dramaturgy | Further adventures in Croaker/Stokes meta. Also a GIP, not that Flints have anything to do with it.

duchessdollydot: Clearly, I'm not meant to work with Croaker.

malecrit: *g*

kaesa: Croaker: I don't think anyone's meant to work with me, really.

kaesa: Croaker: Even I hate working with me.

midhenaer: Stokes: I don't like working with you too well either.

kaesa: Croaker: STOKES GET BACK TO WORK!

midhenaer: Stokes: ::uses his time turner to go back in time and tell his ickle self to not work in the DoM::

midhenaer: Ickle!Stokes: o_O Um. I have exams to take

midhenaer: Stokes: NO DON'T TAKE THE EXAMS

kaesa: Chava: What are you hanging around talking to that strange man for? Mum says I shouldn't talk to strangers. And we'll be late for exams!

midhenaer: Stokes: YOU'LL WORK IN A DEPARTMENT WITH A MADMAN WHO THREATENS TO NOT SIGN YOUR PAYCHECK

midhenaer: Ickle!Stokes: ... ::hides behind Chava:: ::whispers:: Hit him.

kaesa: Croaker: STOKES! YOU ARE BREAKING THE SPACE-TIME CONTINUUM! GET BACK HERE!

kaesa: Chava: ::kicks Stokes in the shins::

kaesa: Chava: GO AWAY OR I'LL HIT YOU LOTS! GO AWAY STRANGE KIDNAPPER MAN!

midhenaer: Ickle!Stokes: YEAH.

kaesa: Chava: GO AWAY OR I'LL CALL MY MUM! RARR!

midhenaer: Stokes: OW. ::limps away:: ::to Croaker:: They kick.

kaesa: Croaker: ...what?

malecrit: Wouldn't Stokes have known he was going to get kicked? I mean, if he remembered himself going back in time and talking to himself....

midhenaer: Stokes: CHAVA GOLDSTEIN. SHE KICKED ME.

kaesa: Croaker: ..who? The Auror?

kaesa: Croaker: You know you shouldn't bait them, they always get you back later.

midhenaer: Stokes: YES. Her. But she was little. I was little. And I hid behind her.

midhenaer: Stokes: Ha. I've been one up on her... forever.

kaesa: Croaker: ::rolls eyes:: Lay off the Alucinaire, Stokes.

midhenaer: Stokes: I HAVE!

kaesa: Croaker: Not long enough, apparently.

midhenaer: Stokes: :-[ ::goes back to work::