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[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Faux Jack Bauer voice: The following thread takes place between 3 and 4 on the Armageddeon Clock.]

By now, you've probably connected that soft chime to the shaking earth, and both of those to the new furnishing.

Bet you want to take a closer look, huh?

Bet you want to take a sledgehammer to the thing, huh?

Well, here's your chance to have a go at either or both.

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[gravity_shifter]

Sikozu has put two and two together, but has not come up with magic as the cause. Not yet. A scientific explanation is first and foremost on her mind, specifically intentional induced seismicity.

She just doesn't know how.

So, that closer look? Is being taken. Cautiously. It may be more volitile than already demonstrated.

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

Naaah. 'S just a clock.

Doesn't want to hurt you.

Just wants to destroy everything around you and toss you and everyone else out into the Void.

[gravity_shifter]

Lies. All of it.

Well, except the smalltext. We'll just be grateful Sikozu doesn't know about that.

She steps closer still, and reaches out one arm slowly, pressing a finger to the body of the clock.

Testing.

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

It's like touching an improperly grounded wire. Just a tingle up the nerves of the arm. Not painful, but damned uncomfortable if prolonged.

[gravity_shifter]

Well. That was unexpected. So much so that even after Sikozu withdraws her hand, her finger is still glowing with radiation in response to the sensation. Thankfully, there's no fire.

"Rather protective, aren't you." She murmurs, before trying to peek behind and underneth the clock, looking for any sort of device, or wires leading to one.

[gone_byebye]

Sledgehammer? No. PKE meter? Yeah. Ray's been talking to Asar-Suti.

Actually, the meter's going to wait. He's going to try the other approach first. Namely: approach it slowly, hands where they can be seen, and smile without showing his teeth. "Hey there," he says to the clock. "Welcome to Milliways. Have you got a name?"

What? Sometimes it works.

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

Unless it's name is 'tick', there's no reply.

[gone_byebye]

Well, he had to try, didn't he? Just like he has to try alternative methods of communication. He's seen Close Encounters, after all.

Although Spielberg's aliens didn't really use kazoos, which is what Ray's got on him now.

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

The clock's a pretty effective metronome, but other than that, the kazoo method falls flat as well.

[gone_byebye]

Then it would probably be a fairly safe guess that an attempt at conveying the numbers one through ten in binary code via turning a flashlight on and off wouldn't get much of a response either, huh? Because that's Ray's next attempt.

[wizard-kit.livejournal.com]

Or having a little bit of a chat, perhaps?

Kit approaches the clock and sits down, using the Speech in its entirety when he says,

"Dai'stiho, cousin. Where have you come from?"

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

The clock ticks away for a few seconds, giving no indication that it understands.

Then, finally: Far away.

[wizard-kit.livejournal.com]

Kit smiles, just a little. At least it's willing to converse.

"What do your numbers mean?"

They clearly aren't time.

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

Another pause, as if considering whether such a question was worth an answer.

Power, the clock decides upon.

[child_like_vampire]

Claudia hasn't been in the bar lately. Tokyo was a marvelous place to explore. And she has been working on the whole feeding but not killing thing. It was difficult, but David was there and he helped.

So it is a relatively happy Claudia that enters the bar.

The child notices the clock and approaches, instantly awed by the thing. She looks up at it, eyes wide, and senses that there is more to it than it seems.

A hand reaches out and touches it, curious and perhaps a little hesitant.

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

As with everyone else who has touched it, the wards generate an unpleasant (but not painful) tingle along the child vampire's arm.

[child_like_vampire]

She snatches her hand away, then smiles.

"You bite back, don't you?" she asks it, looking at it from top to bottom. "I wonder what it is you're doing here. I can't imagine the Landlord installed you. You're quite atrocious in nature."

Like called to like, after all, as did power.

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

If the clock is offended by the criticism of its appearance, it gives no outward sign.

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

(99th and Broadway)

(Now, the bar.)

He did not intend to come in right now (busy. So terribly busy. I forgot I had a meeting. I blacked out and wound up on the West Side with a hot-dog and someone's tongue.), but he has, and he is facing the clock. "It's so damn gauche," he mutters and steps closer to it.

(the hamster is on his wheel. let's start this baby up. time's not waiting for you. let me off.)

"Later," he says, and takes the door back to New York.

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *giggles!*]

[the-calcium-tm.livejournal.com]

Jimmy Connelly's not known for the brilliance of his suggestions, but at least he's good for his word. It took a bit of stammering and a 'please' to hop off with the gym's equipment, but he managed it. Which is why Jimmy's standing in front of the clock, half-suited up as if he were about to spar, with Stan's famous bat.

That's right -- a big stick.

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

Tick.

Tick.

You wouldn't hit a clock with glasses, would you?

Tick.

Tick.

[the-calcium-tm.livejournal.com]

Normal glasses, no. Glasses of Potential Earthquake-Causing Evil? Well.

You can understand, I'm sure.

Jimmy rubs his palms along the handle of the bat, sort of sizing up the clock a bit. He figures if there's nothing wrong with it, he'll save up half a few weeks' pay and replace it, but first... sizing it up. Yeah, 's a clock all right.

[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

Tick.

Yep, just a clock. No reason to bash it in.

Tick.

Honest. It's defenseless! It's only got one hand, after all!

Tick.

[slightlymonkish.livejournal.com]

Monk is getting increasingly uneasy about the whole situation.

So there he is, about a foot away from said clock, just staring at it.