Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150525061428/@comment-25686329-20150529221016

((Jumping in with Annalog and Yankee!))

Annalog Tockman hadn't noticed the green light, the shift, anything. She had been sitting in the library for Grimm knows how long, oblivious. Granted, she was blasting music through a MirrorPod with headphones and her eyes closed; she wasn't usally that ignorant.

Her eyes shot open and she suddenly got the feeling something was very... very wrong.

She stood up from where she sat, and, following the confused noise, approached the group near the bookshelf.

She glanced around for a moment, eyes half closed from annoyance and boredom. She recognized the signature of the aura that still glittered in the air -- time.... spell? If there was one thing a Tockman could recgonize, it was when time was amiss.

"Congratulations, all." She said drly, stifling a yawn. "When exactly are we?"

She wasn't going to bother explaining how she got there, how long she'd been waiting, how she knew this was a time spell -- Annalog never explained anything if she could help it, much less herself.