[event!] tiny-ification.

[pitselly.livejournal.com]

It's an event, or a curse day, or a crackplot, or whatever you wanna call it.

Characters can be age!reversed, starting now, ending at your choice. Who's affected? Also your choice. What age are they sent back to? Your choice again. Go crazy here, people, really.

When does it end? Ideally after today, but make it last as long as you need your character to be younger. You can have commentspam or 3rd person prose in the comments of this post, but please make separate posts with 1st person if you want them; just remember to add the 'what:event' tag to 'em.

Haaaave fun.

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[victoryof.livejournal.com]

[Somewhere in the casino proper, Tharkay is sitting huddled in a corner, petting his bird (http://www.flickr.com/photos/boygirlparty/2567405795/in/photostream/) (he found it, so it's his) and watching it make pitiful squeaking noises.]

[Currently he's trying to curl his shirt around it to make a nest, but who knows what he'll be doing when he gets bored of this new exciting endeavor.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

[Small!Kathy, um. Stares. SHE COMES FROM A SMALL TOWN, I'M SORRY.]

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

[Tharkay doesn't see her immediately, but when he does, he pulls the bird (who protests with a squeak) close, huddling around it. No stealing, okay :|]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

[You're adorable, Tharkay, but Kathy doesn't want your damn bird. SHE MIGHT LIKE TO PET IT, THOUGH. But anyway, after quite a bit more staring, she gets up her courage. Sorry, buddy. ._.]

Are you from China?

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

[Tharkay would have maybe let her pet it, but definitely not now. Trying to effect the most aristocratic English accent possible (hers is downright strange, he knows that much), Tharkay says:]

No, I am not.

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[But Kathy is not to be deterred! That would be too easy, though she does frowny-frown at his accent.]

Then where are you from? You look like-- [except that didn't go over so well last time, Kathy, try again!] --I mean, you don't sound like anyone I ever met before.

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

Where are you from? You sound silly.

[Tharkay is still sitting, now petting his bird, which he's managed to corral into his lap. Everything's okay, as long as she doesn't give him cooties.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

[Cue indignant!Kathy.] Cedar Rapids, Iowa. And I do not sound silly.

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

You sound very silly, I have never heard anything of the like before.

[Who's imitating their father? Tharkay totally is.]

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

[Today is thus far a day of SMALL BOYS KEEPING TO THEMSELVES, I guess. Also, I felt like it, so there.

Anyway, what would small!Ptolemy find most insanely overwhelming? Slot machines. THEY ARE SHINY AND COMPLETELY INCOMPREHENSIBLE and therefore he feels the need to try and figure out how they work. By pressing all the buttons he can and looking very seriously at the screen, and possibly being startled when it makes noise. And since he is taken from Poly, he expects to find shiny modern things. That is my story and I'm sticking with it. :|]

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[Mildmay sits and watches Ptolemy for a while, not wanting to put him ill at ease. Leaning on Jashuki, he waits for Ptolemy to notice him.]

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

[Ptolemy eventually notices Mildmay, but it's in a very oh-hay-thar kind of way. Glance at the man with the scar on his face, blink in a neutral sort of way, go back to trying to figure out the one-armed bandit.]

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[Mildmay nods in passive greeting before going back to watch. After a bit longer at watching, he says,] Try for a septad. Odds're better, that way.

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

[Ptolemy considers this bit of advice with a perplexed look and stares down at the few coins he has in his hand. And then he holds them out to Mildmay.] Which one is a septad?

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[Mildmay only points to the large '7' on an unused slot machine, refusing to take money out of a child's hand.] That there.

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Ptolemy's been kind of making this up as he goes along, admittedly, because it is very hard to perform scientific studies when nothing is in a written language or alphabet? you recognize. :| He looks down at his hand again, turning the coins over, and holds one up.] This one?

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

No, lemme show you. [Mildmay slips a coin out of his pocket and plays a slot with practiced ease.] Make sure you land a septad. [Which, after a moment, he does.] Then it's easy to land it three times, which means you win.

[With the machine still running, he steps back to give Ptolemy room.] You try.

[tenthousandli.livejournal.com]

[There is a lonely little dragon in the food court, curled under one of the larger tables, hiding from the fluorescent lights. Something smells very tasty, but she doesn't have a proper visor to get out and find it.]

[...Possibly, she could use her tail to shield her eyes? But, no, that would be undignified.]

[So instead, she waits.]

[sulkysukey.livejournal.com]

[Sukey is prowling around the food court, because look! penny candies! very exciting! when she catches sight of something lurking under one of the tables. As she's in adventure mode rather than crying mode thank God, the plan is to sneak up to it like a cat--no, seriously, on all fours--until she has come close to Lien. Good sense keeps her from reaching out to pet the dragon, but she cannot keep from making the first comment, inspired much by stories she's been told.]

Are you a sea serpent?

[tenthousandli.livejournal.com]

[Lien's head snaps around on her long, long neck.]

I am not; they are simple creatures.

[sulkysukey.livejournal.com]

[Delighted face.] You can talk!

What are you, then? You're very pretty.

[tenthousandli.livejournal.com]

Of course I can talk! [The indignity.] All dragons can, even the little jades; and I am a Celestial.

[Though after a moment, the tones of confidence fade, and Lien curls herself around the table again.] I would bid you not to mock me.

[sulkysukey.livejournal.com]

A dragon! Like in stories? [Sukey sits down in front of Lien, content to give up pretending to stalk things like a cat for now.] Is it special to be a suhluh--a Celeschul dragon?

[Sukey looks confused, but doesn't respond; she has no idea what Lien's taken offense to, uh.]

[tenthousandli.livejournal.com]

Yes, there are stories about dragons, especially Celestials. A Celestial dragon is the best kind of dragon there is. [Lien punctuates this by fanning out her wings and huffing. One day she'll be able to roar :|]

[sulkysukey.livejournal.com]

Papa told me a story about dragons once! It had lots and lots of treasure. [Pause. Consideration. Lien does look like a pretty good dragon, this is a fact.] Was that a Celestial dragon?