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The clock is really whizzing forward today. After the large sacrifice last night, it's got a lot of ground to make up if it's going to reach the 10 by the time the quake is happening.

The note asking for sacrifices is still up, as is the note asking for signups for the ground assault.

And beside the clock, Urza himself still sits. Planeswalkers do not actually require sleep, or food, or any of those mortal trappings, so he hasn't moved, and has no plans to until the final possible moment.

[ooc: multi"pup" post! You can interact with the clock, talk to Urza, or just sign up on the note. All in one convienient, easy-to-use entrance post.]

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He will.

He considers for a moment, then backs up a little.

And chaaaaarges at the clock, head lowered.

He figures it's worth a shot.

The light flashes when Snowball hits the wards, solidifying suddenly as hard as steel.

Do pigs see stars? If they do, Snowball will be about this time.

Urza tries not to laugh from his nearby table. "I admire your bravery, little pig, but I am afraid there is no physical force capable of breaking these wards."

Snowball staggers backwards, shaking his head vigorously as if there is a bee up his nose. He certainly does see stars, albeit in black and white.

He staggers over towards Urza and looks up at him.

"Little? I'm several hundred kilograms in weight."

"My apologies," Urza replies, still hiding a smirk. "I can see now that my vantage point obscured much of your obvious girth."

Snowball isn't sure if he has won the point or not, so just flops down in front of Urza, massaging his head on a chair leg.

"You know of this structural monstrosity?"

"I do. There is much of it I do not know, but it is a device from a world that is known to me."

"You are the one who put up the note last night?"

Urza nods.

"I am Urza, yes."

Snowball swallows, nods, and tries not to be angry with the man.

"And? Is it getting fixed?"

"Time will tell. We have only a fool's chance to recover the device we require, but perhaps it will be enough."

"I hope so. There must be sufficient fools around here to give it a shot."

Urza laughs.

"That is my hope, yes."

Snowball's demeanor changes and he snarls.

"I'm glad you find this funny. Some of us don't have homes to go to. Whilst I appreciate that you did not know this would happen, the situation is far from humerous. If you think so, I suggest you find the man who had a panic attack when the bar was plunged into darkness, or the woman who fell down the stairs with her baby in her arms."

"I was laughing more at your choice of words than at the circumstances," he replies, still smiling despite the snarl. "I agree that this is a horrific turn of events and I regret that it is because of me that it has befallen this place. But focusing on that will not get the necessary job done."

The smiling does not appease Snowball, but he doesn't snarl any further.

"I am aware that sometimes I give people a different impression to the one intended. It comes from being a literal thinker."

Urza nods again.

"I see. Such literal thinking can be an asset, but it can also hinder creative leaps."

"True. It is also liable to be mistaken for sarcasm."

"Yes, indeed. Better perhaps that you might investigate the techniques of lateral thinking in addition to literal."

"I don't control the way I think."

"You can control anything about yourself with enough of a will to do so," the planeswalker replies simply.

Snowball considers this.

"Not meaning to be rude, but that's bollocks."

"Why should it be? You can control your thoughts in certain small ways simply by way of what you choose to expose yourself to. Read only of politics with no philosophy or science, and your thoughts will be political. Consider only the writings of a single point of view, and you will give no thought to the alternative. How you think and what you think are the easiest things to control about yourself, and it is the first step to becoming a true master of your environment."

The planeswalker cannot help but marvel at the fact that he is having a philosophical discussion with a pig.

"I cannot force myself to have an imagination, whatever I read." Snowball points out. "I find it very difficult to think of things that don't mean what they say."

"It is not an easy thing," Urza agrees, "but if you begin small, with figures of speech, perhaps, you can develop it. Consider why it is that it is said that someone 'eats like a bird' when it is meant only that they eat very little. It is, perhaps, a start."

Snowball nods.

"I will try it. In any case, I must get back to work in the garden. Good luck with the clock."

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