[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.

Comments

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

What to do about France, or other countries, or trade, or the colonies.

[Tharkay then curses quickly in a foreign tongue; the bird just bit him.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

Why would you do anything with--what did you say? [Word she doesn't recognize! And it isn't German. Exciiiiiting.]

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

Nothing! I didn't say anything.

[The high English tone, which had began to slacken over time, comes back in full force again.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

You did so. Was it a naughty word, like stupid or--or damned? [She says the other sotto voce, with a glance around, as though expecting her mother to swoop down upon her at any moment.]

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

...No.

[When all else fails, start pouting and try to look disaffected. He huddles over his bird again, frowning deeply.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

Then there's no reason not to tell me. [Problem, Tharkay: Kathy is a pretty good pouter, too.]

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

You won't like it.

[Tharkay's pouting grumble is barely audible above the squeaking of the bird in his lap.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

Will so.

[Now she's just being contrary for the sake of contrariness.]

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

[Tharkay only motions for her to come closer, all but given up at this point. If she does comply, he'll whisper the meaning in her ear.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

[She does so, then jumps back with round eyes.] That's not a very nice thing to say at all! You should be glad your mother isn't around.

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

I told you you wouldn't like it. So there.

[Tharkay, still frowning as if his life depended upon it, continues to worriedly pet his bird as a measure of comfort.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

[Kathy crosses her arms and looks a bit put out.] Well, you shouldn't have said it in the first place.

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

You didn't have to ask. [Tharkay mumbles in a whisper, frowning still.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

You could have said it in English, and then I wouldn'ta had to ask. [Glare.]

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

That's stupid, then you would not have liked it anyway. [Frowwwwn, everything is stupid.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

But then I would know what you said right away. You didn't have to be mean about it. [And she sticks out her tongue for good measure, um.]

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

I wasn't being mean about it. [By this accusation, Tharkay looks genuinely bothered; it never occurred to him that he was bothering other people.] ...You were being mean. [So there.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

[Affronted look!] I was not! You were being mean. I'm never mean to people. [Well, no, that's not true.] Unless they're mean first.

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

[Tharkay continues to frown, attempting to inject venom into it.] You were mean! You said I was from China, and pestered me about things that weren't your business. [We have reached the point that, if there wasn't a bird in his lap, would cause Tharkay to flee in a huff.]

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

How was I supposed to know you weren't from China? And--and I did not pester you! [Foot stomp.] I made conversation. That's polite.

[victoryof.livejournal.com]

[Tharkay just listens to all this while stewing silently. Dejectedly, he mutters:]

It's only polite if I want conversation.

[seenthemall.livejournal.com]

You kept saying things back.

[Also muttered.]