Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-25686329-20141231045631

Plutarch made his way solemnly back to his dorm, but was stopped promptly by a frazzled looking Ticktania Tockman. Her signature 'tock'-ing seemed louder than usual.

"Wait a minute!" She almost literally barked. "Hey, shut up a second."

"Didn't say anything." Plutarch spat.

"I was talking to the narrator, or well, the Roleplayer..." she said. Plutarch looked confused. "Whatever... not important." she finished.

"Izzis a Wonderlandian thing?" Plutarch asked, honestly wondering.

"Yes and no. It's a Landbeyonder-Dictionopolis thing. Technically speaking I've broke the fourth wall no less than three times... now four." She said. "Again, not the point. It's been exactly 4.7634 minutes since you left that gym after kissing Calla--"

"Howdya know about that!!" Plutarch growled. He knew that he'd be made fun of, maybe this was the first blow.

"I've been listening to the narrators since you started moving for Mistletoe Alley -- WHICH leads me to my next point... Uhm... what was it...?" she said, tapping her forehead lightly, genuinely straining to find her train of thought again.. "Oh, yes, now I have it -- YOU'RE MAKING A HUGE MISTAKE!"

Plutarch stood there, shaking his head, both from confusion and slight anger.

"She thinks you were leading her on!" Ticktania bellowed.

"This ain't funny--" Plutarch began.

"R-R-R-G-H-O-R-R-A-H-F-F!!!" Ticktenia boomed. Her roar was halfway between a wolf's bark and the chiming boom of a grandfather clock. Plutarch flinched violently, finally allowing her to speak.

"Listen, Calla thinks you apologized because you were leading her on, when in reality, you were just apologizing because you thought you had embarassed her. She's kissed other guys, but she actually CARES about your kiss. She cares about YOU! Also, you totally made up for breaking that jar... and by made up, I mean MADE OUT!" Her voice was gaining fervor and volume. "Now, cowboy, GET THE HECK BACK IN THAT GYM and WOO HER!"

Plutarch sat paralyzed for a moment. Holy Spell, somebody actually liked him.

"Th-thank y-" He began.

"Get out of here, smart-arse!" Ticktania grinned, gripping him by the shoulders and turning him back in the direction of the gym. "You've got a girlfriend to land!"

Plutarch dashed off, a mix of bizzare confusion and blind happiness clouding all judgement. Ticktania dusted off her hands and wound the clock below her collarbone.

"I apologize, narrator." Ticktania said bluntly. "...but we need to end this thread soon, and I wasn't willing to take chances."

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Plutarch rushed back into the gym and found Calla within an instant. He gripped her by the shoulders and flipped her around until she faced him.

"I was apologizin' cause I thought I embarassed you. I wasn't leadin' you on. I had a real weird conversation with that puppy chick that sounds like a clock, and I realize now that only do I really like you, and I swear on my danged knife about that, I think you really like me!" He stood for a moment with bated breath. He secretly knew if he was lucky, if she truly did like him, he might get another kiss.