08∙00∙00 ☇ action.

[saidrepent]

[Ever since that unfortunate curse from last week, Raymond has been doing his best to avoid the network completely; he doesn't know if he can put up with any further ridicule. He would be doing his best to avoid people in general, as well, but after the worsened ticking from this past week, he's put himself in the habit of staying out among the crowd as much as he possibly can.

Just in time for the already large crowds to swell this weekend, it seems.

He looks out from his spot near the fountain with a heavy sigh. With any luck no one will notice him, but he hasn't counted on luck in quite some time.]

(OOC: open to fourth-wall harassment, hit him up!)

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[clownishly]

[First the red nosed white faced beast isn't there. Then a large lumbering armored whozzit passes by and suddenly the red nosed white faced beast is there. Nobody else seems to acknowledge him, no one seems to see the clown in bright colors carrying balloons. But he notices Raymond Leon and he's looking right at him from across the street.]

[saidrepent]

[Well.

That's more than mildly unsettling.

Still, Raymond isn't about to purposefully acknowledge him from all the way over here. If the clown wants to start something, that's his prerogative.]

[clownishly]

[IS IT STARING CONTEST TIME? IT SOUNDS LIKE IT IS.]

[saidrepent]

[Maybe. But Raymond doesn't last too long before making a face and looking elsewhere.

He doesn't even have a particular opinion on clowns, but this is just creepy.]

[clownishly]

5...4...

[That's a countdown, Raymond, and with each number a balloon pops loud and clear. Clear only to Raymond anyway.]

[saidrepent]

[Okay, that's bizarre enough to catch his attention. He wonders why no one else seems to notice; perhaps the other people of the City are simply more used to this sort of thing than he is. But then again...

Just what the hell is going on?]

[clownishly]

3...2...1!

[When the final balloon pops the clown sort of jolts and flails before dropping to the ground, 'dead.']

[saidrepent]

[What.

There's no way anyone would just keep walking by after something like that, right? Something definitely isn't right here. At worst, it could be some bizarre trap.

Still...

He draws his gun out — just in case — and approaches. He has to find out what the hell is going on.]

[clownishly]

[Come on Raymond you've seen a scary movie once or twice right? You know the second you get too close to the body it's just going to pop back up and getcha.]

[saidrepent]

[He hasn't, actually, so he doesn't. But that lack of knowledge isn't going to keep him from putting his gun away as he draws near.]

You all right?

[clownishly]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[RIGHT UP IN YOUR FACE, RAYMOND. Before the clown POPS too in a loud bang, leaving shreds of bright clothes and hair on the ground. Clown no more.]

[saidrepent]

[OH JESUS GOD—

Raymond is sent back with a shout, gun automatically swinging around to aim at the thing dead-on — but it's already too late.

What the fuck just happened?

He doesn't have much time to think on it, though; people in the street are already giving him odd looks. He eyes his gun for a moment before putting it away, pushes a hand through his hair, and takes a deep breath as he turns to walk away. He needs to get out of here. (And ask Dr. McCoy if those meds include hallucinations as a side effect, because really, what the fuck.)]

[minutus]

[Spotting a Timekeeper in a crowd would usually be a good reason to steer well away, but Fortis is well aware of his current predicament - in that he has no clue where the hell he is, a lot of the people around him don't have clocks, and Timekeeper Raymond is the only familiar face he can spot.

Still, his manner's just as cocky as usual as he saunters up.]

Well, well. Always a Timekeeper around when you need one, eh?

[saidrepent]

[Of course Raymond is surprised when he spots the familiar face, but it quickly passes; with the strange circumstances of this weekend in particular, it was probably only a matter of time before someone else with a clock showed up.

No, he needs to be on his guard, and he needs to do it without letting this thug onto it. His clock may be frozen here, but he doesn't know if that means his remaining time can't be taken.]

I'd think you'd be the last person to need a Timekeeper. But yes, that sounds about right.

[minutus]

[He makes a tsking noise, shaking his head.]

Shouldn't go downplaying the strength of the law like that. [Not that Fortis usually thought much of their strength, but then, they normally left him well alone.] Everything's got its place, and I have nothing but the greatest respect for order.

[As long as he was always where he was meant to be on the ladder, a vulture picking off the scraps and weaklings at the bottom of the pile.]

[saidrepent]

That may change once you figure out the order here isn't quite the same. [Not that there's any reason to let him on to the fact that the same applies to himself.]

Did you actually need me, or did you just feel like having a chat?

[minutus]

Don't have the time for me, Timekeeper? Cause I'm figuring out that this doesn't look like any time zone I've seen before. [Not that he's actually seen any other zones, but no one had to know that.] And, well, [He shifts his shoulders, straightening his jacket.] I don't seem to be losing anything for the trip here.

[saidrepent]

[Look at how not impressed he is.]

Good for you. Why don't you walk around, then, see the sights? Take your time. [And leave him out of it.]

[minutus]

[Oh, now he knows you're trying to get rid of him. Raymond. If he wasn't curious before, he definitely is now.]

Ah, is that what you're doing here? [He makes a play at looking like he's thinking about it for a moment, before coming to the conclusion:] Odd, that. You never seemed like the sightseeing type. Always in such a rush.

[saidrepent]

Now, when did I say that? [Raymond is still doing a fairly impeccable job at keeping his feathers from being visibly ruffled.] Something tells me you're reading a little too much into things, Minuteman. I wonder why that could be.

[practicallyperfect]

[Beaked umbrella in hand and hat upon her head she is making her way about the City. With not much to do she may feed the birds.]

How do you do.

[saidrepent]

[That certainly isn't an everyday sight. Then again, he supposes there's little in this city that could be considered otherwise.

He nods to her.] Just fine, ma'am.

[practicallyperfect]

You look as though you have been sitting here awhile.

[She comes closer. Prim, proper in her way yet somehow managing a casual enough ease to speak to a stranger without an introduction.]

[saidrepent]

[He offers her a polite smile in response.] That might be because I have been.