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*Tim is walking backwards out of the staff wing, staring intently at the ceiling as he goes. In his hands is a bit of string, twisted into a cats cradle. Theres a good chance he's doing something magical, made even better of a chance by the fact that in places the string seems to have faded out of this dimension.*

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Having fun with that?

*He shakes hsi head.*

Naw... it keeps breaking.

::raises an eyebrow - she's not really sure how he can tell, but whatever:: Pity, that.
Got a minute?

*He nods, folding the strings together. For just a minute, the lines are all gone, none left... Then they're back and more tangled then before.*

fuck. Of course, how can i be of assistance?

I've got a bit of a problem I think you might be able to help me out with.

Shoot.

Bang bang.
::rather than giving him a straight answer, she hands over the sketchbook she's been conducting her experiments in, complete with labeled before-and-after Polaroids::

(OOC: Most recent thing in Jane's LJ is one of them; have been too lazy/sick to write up more, but there'd be two or three along the same lines.)

*Tim shuffles through the notebook, then looks up at her.*

Good still lifes?

::sighs; she should've known it'd take a little more explanation than that::
That's not the point. The point is, I'm apparently drawing the future, and I don't know why, and it's freaking me out, and I'd like it to stop happening.

*Ad something rings a bell somewhere in Tims head. But he ignores it.*

Reality Bleed.

...Do I even want to know?

*Tim sighs.*

Milliways is the intersection of pretty much everywhere. Being the instersection of the multiverse, it gets the weight of every world upon it. In effect, here in Milliways is more "Real" then anywhere else. Picture the multiverse as a sheet of rubber stretched out tight. Now imagine Milliways as a rock in the middle. It creates a depression, causing things to run downhill from other universe, to here, and so much random shit piling up results in leakage, people getting powers they shouldn't.

*And the mun pulled that right out of his ass. Impressive, no?*

That's lovely, but how do I make it stop?

(Impressive I'll grant you, but the rubber-sheet thing didn't help much when it came up in Discworld books either. XD)

*Tim shrugs.*

no clue. Set up a booth at your local ren fair and make a quick buck while it lasts?

((Damn prachett stealing all my ideas...))

Thanks, but I'd really rather not. Like I said, this is really freaking me out at the moment.

*Tim twiddles his thumbs.*

I could try and remove it. No gaurentees.

If you think you can without making it even worse or taking something else with it, then go ahead and try.

*Tim reaches out a hand...and feels a very familiar, if slightly twisted, magic. Oh. Shit. Now... does he tell the truth, or lie like a dog?*

I'm not sure...this magic is, ah so alien, it's, uhm, like nothing i've seen before... yeh... thats it.

You know, for some reason, I find that very hard to believe.

*Tim coughs, mentally tugs at a few strands of said magic, which will probably result in giving her double vision, then coughs.*

Ahem. Will you at least belive that i have absolutely no clue how to fix this mess?

::closes her eyes:: Well, you certainly seem to have found it easily enough... wait a minute.
::The pieces are falling together, and she's half wishing they weren't. Only half, though. She opens her eyes again, and doesnae look best pleased, really::
No, actually, I think I figured out how this whole mess started. And while I can understand that you were having issues at the time, why the hell are you lying about it now?

*Timc ringes.*

Because i have issues with women beating on me?

::if ever there was a facepalm-worthy moment...::
That's why you don't lie to them, genius. ::that last word might as well be dripping with sarcasm::

*Tim shrugs, looking innocent and cute.*

Worked before?

That tactic tends to be a resounding failure, with me.
...Look, if you get rid of it, I'll do my best to avoid trying to beat you into a pulp, all right?

*Tim backs up a couple of steps.*

Er... i can't.

Why. Not?

*Tim tries to tug at the magic again, but gets nothing.*

It's, uhm, twisted. knotted.

This might take a better explanation than that. Then again, it might take a better explanation than I'm really prepared to handle.
Is there at least a chance it'll go away?

*Tim peers at her again, tugs here, then there, then nods.*

Oh yeh... it's a self depriciating loop. The more you use it the more it fades..er.... unless you use it too much in one sitting, then it seems like it imbeds itself.

...Vaguely circular logic, that. Fitting.

*Tim shrugs.*

I'll do what i can but... well, short of ripping it and your higher mental functions out, I'm not sure i can.

That... sounds unpleasant enough to be ruled out immediately, really.

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