#wss366 06/21 #Punch #TimeManager Part 22
#TimeTravelAuthors #Safe

A short Mayan arrived with fruity drinks in pottery bowls for each guest and a dish of fried mealy worms for Raven.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Castaneda said. The man lightly punched his shoulder and flashed a smile full of white teeth.

“Punch,” Casting said, waving at the drinks. “Sorry, ice is a luxury.”

Raven checked for a drunk worms, and finding none, pecked at his dish. “Crakkeee, Holy Hot Tamales!” He practically immersed his head in a drink, gulping it down. “Krackers, what kind of God-forsaken unsafe chiles did you use?”

“Their local, quite the punch.”

Poe and TM watched, amazed.

#wss366 06/05 #league #TimeManager Part 21
#TimeTravelAuthors 6/05 Meeting yourself

Castaneda sipped his drink and tossed Raven a worm.

Poe glared but was silent.

“I’ve always wondered what happens if you meet yourself time-traveling,” Castaneda said.

“Depends on how,” the Raven said, hoping for another drunk worm reward.

“How so?”

“You can’t; don’t listen to Raven,” TM interrupted.

“Can too,” Crow squawked. “Ask Poe. Lass did it.”

“That’s different. It’s done using a razor-sharp pendulum,” Poe said.

“That’s leagues different,” TM finished.

“And they say Aztecs are barbarous,” Castaneda said.

“Poe’s a barber, has a sharp razor. Crockidy,” a drunk Raven screamed. “Worm!”

Castaneda fished a worm from his mezcal.
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#wss366 06/04 #jubilee #TimeManager Part 20
#TimeTravelingAuthors 6/13 Oldest character (This post originated in the future and has time-traveled to appear here.)

“Why the JUBILATION?” Poe asked.

“Thousandth jubilee of Xiuhtecuhtli’s birth,” Castaneda said.

“Thousand years, spring chicken,” TM jumped in.

“No, 52,000. The thousandth JUBILEE.” Trap sprung, Castaneda’s smirk told a story.

TM mentally calculated (50X1,000=50,000), “Clever, but JUBILEE are 50-year celebrations.

“I figure you wouldn’t know, Xiuhmolpilli, the binding of years, which is 52 years.”

“You got us, trickster,” Raven said.

“Raven, how old are you?” Castaneda asked.

“Not created yet in 1500AD. Born 1845. Ccreee—see—cree.” Raven’s equivalent to a smirk. Trap sprung.

“TM?” Castaneda asked.

“Old as poetry in the hills.” His eye dials jiggled in mirth.

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#wss366 06/03 #Retire #MastoPrompt #Carnival #TimeManager Part 19

“Pweese can I have a worm?” Raven pleaded.

“Just one,” Poe said.

“You’re no fun.” Raven flew to TM’s shoulder. “Pretty pweese.”

TM shook his head. “Remember the CARNIVAL. After one, you talked about retiring. Two, you sang Margarita Town over and over. Third, you passed out.”

“Pweeese.”

“Sometimes I wish you would RETIRE,” Poe said.

“Awk. Crek. It’s that two-timing, blushing, retiring dove. Cerrek Fake modesty! Fallen dove. Creky.”

“Here’s my house.” Castaneda waved his arm at a limestone block building on the central square. “If we RETIRE to the roof, we can drink and safely watch the festival.”

#wss366 06/02 Holiday 065/0127 #Heaven #TimeManager Part 18

“You’re in luck. Today’s a HOLIDAY festival,” Castaneda said.

“Danger. Danger. Will Robinson,” Raven shrieked. “Aren’t you going to warn us not to accept invitations to play sports?”

“Why would I do that?” Castaneda asked.

“You might end up in HEAVEN. Zeroed, if you get my meaning.”

“Well, that’s not quite where you end up if you lose.”

“Don’t trust this guy!” Crow said.

“We haven’t taken a HOLIDAY from our reason. We won’t,” Poe said.

A short, dark woman ran up, presenting them with flowers and a cloudy, strong-smelling drink.

“Creek. Crickey. Craw. I want the worm!” Crow yelled.

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#wss366 5/27 #Bush #TimeManager Part 16

“I see your friends with Tigeress,” a smoke-shadowed man with an antler headdress said.

Poe looked dubious, immune to his charms, a trait not shared by TM.

“Why yes? Who might you be?” TM asked.

“Call me ‘Castaneda.’ Come, I’ll show you something interesting.” The man’s smile, inscrutable.

Too late, Raven shrieked, “Don’t!” TM had taken Poe’s hand, and they were off to a new time/space location.

