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[clockarmageddon.livejournal.com]

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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[ancient-servant.livejournal.com]

Khayman has been lurking, on and off, all this time.

"That thing yours?" he asked.

[withamagicword]

Billy approaches slowly, with Cassie.

At about four feet out, he stops, then closes his eyes.

Cassie pulls him in and they hug and kiss, and conduct a whispered conversation, and then he nods again.

He steps forward, alone and walks to the clock.

"I will... I give my magic, all of it, powers to spells, all that is magic within me. Take it, and be done with it."

[fated-fox.livejournal.com]

He stares a the thing. For the second time now he's staring at the clock.

This is the agent of our destruction, the fox says, sensing only evil behind it.

"You say this device is intended to slay us all?"

The shakings get steadily stronger with each passing day, and they only started around the time this object appeared. I certainly do not remember any shakings before this device appeared.

"We were not always in the bar, lir. Who is to say there were no tremors during the time we were absent?"

That is true, but surely I would have sensed something amiss upon our returns. As for the present, if the tremors increase as they intend to, there will be nothing left to stop them from tearing this place apart and killing everyone in it.

Sobering thought.

[scapepig]

Snowball approaches the clock cautiously, not having seen Billy earlier.

"You, Mr Clock, are a pain in the backside. I offer you my ability to talk to humans, and beg of you to spare the only place I have left to call home."

He waits to see if his offering will be accepted.

[doc-venkman.livejournal.com]

Peter stared at the clock. He really hated that thing.

The note caught his eye. Good, about time. He put his name, and figured to speak to a few people he knew. Either Giles or maybe that FBI lady might want info on this.

"So there's a way to put a kibosh on the doom fiesta, huh?" He asked out loud, even though he vaguely noticed the guy sitting near the clock.

He glanced over toward him, "Don't tell me that oversized alarm clock belongs to you?"

[terror-soars.livejournal.com]

It's easy enough to ignore earthquakey doom when you can fly. But it's the end result that has a certain robot nervous.

The robot reads the note and the sign-up sheet, then glares at Urza. Not that he knows who Urza is, but Urza's closest. And it might not be wise to glare at the clock.