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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*And the landlord said
" Let There Be Tim "
And there was a multitude of Tim
Tim as far as the eye could see
But it Turned out to be a Glitch
And soon there was but one Tim.
And it was the real Tim, or at least as real as Milliways gets. He pauses a moment to shake his head, trying to clear away after images of himself as he leans against the doorjam to the lake.A sheet of water cascades from his hair door his body, vanishing into steam before it touches the floor. Clearly all has not been dealt with quite yet. He places one foot carefully in front of the other as he enters the bar, doing his best to keep control of whatever is affecting him. He snags a passing wait rat neatly with his mind.*

Scuse me. Al, right? I need a drink. I am not sure what kind. It is yey tall, mainly blue with a core of red, and smells like the color purple. Thank you.

*And he sets the rat down to do its work.*

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[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick has not met Tim for a while. But there is something familiar that he can't identify, so he walks over and presents Tim with one of the cookie bags.

"Happy Saint Nicholas' Day, sir."

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*Tim looks at Nick. He cocks his head, peering at the bag. His neck lengthens slightly so he can get a good look, then returns to normal. See? much more control.*

S'what?

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick rolls his eyes a bit but there's more smile than anything.

"Saint Nicholas. It's his feastday today. He's my patron saint...so I figured I'd use this as an excuse to celebrate a little...and give people cookies, of all things, as the tradition demands."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim blinks.*

Cookies?

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick points to the bag still in his hand.

"Cookies. Fresh baked this morning. Still warm, actually. Made 'em myself."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim accepts the bag, sniffing it.*

Er.. what kind Nick?

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

"Secret recipe..."

And then he considers what he probably knows about him.

"No blood, I promise."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim lifts the back above his head, tilting said head back and lowering his jaw. It lowers far enough to fit the whole bag...w hich happens, as Tim lowers the entire thing in. He swallows once, and the jar goes back in place. Tim makes a face.*

Erg.... okay, that was not fun. Ack. Tastes good though.

[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

::Jane, having sat down at a table some time previously, smirks when she sees Tim enter and heads over::
Hey. You all right?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim looks at her. There is a slight fade, and his left sleeve hangs loose, his arm gone.*

Oh, pretty good. Y'know.

[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

::raises an eyebrow:: I don't think I'm even gonna ask, this time.
And by the way, Aubrey and PeeJee were back earlier. They might still be around, but I'm not sure.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*The rat scurries back, bearing the odd drink. A tentacle snakes out of his empty sleeve to snag the drink. Tim takes a deep whiff, then frowns.*

No no no, this smells like Violet, not Purple. please take it back. Beware the piggy.

*He screws his face up, concentrating, and the tentacle slowly forms back into an arm.*

I seem to be expieriencing a severe problem with my life.

[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

...You don't say.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim nod vigourously. His head seperates from his neck and drops to the floor. He stares up at her.*

Ah... yes, i do.

[artsmartscarlet.livejournal.com]

::This is giving her enough of a headache as it is; she can't imagine having to deal with all that stuff happening. And she's got a pretty damned weird imagination as it is::
Yes, I'd rather figured as such, that's why the sarcasm...
You know, I'm suddenly very glad I'm the normal one around here.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* A flash of red! *

* An energetic red blob slows by Jane. It orbits her head a few times and then dives down, slipping silently onto her back and fading away *

* After a few minutes of idle time while Jane sits, the linelet gets bored and shoots out a translucent red trail behind her anyway. It fades promptly. So the blob sends out another streamer. They don't extend very far, and they ghost away after a few seconds *

* Even this doesn't amuse the linelet for very long. It sucks itself in deeply, becoming a deep red dot in the middle of her shoulder blades. After holding the density for as long as it can, it pushes out with all its might, creating two parallel red trails which fade equally as fast, but are nonetheless quite impressive *

* the line is pretty proud of itself and decides to stick with this duplicitous quirk. It rests *

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim stares up at her, his blue eyes glittering.*

Aye, ye are thee normal one, ain choo? Maybe we shoul chan....

*There is a flash, and Tims head is back on his body, coughing. But somethign ahs changed in Jane, she just don't know it yet.*

[mnt_raph]

*Raph calls over from where he sits at the bar*

Timmy. A word.

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*Tim holds upa finger, motioning for Raph to give hima minute. As he's doing this though, Tims Voice comes from the other side of Raph.*

Actually, Timmy is a name, to be strict about it.

*Yup, theres another Tim standing there. This one appears to be ballancing a fishbowl on his head. God alone knows why.*

[mnt_raph]

*Raph is unnerved*

The second was a command with an implied noun, not a discription of the previous word.

*Yes, it sounds pretty ridiculous*

Now pull yourself together, we need to talk.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim grips himself, pulling hard, and he becomes even skinnier, shrinking downwards.*

Ah... i think I'm together.

*As the other Him continues talking blissfully with nick.*

[mnt_raph]

*Raph rolls his eyes, suddenly thankful that Mike is contained within the laws of physics*

Look, you really scared Alanna the other night. What the hell is up with you?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim grows back to normal size, then looks upwards, then back at raph. He does this the easy way, letting his head roll backwards, so his face comes up from the neck area to look at Raph again.*

Uhm?

[mnt_raph]

OH well, it it's just Uhm...then there's nothing to worry about..is there?

*He says folding his arms in a very no-nonsense sort of way*

[http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/]

Ron rushed up, looking as if he needed to talk about something pressing. "Tim," he said, "I need to talk to you about-WHAT the bloody hell happened to you?"