Before them, on a barren hill, was a bush decorated with bright black, yellow, and orange strips of cloth, jaguar skulls beneath — and human hearts.

“You’ve done it now,” Crow shrieked, feathers ruffled.

Note: 32% for 15th-century Aztec.

#wss366 5/26 An unnamed president. #TimeManager Part 15

“There you are, sweety,” Tigeress said. Coming over. I’m off to a 23rd-century demon summoning. We have business with Hitler, Stalin, and an unnamed early 21st-century president.

“I think not,” Poe said quickly.

“Too bad. The priestess is a real TRUMP, a great gal.”

She pulled out a deck of cards, separated the TRUMP cards, and made a pattern on the ground with them. Before going, she winked at Poe, saying, “If you’re ever in the neighborhood of the 28th-century, look me up. You’re just my type.”

“Watch out, boy, she’ll chew you up,”* Raven sang.

“Thanks,” Poe said.
(Puff)

* Curtesy of Daryl Hall & John Oates

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#wss366 5/25 #Brown #TimeManager Part 14

“There’s the woman we came with,” Raven’s beak pointed toward a woman with long, black-streaked, tawny-brown hair, sweeping down her back.

TM called, “Miss, we’ve been looking for you.”

She turned, revealing a tiger-face.

Gnarly Bad Things dog-whistled and sang:

          Eya, yma hi ow tos
          Hi yw lonchyer an den

Raven thoughtfully translated:

          Oh-oh, here she comes*
          She’s a maneater

“Crap,” Raven said.

“That’s who we came with?!” Poe asked.

“We’d had a wee bit to drink,” TM replied.

Raven croaked, singing (badly),

          She’ll only come out at night
          The lean — and hun-gry type

“You don’t say,” Poe said dryly.

* Curtesy of Daryl Hall & John Oates

Note: The next part, Part 15, might be filtered because of a word that sounds like an unnamed president.

#wss366 #Legion 5/22 (#TimeManager Part 12)

Unsigned contract in hand, Poe looked around. The light from the bonfire cast a ruddy glow over the LEGION of odd creatures doing a line dance around it.

Breaking away from the dance, a giant humanoid with gnarled knees and elbows approached. It was wearing a t-shirt reading “LEGION of the Damned.”

“Ty ow kelwel ama?” he said. “Dynnergh dhis.”

Poe looked up at him, and TM’s eyes spun with astonishment.

Unastonished Raven replied, “My hanow yw Nara Moore; yma Poe gans me. Hag an tus hav owelyow a ‘ros hag eur yw Mergh-Tyams. Yma ni ow kelwel ev TM.”

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“Me a veu Tra Drôk Gamm,” Giant said.

“What’d he say?” Poe tapped Raven with the contract.

““Welcome. My name is “Gnarly Bad Thing.” — And I forgith your signature on that contract if you hit me again.”

Raven escaped to TM’s shoulder.

TM greeted Raven. “Ah, now, ‘Man, who’s got the eyes of wheel an’ hour,’ is it? Well, thank ye kindly. I’ve a fondness for that sort o’ talk. You’ve a grand way with the Cornish.”

“My head hurts,” Poe said, pulling out an empty laudanum bottle, then clutched his head.

“Crarrrk crrak crek,” Raven chortled.

TM translated “Raspberry.”

#MiddleCornish #Cornish
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#TimeTravelAuthors 6/15 Character who's least likely to time travel.
#TimeTravelAuthors 6/17 Excerpt: #Justice
#wss366 #Easy 6/17 (#GhostOfTimeTrave Part 1)

That’d be me, the “Wee Lass,” from the beginning of #TimeManager.

(Call that pantsing, rambling, toot, drabble fiction, even a story? It’s EASILY the worst story on the Fedi.)

I got my wish to be in two places simultaneously, but not the way I expected. No time travel involved.

Now invested with the power of the TimeTravelAuthors prompt, I summon a time-traveling ghost. I’ll get JUSTICE (revenge) from Poe and the Time (Project) Manager.

Consider this a prologue to another terrible, pantsing, etc., fiction. If you’ve a low nonsense-tolerance, filter on #GhostOfTimeTravel. Twofer filter #NMTTW

Muahahaha, Hehaw, cough, cough, cough.

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#wss366 #Lick 5/16 #Easy 6/17 (#TimeManager Part 10)

Poe awoke, clutching his head, thinking, “EASY on the cocktails next time.”

Around a bonfire pranced lizards, toads, stags, and creatures more grotesque.

“Where the hell!?”

