ext_90101: jason todd being uncharacteristic (ohmygod.)
[identity profile] pitselly.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] coquaigne
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.

Date: 2010-03-07 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.]

Date: 2010-03-07 12:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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. :|]

Date: 2010-03-07 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 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.]

Profile

coquaigne: (Default)
a medieval mythical land of plenty.

June 2012

S M T W T F S
     1 2
3456789
10111213141516
171819202122 23
24252627282930

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags