Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-29564364-20190727002116

Seeing that his characters were falling further and further behind everyone else's, TheHD decided to cut the novel he was writing and skip over the day in order to catch up to the other players.

A mysterious influence accelerates the time around Alex, and in thirty seconds, he had told the guard the complete story of how he stole a Dragon's treasure from it and and its army of Girl-in-the-box guards then had to find a Dark Mage powerful enough to transfer the enchantment from the chest to his backpack; bored himself to death helping people at the hospital for an hour during which time he distracted himself by thinking about the improvements he would make on his protptype; left said hospital early to explore the city, only to end up repairing an old lady's chimney that the propeller had destroyed, hoping that would count as community service; and finally, headed to the Crimson Brew to repair the hole he had made earlier and 'apologize' to the silver axe woman.

"This seems to be the place." Tesla says while Alex rolls up the map the guard gave him and puts it away in Clockedge's sheathe as none of his pockets were deep enough to hold it.

"Of course it is! As if I'd forget the place after mere hours." he says, pushing open the tavern's doors. "By the way, how much power do I have now?" he asks on his way to the counter, "Because without my equipment, I'll have to rely exclusively on you in case anything goes down."

"You have about six hours," the orb responds, "but let's hope they won't be necessary."

[Work in progress]

(Woops! Didn't mean to post that yet.)