Bwa-booooooom!

[visible_sariel]

Like many other people, Sariel had been just inside the door when a certain shockwave hit the bar. Nothing out of the ordinary here, just the use of a sporadically-appearing door and a--

Pinkpurplemagenta ker-boom!

"Ooooh," breathes seven-year-old Sariel Rager, "J'ai rêvé de cet endroit avant!"

She's still dreaming, of course. How could she be doing anything else? ... Oh the joys of kid logic.

((Literally tiny!tag: age spell plot))

((OOC: I'll be away from threads due to work in a few hours, but around for much of the rest of tonight and tomorrow evening. Also, the mun doesn't speak French, let alone Kweyol, so any errors in language are mine.))

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[herr_bookman]

Autor likes kids! He does!

But the Milliways' day care center has already made him twitchy. He stepped on the foot of one kidlet, whapped someone else in the head with an elbow, and nearly spilled hot tea on a third. All he needs to do now is step on a Lego brick.

Besides, these aren't real children. Not really. They're mini-patrons, and he has no idea how much they'll remember once Bar decides she's tired of being a schoolmarm.

Until then, he'll periodically sneak out from the library to refresh himself with a drink, armed with a book and the comforting thought that for once he's taller than most people.

Catch him skulking about here or there.

[OOC: Millitimed for age-spell shenanigans. Warnings for cruelty to animals and discussions of vivisection on the Hannibal thread. The Charles thread is somewhat creepy, too.]

[tiny tag: age plot]

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[no_vampires_plz]

Twilight isn't really aware of how much time has passed since her and Trixie's little magical mishap. She's been holed up in a rental room upstairs with her book of temporal arcana, looking up every possible application of age spells and time magic in general in the hopes of figuring out what went wrong and how to fix it. Part of her was also hoping that the spell would just wear off, but she knows better. It's not that kind of magic.

She got through the entire book without any luck, so now she's headed downstairs to see what the Milliways library has to offer on the subject. (Also, some food. Food would probably be a good idea.)

But the little purple unicorn stops dead at the foot of the stairs and staaaaares at the room and its considerably-younger-than-average clientele.

.

.

.

"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no--"

It hadn't occurred to Twilight until just now that she and Trixie might not have been the only ones affected by the age spell.

[tinytag: Age Spell]

Tree swing in the garden

[scots_wolf]

Once, Urquhart might have worried about unattended little children sending him into the darkness of his memory with their screeching; now, he merely notes that the average age of the bar's denizens has dropped even faster than the temperatures outside.

And puts up a swing on one of the sturdier trees on the border between garden and forest. The younger newcomers will like it.

Franz the dog is watching him.


[[OOC: Tag in while he works, or after the swing is finished, whatever fits you better -- just say which. Thanks!]]

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[pro_patria_mortuus]

When Enjolras was in the bar yesterday via pure handwaving, he noticed with some bemusement the proliferation of children. He thought nothing much of it, save a distant and rueful hope that the majority of them were alive. (He has, of course, no notion how lucky he was that he chanced to be upstairs at a certain earlier time, when a shockwave spread through the lower floor of Milliways.)

He thought nothing, as well, of the fact that what food and drink and reading material he obtained, he did so from the rat waiters, as he has chanced to do for the last few days. Today, however, he visits the bar to request coffee, and receives with it a note.

He hadn't realized Bar functioned as a mail center as well as a café counter. He inquires of the air, feeling as usual both intrigued and slightly foolish to be talking to a piece of furniture, and is answered by another little note confirming the system. Interesting. He'll be more diligent about checking there in the future, in that case.

The handwriting is (despite a moment's reflexive and baseless hope) unfamiliar. The name at the bottom clarifies matters, however. The other name in the note takes him longer to place, but he remembers after a little thought -- Gavroche's sister, the girl who died at the barricade dressed as a workman, wounded by a bullet meant for Marius Pontmercy in the same attack that saw Jean Prouvaire captured and shot dead. He had been preoccupied with that at the time, but he saw her after. Her face was uninjured; he can call it to mind; he would recognize her, he thinks, though in any case at Milliways the clothes of home are telltale enough.

And now here, alive. There's no reason to think Gavroche wrong about that, except that it makes no sense, and there's a great deal about Milliways that makes no sense and yet seems true. Well, it should be easy to not tell her. He has no reason at all to deny the request.

(It makes him think of others who are dead, and not here. But nearly everything does -- there's nothing new in that. He absentmindedly looks for them a dozen times a day, lifts his head to say something to a friend and finds none to say it to.)

He requests paper and pen, and leaves in Bar's care a note of reply:

Gavroche,

I understand. Should our paths cross, I'll say nothing of her involvement in later events.

Enjolras

Enjolras takes both coffee and note to a table. He can be found there at any point in the afternoon, his half-drunk coffee growing cold as he sits in an abstraction of thought.

[OOC: Mun will be in and out today, but wanted to get this up! is gone for the next few hours! I'll be back to tag up around 10:30-11 EST. EP will be open until I declare it otherwise.]

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[a1enzo]

[OOM: Backtimed to somewhere around July, another Academy visit. And now, musical guest Valeria von Doom!]

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[road_to_calvary]

Valjean is troubled. About a great many things - but this is nothing new, and none of it shows on his face, or the way he carries himself. Indeed, when he comes downstairs for supper and sees children all over the place, he breaks into a smile. Well! This is a delight.

He seats himself in a booth to the side. Bar has provided a book, and a modest meal of bread and cheese. He ignores them in favour of watching the young ones. It brings a mixture of sadness for things lost, and happiness to see such youthful exuberance. Such things keep an old man young.



[OOC: Open 'til next Friday.]

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[justdyedit]

[OOM but not: Jessica deals with some ghosts her first night as a kid. Trigger warnings for child and domestic abuse.
Way down yonder
In the meadow
Poor little baby cryin' Mamma ]

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[daringyoungman]

 [OOM: Columbus Day in Gotham City

In which Dick has plans, but nothing comes of them.] 

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[balancingminds]

Bar had given him a room key and he'd been able to sleep but he woke up when bombs were dropping on trenches. Quick as he could, he got out of bed and dressed in his rumpled shirt and slacks, the room wasn't right.

He didn't want to be alone and Nanny wasn't here to comfort him but there were people downstairs.

Slowly he comes down the stairs and gets a hot cocoa from the counter before sitting by the fire hugging his knees. He wants to go home.

(OOC: Tiny tag: Age Spell. As in his other EP, ten year old Charles isn't as good at being subtle with his telepathy so please include thoughts in your tags. Thank you.)

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[ladyfirestarter]

There's a small fair-haired girl in the bar. Sitting in a booth, to be precise; wearing a blue denim jumper over a white turtleneck, clutching a heavy paper bag in her lap, and looking around the room with a tense wary expression.

Charlie McGee is pretty sure that this is some sort of dream. And that she doesn't like it.



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[tiny tag: age spell plot]