in a rush as she forces herself not to wonder what happened to Superhero Tim.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim turns away for a moment, eyeing the door.

"Yes. He left."

A frown.

"For my world?"

[mollyprewett.livejournal.com]

"How can he have gone to your world, if you're back?"

It seems all the Tims have a knack for confusing the hell out of Molly.

"Doen't he have his own?"

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

From somewhere nearby there are a pair of wide blue eyes watching - completely going against her tendency to pretend to be invisible when nervous or confused - but Lethe is worried gosh-darnit, so there she is.

She remains silent, just cautiously observing. He feels different - not bad though, just strange.

Large amounts of fire do not tend to put her at ease either, to be completely honest.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

His glow dims, then fades away. Mainly, it was there for the drama. He stalks further into the bar muttering... pauses, turning towards her and nodding.

"Good evening Miss."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

Feels awfully different.

She shimmers for a moment - edges unfocusing nervously. Maybe not the same at all.

Forgotten then, the troublesome voice mocks eagerly from the back of her mind.

"H-hello," she manages to stammer out, eyes confused.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

His head tilts as he studies her carefully, stroking the bit of chin fuzz he calls a beard.

"You're a nymph, aren't you? Grecian mythology. And pretty well connected, I can feel the magic pouring off you... Is that..."

He sniffs, then smiles slightly.

"Lethe? Ah yes, I could never forget that smell."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Are you? I -" she tugs apprehensively on a the edges of her hair, fingers tangling themselves in the curls.

The same - but not at all.

"Y-yes," she replies, feeling small and skittish - out of her depth. "I am Lethe."

[gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com]

There's another Molly. She tensed at the flames, and the sunglasses. But it's blue, not black.

"T-tim???"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

"Molly!"

He dims the aura and catches her in a hug.

"How are you my dear?"

[gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com]

Molly hugged back, but there was a tentative, "...fine. Is it you from here, or another one from a different world, or from my world?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A long pause.

"From here."

[gaelic-fae-girl.livejournal.com]

Molly sighed, and relaxed, "Thank God... I swear it's been very confusing. And apparently there's several versions of you, AND me on other worlds?"

She added with a smirk, "The spandex and mask were an interesting look. Showed off your legs."

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Ah, what the hell.

Most beings learn to fear, or at least have a healthy respect for, fire at a very early age. So, naturally, the whole fire thing catches Max's attention. She's watching Tim very, very warily.

Because flames are rarely a good sign. This goes double for flaming people.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

And he hears it. Very hyper attuned at the moment. The flames dim, and he turns towards her.

"Miss Guevera?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

This would probably be about the time most sane people would be diving for cover.

Which would explain why Max flicks one hand in a lazy gesture towards the Bar, the other cupping her chin as she leans forward slightly. "Should I get a fire extinguisher?"

The more unnerved she is, the more irreverent she is. This is not, perhaps, the best survival mechanism out there.

Her gaze is still sharp, wary, and, perhaps strangely, worried.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A gesture, and the flames are completely gone.

"I needed to get it out of my system."

And that last one he's never seen on her before. So he sniffs. And blinks.

"Ah. You met him."

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, it's better than abject terror, isn't it?

"Ah." She raises one eyebrow slightly, the expression deliberately casual. "Which one are you, then?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Oh, what the hell.

Angela waves at him when she sees him. "Hi, Tim." Although her voice is a little wary. The flame thing is sorta wild.

[OOC: since we have slowtime in another thread, was not sure if I should tag this one. *flails*]

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim blinks, the flames dousing.

"Er... Hi? Have we met?"

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela raises an eyebrow. "Um. Yeah. Did you drink that stuff again and forget everything?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A long slow blink.

"I'm not the same Tim who was in bar yesterday. For one thing, I'm older. And I have an aversion to tights."

[angela-edmunds.livejournal.com]

Angela's brow furrows. "OK. Sit. Please?" She looks at him and folds her arms. "So, different Tim? Which one are you?"

God, this is so weird. She's very glad Hellspawn told her about the other Tims or she'd be very confused right now.

Not that she isn't confused, of course.