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Day: September 12th 2006
Sep. 13th, 2007 01:14 am"I think I'm going to have to take my social studies class over again next year, I just can't keep all of the countries and capitals straight." Tyler grumbled, looking at his homework having checked it over. Three weeks of doing it while stuck in Milliways and there were still mistakes, mostly in the foreign countries. "I keep getting the real countries mixed up with all the little island countries that supervillians run. Too many of them end in 'ania'."
Tyler's study partner, Tom, glanced up from his own textbook. History was an easy subject for him, given his metability. "Oh? Well, I could go back and have the mapmakers name them something easier to remember..."
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"You wouldn't really make them change the names, would you, Tom?" Tyler felt he was going to regret those words.
"It might be fun. But nah, It'd be too much work to shift that kind of thing around." Tom set his book down; really, what was the big deal about being able to go back in time?
"Shift it around?"
"Time isn't just a bunch of things that happen in a straight lines. Time is more like a long walk with rocks and trees and other stuff in the way. When people go around, or over them, or just shove them out of the way, that's what becomes history. I can move back and forth along the walk, and I can move some of the things there, changing parts of history's path, get it?" Tom leaned back and put his arms behind his head, waiting for a answer.
"...If I say 'yes', can we talk about something else?"
"Don't worry, even Dr. Positron had a hard time with it and he---" Tom broke off, looking at something behind Tyler.
"What's wrong?"
"Uh, nothing. Say! How about a break from social studies? Here, I've got some comic books from 1943."
"Really?" Tyler sat back as Tom handed him a copy of Amazing Comics, propping his feet on the table.
"Sure. If you get caught with them, you can say they're historical research," Tom said, getting up from the table. "I'll be right back."
Tyler leaned back, balancing his chair on its back legs, and immersed himself in the comic. A few pages in, somewhat predictably, he lost his balance and toppled backwards, flailing. Less predictably, he blurred and vanished.
A few seconds later, a stout, irate librarian appeared at the scene. A comic book was thrown to the side and someone's backpack was spilling out.
"Tyler Marlocke, this is completely unacceptable! I can't have students disappear and leave messes like this."
Tyler's study partner, Tom, glanced up from his own textbook. History was an easy subject for him, given his metability. "Oh? Well, I could go back and have the mapmakers name them something easier to remember..."
.
.
.
"You wouldn't really make them change the names, would you, Tom?" Tyler felt he was going to regret those words.
"It might be fun. But nah, It'd be too much work to shift that kind of thing around." Tom set his book down; really, what was the big deal about being able to go back in time?
"Shift it around?"
"Time isn't just a bunch of things that happen in a straight lines. Time is more like a long walk with rocks and trees and other stuff in the way. When people go around, or over them, or just shove them out of the way, that's what becomes history. I can move back and forth along the walk, and I can move some of the things there, changing parts of history's path, get it?" Tom leaned back and put his arms behind his head, waiting for a answer.
"...If I say 'yes', can we talk about something else?"
"Don't worry, even Dr. Positron had a hard time with it and he---" Tom broke off, looking at something behind Tyler.
"What's wrong?"
"Uh, nothing. Say! How about a break from social studies? Here, I've got some comic books from 1943."
"Really?" Tyler sat back as Tom handed him a copy of Amazing Comics, propping his feet on the table.
"Sure. If you get caught with them, you can say they're historical research," Tom said, getting up from the table. "I'll be right back."
Tyler leaned back, balancing his chair on its back legs, and immersed himself in the comic. A few pages in, somewhat predictably, he lost his balance and toppled backwards, flailing. Less predictably, he blurred and vanished.
A few seconds later, a stout, irate librarian appeared at the scene. A comic book was thrown to the side and someone's backpack was spilling out.
"Tyler Marlocke, this is completely unacceptable! I can't have students disappear and leave messes like this."
