Open Unpopcorning RP!
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hh_mirrorThe first thing that Jonathan Teatime realised was that he was alive. This rather pleased him; it was the sort of thing one ought to notice.
The second thing that he noticed was that he was in a room that was almost certainly not located with in Ankh-Morpork. It was possible, of course; but the style of furniture, the hew, shade and even type of stone, and the definite sense of some odd, unfamiliar magic - not Disc magic - added together to make it quite likely that this was somewhere else entirely.
At any rate, it was somewhere Teatime could safely say he had never seen before in his life.
How he'd managed to find himself here was another matter. He'd had a brief glimpse of what it was to be dead, enough to make him fairly sure that he had returned to life. Again. But he had to admit this, too, might not be the case; actually BEING dead was a subject he had never delved too deeply into. Perhaps there were degrees of deadness. It was possible he was still -slightly- deceased, but not quite deceased enough to be a zombie.
And there was another possibility, of course. If he hadn't died the first time, and he hadn't died now...
Teatime grinned his huge, unhinged Jack O'Lantern grin and bounced down out of the room he was in. Wherever he was, he was sure he'd have LOTS of fun.
The second thing that he noticed was that he was in a room that was almost certainly not located with in Ankh-Morpork. It was possible, of course; but the style of furniture, the hew, shade and even type of stone, and the definite sense of some odd, unfamiliar magic - not Disc magic - added together to make it quite likely that this was somewhere else entirely.
At any rate, it was somewhere Teatime could safely say he had never seen before in his life.
How he'd managed to find himself here was another matter. He'd had a brief glimpse of what it was to be dead, enough to make him fairly sure that he had returned to life. Again. But he had to admit this, too, might not be the case; actually BEING dead was a subject he had never delved too deeply into. Perhaps there were degrees of deadness. It was possible he was still -slightly- deceased, but not quite deceased enough to be a zombie.
And there was another possibility, of course. If he hadn't died the first time, and he hadn't died now...
Teatime grinned his huge, unhinged Jack O'Lantern grin and bounced down out of the room he was in. Wherever he was, he was sure he'd have LOTS of fun.
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Date: 2007-05-12 12:37 am (UTC)"I'm a student again? How odd. May I inquire as to what I am studying? I have already graduated from a very good school, you see." Stephen's remark about the scuffle made Teatime blink; he'd almost forgotten the deep gash across his upper body. He held up one hand, examining the patterns of spilled blood with his usual lighthouse grin. "And Miss Susan studies here too?" he asked casually.
That would spare the bother of hunting her down, after all. Although Teatime was the kind of person who tended to find the things he was looking for - and fast.
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Date: 2007-05-12 12:45 am (UTC)"I do," she said, resisting a childish urge to grimace at him. "Though I'll thank you to stay the hell away from me." The way he was examining his hand was...more than disturbing, really. The blood wasn't enough to make her ill, but the expression, the intent on his face, nearly was.
She looked at Stephen, a look that said quite clearly, Ow, ow, let's go, and am I in trouble? She was. She knew it. Bugger.