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Cass needed to flip something. This was turning into freakin' Groundhog Day and she did not want to be in the movie Groundhog Day.

Instead of her regular reaction, the holding of her breath and expecting the end, Lifen opted for a new reaction when she felt that unsettling feeling of time starting anew again, and the horsemen near her would have probably just heard this strangled little screech from the only woman in the lower circle to join this menagerie.

Going over to Senga, she almost grabbed the cloak right off his back for the pedestals, before looking up at the creature before them, uncertain about being offered chocolate in such a frustrating situation. Quietly, she watched from behind the Death Clansman, feeling really skeptical.

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Well. This was getting boring after so many goes. Invictus was looking less and less pleased every time the clock reset on them, and this time barely passed the other heirs a passing look as he moved towards Mark and the computer.

"I need to see something." he announced as he moved, loudly enough as to say that he was not actually attacking Mark. In fact, Mark was barely on the radar categorized as 'flashy squishy screamy thing'.

"Time keeper, I know you are here. How are you involved?" he asked as he moved towards that place where it seemed man had vanished in the direction of previously.

Mimsy was practicing a piercing glare into the sand beneath her when she felt a tug on her shirt. The sound of Lucky's voice was the only thing that saved him from being struck for touching her; that and the fact that the figure he'd pointed out was not someone she had seen in previous iterations of this loop. Could he travel in and out of it? Would he hold the key to subverting physics?

Presumably, this timeloop would begin again, so the majority of her actions would be of little to no consequence. She wanted answers, and Deus had taught her one thing about getting answers out of men.

And it was the wrong thing.

She hiked her shirt up just a bit, exposing hipbones and a stomach so pasty that they were almost too white too look at in this level of sunlight, tied her hair back again, and made her way through the sand towards the figure of interest.

"Hey, uh." She coughed, then raised her voice a little louder to call towards him. "...hand..some. Have you existed in this CTC--"

No, that was probably not going to make sense. "Have you been here this whole time?"

"Is that how your elders taught you? Medea isn't in on anything, more that I am the one who insisted, and so she did. Negotiations. Your questions are however, thankfully reasonable. These shoes you see, are getting kind of stuffy in this weather."

He seemed to be amused at some sort of joke that noone else really understood, "I knew I shouldn't have worn socks with them. What kind of person wears socks this weather? Did you know that it is actually hotter in Canada right now than it is in the Sahara, but we can all blame global warming. Well, it's pretty simple, as you guessed. Medea and I had a sort of disagreement, and here I am. I'd like to take something back, but of course, I wanted to see what the whole hub-bub was about you guys. Something about destroying vast quantities of Human resources, wanton destruction of lives, and Disneyland? You know they have amazing turkey legs there, considering that turkey legs are the number one seller of concession food at Disneyland, in California at least."

They winked and then tossed Rep the rest of the chocolate bar.

"Anyway where was I yes, Disneyland, destruction, massive waste of Human lives, Medea. So I guess if you trim all the dressing and fat, the question would very much be for you, Senga, Lifen, Shik, Invictus - yes I know Clockwork and I spend a lot of unnecessary time together but I guarantee I am more related to the sort of hands-on thing - the Protectors, and all those of the re-named Lost Clans: would you like a change of leadership?"

Al was wandering in a confused daze for quite some time... the last thing he remembered was a quick sharp pain in his chest and then nothing. At least it was better than being swallowed up by the ground... or rather the creature posing as the ground. He staggered in the direction of Rep. Everything was just so... strange.. so surreal. Was he eating chocolate now? Al reached out for him with a pitiful pout, "I... I don't think I can do this any more, man..."

Candace had been about to move closer to Mark to make sure he didn't run away again when a voice she hadn't heard this entire time reached her ears. The hell? A man in a suit in the middle of the Sahara. Right. Okay. This was perfectly normal in comparison to a lot of s**t that had happened today.

Why the ******** not.

Atropos chuckled. Will you humans ever cease to amuse me?

What..was that about Disneyland..? Candace was about to ask when she heard Mimsy coughing, turning to see what she was doing.

Oh my god.

Atropos' chuckling became an all out cackle. Candace sighed and shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and index finger. Wait, a change in leadership. Candace's hand fell away to give the suited figure an odd look, watching him toss Rep a chocolate bar. What the hell was going on here...