[center][h1][color=Goldenrod]Parr[/color][/h1][/center] Parr had just left his interview with the admissions officer when he noticed a colorful flyer pinned to a bulletin board on the waiting room wall. [i]“Welcome Party for the Class of 4997”[/i] it announced. [color=Goldenrod]“Jubilation!”[/color] he exclaimed, his tail wagging happily. [color=Goldenrod]“That sounds like wonderful fun!”[/color] He checked the time. [color=Goldenrod]“Hmm, it’s already gotten underway, but if I hurry I shouldn’t miss too much.”[/color] Then he noted the date. [color=Goldenrod]“Oh, fliddleflam! It would appear that I missed the party by a full day! Not to worry, though!”[/color] he announced to no one in particular. [color=Goldenrod]“Everything shall be made right with the aid of my temporal compressor!”[/color] Not wasting another second, the canine produced a strange device that looked somewhat like an hourglass. Its twin crystal orbs contained not sand, but rather a pair of complex gyroscopes, which spun and whirled at a dizzying speed. After holding it aloft for all of the room’s non-existent occupants to see, he pressed an elaborate activation rune on its base, after which the entire universe appeared to come apart at the seams. For the briefest of moments, sounds were colors, colors were sounds, day was night, night was day, people’s insides were on their outsides, and outside the bounds of the multiverse, an entire pantheon of eldritch beings was sucked from their vast, extradimensional realm and squeezed between the teeth of a small mouse. But only for the briefest of moments. Then, the inconceivable insanity collapsed back into relative normality. The “relative” part must be stressed here, for although Parr, along with some of the other late arrivals, were now a full day in the past (and, indeed, had [i]always been[/i] a full day in the past), the new historical narrative was not without its fair share of, shall we say, [i]incongruities[/i]… For instance the admissions officer was quite unsure if a certain possessed applicant had provided her application during an interview, or if she had used a portal to deliver said application via slimy tentacle. Meanwhile, another application had simply winked out of existence, although the hole in the wall made by the equally non-existent Wyvern that had (never) delivered it still remained. Such strange timy-wimy things often happen where temporal manipulations are concerned. For his part, Parr didn’t even bother to give it a second thought. He had arrived, and that was all that mattered. [color=Goldenrod]“Salutations, fellow students!”[/color] He called out in a jovial voice, hoping to make a grand and dignified entrance.