[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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[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.

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

[A certain spark of understanding comes over his face as he watches Mildmay play.] Oh. Then the point is to make three--septads--appear?

[He tries, and manages a seven, a bar, and a cherry; without further scientific observations to make based off that go, he offers an earlier discovery.] The other glyphs sometimes give you things, too.

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

Point's to make three of anything appear. It's just easiest with septads. Other stuff gets you more gorgons, though. [After a moment, he looks at the coins in Ptolemy's hand.] Or whatever those are.

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

Oh. Any of them must give you coins, then, if you cause three of them to appear? [Ptolemy looks at his rainbow-coloured money lol and remembers the one Mildmay played with.] Did you bring your coins--your gorgons--along with you?

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

That's what I seen so far. I never saw anything like [He points to the nearest slot machine,] at home before, but gambling's easy enough to figure out.

Nah, they were here when I got here. [Shrug, shrug.]

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

I have not, either. They are very strange...things. [Ptolly says nothing as far as gambling, because...he's six, idk. Things not in his skill set at this time.]

Mine were as well. [Frown.] Perhaps yours are a different denomination.

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[Mildmay would eyebrow raise, if he did that whole facial expression thing.]

Mind using words for stupid folk?

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

Your coins might be worth a different amount than mine. [Pause, and then with the same neutral tone he uses with every fact he states--] You are not stupid.

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[One neutral tone begets another:] Right.

...Gorgons are simple: a septad of 'em make a septagorgon, and then you get a septad of them and you get a wheel.

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

[Ptolemy nods, evidently satisfied.]

Oh. Then it is like my orange coin. [He points to the ones in his hand as he speaks.] The reds are worth the least; I have five, which is half of an orange coin, which I only have one of. [Pause.] There are more coins, but they were worth much more. I thought I should not take them.

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[This is why Mildmay likes children. He does that Tyra-smile-with-his-eyes thing and nods.]

Right colorful, though I guess that's the point. Where d'you use 'em?

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

[And Ptolemy just regards him very solemnly, because it kind of takes someone rambunctious to get him out of srs-bsns mode, and, uh. Things Mildmay isn't.]

In the City. [Pause.] I did not require coins at home; people brought me things as I asked for them. Where do you use gorgons?

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[Mildmay doesn't mind. Mild mannered children are pretty cool, too. And they don't run around, which is nice.]

That clears it right up, yeah. Gorgons're from the lower city, in Melusine.

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

[Ahahahaha, high on the list of things Ptolemy doesn't care to do very much. >>]

Where is Melusine?

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[BFFs, obvs.]

Bit south of Corambis.

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

[Clearly. And he's trying to figure this Corambis and Melusine business, and it simply isn't working at all.]

Is that another name for Rome?

[ohmykethe.livejournal.com]

[Mildmay shrugs.] Could be. My Kekropian's rusty as shit. If'n you got a map, I'll show it to you. [Maaaaaps ♥!]

[i-am-ptolemy.livejournal.com]

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