[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

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

[Ptolemy looks suuuuuuper disappointed.] I do not have any maps.

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

There's the cheaps way up, if'n you don't mind me staggering long after you. I'm betting they got a mapshop. [Mildmay points to the elevator, which is like his new favorite thing since he got here.]

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

The cheaps? [Ptolemy doesn't comprehend, but he slips off the tall stool anyhow, taking care not to fall.]

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

Where you buy and sell things. [Mildmay begins walking to the elevators.] Markets and that?

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

Oh, markets. [Ptolemy walks along with him, doing his best to keep at Mildmay's speed.] Markets seem very interesting.

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[What with the limp and all, keeping to Mildmay's speed tends to only really be difficult for Mildmay.] Guess they could be. I think I been to too many of them to really get the charm.

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

[Ptolemy does not want to walk too quickly, you see. He stares at the elevator they're approaching with some curiosity.] I am not allowed to go to them when I am at home.

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

Kethe, how flash are you? [Mildmay holds the elevator open with Jashuki, leaning against one of the walls.] Press three, if'n you please.

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

What is flash? [Blank look, get. Times, uh, two. small!Ptolemy is kind of used to everything being marked in a way he doesn't recognize when he shows up in places like these. He counts up three but doesn't know not to include the ground floor and ends up pressing the button for the second floor.] I go to the markets sometimes anyway. No one notices when I leave.

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[Mildmay doesn't correct him, just presses the three instead.] Flash means you got money. Which it sounds like you do.

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

I am the nephew of the king. [Pause, slightly alarmed look as the elevator begins to move, but no comment on it; he has vague memories of one in the City, but it's still quite startling.] I suppose that is flash.

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[Oh, if only Mildmay made facial expressions. He thinks on this for a few moments before nodding.] You could say.

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Meanwhile, Ptolemy is filing this information away in case of future need.] Is it a bad thing, to be flash?