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                            ४ @mobiustm we're getting a little spoiler-y! bewarned ye who enter here !

they were never truly going to be used to timeslipping. it hurt more than anything they'd felt before -- thanos' torture, pruning, the uru end of thor's hammer. but they don't have time to focus because they're out in the fresh air a moment alfter being inside the tva and --

well, that's not something they've seen before. a giant ... noodle of a balloon flailing in the wind. they'd laugh at how it seemed to mock them if they weren't trying to keep themselves from slipping again. grasping desperately at the weak magic of earth - or they assumed earth -- in a desperate hope it could keep them present. while they're not sure if that's what does it, they do seem to be staying for the moment.

as they take a few shallow breaths, staring at the ground beneath their feet until they feel stable. if only physically. they flip their hair back and look around. a fwe voices behind them too muffled to understand what they're saying but no one seemed to notice they'd just appeared from thin air.

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Jotunheim;  a  realm  of  ice,  darkness,  &  little  else.  It  wasn’t     always  like  this.  But  few  knew  that.  All  before  was  a  time  long  since  past.  Long  before  the  war  with  the  Asgardians.  That  was  the  time  of  their  birth  ━  right  on  the  cusp  of  the  end  of  the  ferocious  battle  that  would  leave  this  world  in  ruin  for  the  millennia.   to  follow. Suppose  if  they  had  to  imagine  they’d  thought  whoever  had  birthed  them  must  have  been  killed  by   Asgardians.  It  would  make  sense.  Though  its  not  something  they  thought  about  too  much. 

This  little  man.  He  had  been  out  in  the  snow.  Lost  among  the  ice.  He  was  lucky  the  others  hadn’t  found  him.  He  would  have  made  quite  the  morsel  for  any  passing  Jotun.  An  easy  snack.  Perhaps  they  should  have  felt  the  same  but  curiosity  outweighs  hunger  in  their  instance,  lucky  for  Mobius.  He  must  have  been  a  traveller  from  another  realm.  They  know  not  which.  Nor  do  they  know  why  he  would  come  to  world  as  lost  as  Jotunheim.  Hence  the  fasciation. 

[ REST ] sender places their head in receiver’s lap

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It seemed, at least to Ravonna, like the length of the work days had nearly doubled since the multiverse explosion. Perhaps they had, time being what it was in the TVA. She was always near exhaustion, only unhealthy amounts of coffee and sheer determination pushing her forward day after day.

She hadn't, however, been paying much attention to how the workload increase had been affecting everyone else. She assumed they were all, like her, pushing through, but didn't think to ask anyone how they were faring.

Until, that is, she couldn't ignore it anymore. She sat in her dim office, eyes glazing over at the paperwork in front of her, when Mobius entered her office without knocking, kicking the door closed with his foot. Wordlessly, he walked over to her, pulled the file from her hands, threw it on the coffee table, sat sideways on the couch and leaned back until his head was in her lap.

Amora walked in a few circles slowly about the room, reaching out to petulantly knock a few things off of desks, huffing.