TM answered, “A smal wicche bad us hoom, 1150.”

Poe’s bedraggled raven added, “Þis is BYFAR þe wierdeste þing þat ich evere seye.”

“You’re not making a LICK of sense,” Poe said. “Translate!”

Raven obliged. “A wee witch invited us home to 1150.” I said, “This is EASILY the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“A witches’ Sabbath!!!” Poe exclaimed.

“Nay, a fest of disgisynges,” a goat-footed man explained.

Raven translated, “Nay, a costume party.”

#MiddleEnglish

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#wss366 #Code 5/15 (Part 9)

Nara Moore (Raven, not author) lay belly-up next to half a blackbird.

Poe had switched to Moscow Mules, to the bartender’s disgust.

His cups and spills formed abstract poetry, symbolic of Poe’s mind.

“TM, when y-y-you st-st-art CODEing?”

“Someone saw a wee poem I penned.” He shrugged.

“When y-y-yo-you become project man-manager?”

“They said me work was a CODE.”

He drew a sample in a spill: “for(int L15= iv345;*PtrV51;L15++){*V111= V227+*PtrV45;V111++;}”

“NM, he wr-ote that dr-drunk!” Poe said to his comatose friend.

“Nother ‘Morning Glory Fizz’ and ‘Time Traveler’ fer me friend.” Me dr-un-un-k CODE still makes s-s-s-sense.

Poe exclaimed, “Not!”

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#wss366 #Hand 5/13 (Part 8)

Poa looked at the chalked “Specials” list.

1690: Flip
1830: Sazerac
1890: Bijou
1900: Clover Club
1920: Bismarck
1927: Boulevardier
1930: Barraquito
1934: Monkey’s HAND
1944: Mai Tai
2008: Paper Plane

Wha?

TM HANDed Poe a cocktail. “Sidecar, 1918. Menu? To make time traveler comfortable.”

Poe’s raven squawked, “Blackbird, Want Blackbird.”

The bartender held out their HAND, “ID, 18+ only.”

“1845, 1845,” the Raven croaked.

“No ID, no drink.”

“I’ll vouch for him. I wrote him on a midnight dark and dreary.”

The Bartender reluctantly handed Poe a Blackbird, saying “Come again soon.”

The raven screamed, “Never More, Never More.”

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#wss366 #Foot 5/12 (Part 7)

“Here it is,” TM said.

Sure enough, hidden in the shadows, a sign read, “The Midnight Hour,” and in smaller print, “Morning regrets are a thing of the future.”

A FOOT-faced woman took their cover. Poe, who saw stranger things in nightmares, thought nothing of it.

“Show me your FEET,” FOOT said.

“Lepie, stop it. Poe’s my friend.” Then to Poe, “Lepie is a wee FOOT fetishist. Put your FEET within a FOOT of her. She’ll lick them. Possibilities, aye?”

Ignoring, Poe pointed at a sign above the bar.

“Freak Out On Thursdays—½ price wells.”

“Cute, ‘F.O.O.T.,’” he said.

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#TimeManager

#wss366 #Face 5/10 #TimeManager (Part 6) "Mexican Radio"

Poe looked at the building’s north FACE. “You sure this is the place?”

“Sure, it’s famous. All Night Radio used to broadcast from here,” TM replied.

          I hear the talking of the DJ.
          Can’t understand him. What does he say?

Amusement showed on Poe’s FACE. “All Night Radio is a Japanese band. You’re thinking of ‘Mexican Radio’ by Wall of Voodoo, 1983.”

          “I’m on a Mexican radio.”

Poe sang a snatch.

“Wow, you know your music.”

“It was Evangeline’s favorite.”

“Sweet dreams are made of these,” TM quoted. “‘Eurythmics,’ also 1983—and you, my friend, should lay off the opium.”

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Mexican Radio https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyCEexG9xjw
Sweet Dreams https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5_asj1BGFs

#wss366 #Ask #scribesandmakers 5/9 #TimeManager (Part 5)

“Poe, what are you doing up so late?” Time Manager ASKed.

“Writing, banging on my keyboard.”

TM looked over Poe’s shoulder.

          >> Seabubble: When can you visit?

“What are you really doing?”

“Chatting up a mermaid. I said I was born at the sea. That interested her. Don’t blow my secret.”

“That’s a big ASK, but sure.”

“And what is the Time Manager doing up so late?”

“The night-hours were getting a wee wild, so I stayed up to lecture them.”

“Did they listen?”

“No, but they invited me out for a drink at a nightclub.”

To be continued

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