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[malnosso]

Who: The Eccentric, along with anyone he meets.
What: Please see here!
When: MONDAY afternoon/evening.
Where: The central plaza, right where the portal was.
Summary: YOU MAY USE ACTION TAGS SHOULD YOU SO DESIRE. Characters are free to come across this strange little hologram.
Rating: Uhhh idk. Whatever happens. Probably not above PG.



[Where there once was a blue disc that stood as the "Gate" through which Lucetians could pass through, there is now a blue figure that has the appearance of a poor-quality hologram or a ghost. It's a little old man, and he's very eager to talk to anyone that passes by.]

Hello? Hello! Excuse me, could I ask you some questions?

Comments

[salvagedslayer.livejournal.com]

That... would be almost cute, if it weren't also a little dude, what've you been smoking?

Still. Aliens, right? What did Faith know about the weirdness and the wacko that came outta extraterrestrials? Step softly...

"Wha?"

...except when shit didn't make even half a lick of sense. "The four? What, there was a mistake with the letters and everything?"

[malnosso]

"Ah, with the numbers." He lifts a hand to his forehead, seemingly distraught. "I am so terrible at long-division, you see, and even with means by which I may check my calculations, I occasionally forget to carry the four. A terrible curse of mine."

[salvagedslayer.livejournal.com]

. . .

Seriously?

"So... the portal thing? It would've worked? If it weren't--rrrruff!--ugh, I mean if it weren't for the math bit?"

She frowned, wishing there was some way to grab this little old man-a-like by the shoulders and shake the answers outta him quicker. "What about our worlds back home? They still in danger?"