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[cook_the_rude]

There was a gentleman standing beside a pillar, with a glass of wine in his hand and an iPad under his arm, before the shockwave hit; now there is a boy of about 17, keeping very still as he looks around, distrustful and wary like a shelter dog that only slowly learns to trust the world again.

"Uncle Robertas? Murasaki-san? What happened?" he asks, very quietly, but of course there is no answer.

He presses against the pillar and waits, motionless.


tinytag: age spell

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[gavin62truck]

The shockwave is strong enough to knock the cigarette from Tommy's mouth--


Which is just as well, because suddenly Tommy is now only ten years old. (And it'll be at least three years before he picks up the habit, so there.)

With no memory of where he is and how he got here or what that pinkish purplish light was all about, he stares at his surroundings in confusion. Tall for his age, tow-headed, and a bit gangly, the boy's eyes are still as sharp and icy-blue as they were when he was over forty.

"What the fuck?"

Hey, there doesn't seem to be any parents around, so he can cuss all he wants.


[tiny tag: age spell plot]

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[redintheledger]

Khabarovsk is still caught between spring and winter, and is thoroughly miserable. Nataliya stomps in, leaving the year 1953 and a fuckton of cold rain behind her. Her co-workers are driving her insane, but there is no way she's walking back to her apartment for lunch. She has the Completed Stories of Sherlock Holmes (German translation) with her (thank you, Alex, and god doesn't she sometimes wonder what happened to him), and carefully puts the book down on a table in a booth. She's just settling herself down when

BWA-BOOOOOOOM

and suddenly, Natasha, aged nine, is very confused as to where she is.

There's a book, and when she opens it it, there is a note addressed to a Natasha. Too uncertain to try and decipher the German, Natasha clutches the book close. Books are reassuring, and something is telling her that it's hers. And she could hit someone with it. Books are very very very good at being used to hit someone.

tiny!tag: Age Spell

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[ostro_goth]

The bar is suffused with children and youths, this night. Teja is wondering what may have happened, but when he sees one that he recognises regardless, he can guess what must have happened, being an old hand at this Milliways game.

He must ask the magic-users and trace the source; but most likely, all will resolve itself within a week, as it ever does.

Oh, Milliways!

And there are more important things: - he is still looking for the woman, Fantine, to hear about her side of the woeful tale of Valjean, Javert, Gavroche and all those others from 1832.

So, he is sitting at a table, eating breakfast and ignoring all the youthful shenanigans -- as long as none break a rule, or disturb him and his cats, who are sleeping under the table.-

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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen will never know how narrowly she and Dogmeat escaped the magic wave the other night. All she knows is that the Bar is full of kids.

She's just... gonna see about making sure all her gear is in good shape, in case whatever happened messed with it. And keep an eye out for people with answers.

EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar, Library (age spell plot)

[ikissdhimbck]

It had been a quiet day for Kate when the loud BWA-BOOOOOOOM shook the bar. She'd just settled down after her nightly chores in the stables, easing the tension out of her back in an armchair by the fire, sipping on a hot tea with bourbon in.

(It's getting close to All Hallows' Eve, and that's making her anxious.)

However, she didn't have all that long to think about the approaching holiday before she was seeing the room from an even lower vantage point, face scrunched in distaste at the liquor on her tongue. She blinked at the teacup and quickly set it down, jumped to her feet, and looked around the strange room.

" ... Daddy?"

Kate Barlow, aged twelve, was off in search of her father.

What she found instead were the libraries.


Now, far calmer, a young Kate sits amid a pile of books, occasionally sweeping cautious glances around the room. She's finding the words of Jules Verne to be a comfort at present. Clearly she slipped and bumped her head during chores, or stumbled onto a glorious vessel somewhere in deep space. She isn't quite sure what to make of it right now, but anywhere with an endless supply of science fiction can't be all that bad.


[ooc: open forever! you may find Kate in the library or the main bar. if your character wants to be in on a heist, they can take this opportunity to meet Kate. the actual heist will happen in a later post, so it's not required you tag this one (I'll update all interested parties once it's all in place). if you'd like me to send Kate round to one of your posts, just let me know!

tiny!tag: age spell plot]

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[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine had been curled up on a couch, trying to study anatomy diagrams of tendons and ligaments (instead of dozing off as he body wanted her to do), when the shockwave hit the bar.

The resulting teen, bleary-eyed with something other than just tiredness, takes one disparaging look at the anatomy textbook, and tosses it carelessly aside. Rae's t-shirt and jeans hang loose on her undernourished frame, her hair lank and in need of brushing. She has apparently woken up to find herself in a strange place; a bar, it looks like - though with a surprising number of young kids and adults - but this isn't the first time she's passed out in an unfamiliar place. This isn't even the strangest-looking place Rae has ever woken up to find herself in.

Though it is the first time she has woken up to find herself wearing what have to be someone else's clothes... That, she will admit, is weird. So is her surprising clear-minded state. She's not sure she likes it.

Rae looks idly around the room, wondering with vague curiosity if there'd be anyone here who could hook her up with something to take the edge off.

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[claudiometer]

(OOM:

can't stand to stand, can't stand to sit
and who would want to know this?)

CURRENT repositoryBadger [CRB] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board MAGICAL MYSTERY BAR VIRTUAL BULLETIN BOARD

CRB: Whatever happened this time, it's not Warehouse weird.
CRB: Just throwing that out there for anyone else who's wondering what brought on the sudden influx of kids.

Claudia's at a table, with a book (Hitchhiker's Guide, but under a plain cover just in case) and her T-Minus.

Bartending 10-13

[crossbowkillshot]

It had been a while on the other side of the door. The hot summers of Georgia were something Daryl was used to and he was used to the walkers outside the prison gates. They had a new challenge with the Woodbury survivors though so he had his hands full. He knew he could come back, though. He had promised Bar that he would bartend again and here he was. He nodded and said, "Hullo, Bar." He patted her surface lightly and smirked. He scribbled on the chalkboard some specials:

Today's Drink Specials
Gunfire
Georgia Peach
Hot Georgia Peach
Long Summer Night

He smirked as he finished and set a crude sign out. Bartending is now OPEN.