resizing plot

[adamantiumloner]

Logan saunters in from parts unknown. It's been a little while since he's been around the place and he could use a drink.

Heading for the counter, it doesn't take long for him to realize something is up.

All of the children roaming around get a distrustful glare as he settles onto a stool.

"Gimme beer. Lots of beer."

Bar immediately provides a pint with the promise of more.

Taking a long drink, Logan turns on his stool to survey the bar, grumbling to himself about the room full of pint-size patrons.



[ooc: Open to all. Logan is not going to be affected, but anyone who has been is welcome to come and bug him.]

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[balancingminds]

Charles gets himself onto a stool, he remembers being taller when he was nine, "Hello Logan."

[adamantiumloner]

Logan cants his head, eyes narrowing as he tries to place the boy.

"I know you, kid?"

[balancingminds]

"Its Charles. I was hit by this odd magic,"

His style of speech isn't too different, and he gazes at Logan's beer longingly while Bar serves him tea.

[adamantiumloner]

"Y'gotta be shittin' me."

Logan's head tilts in the other direction, and he sizes the kid up, scenting the air then finally giving a gruff laugh.

"Fuckin' Milliways."

[balancingminds]

"No, I wish I was. I hope it passes soon," It is nice to be able to walk but everything's bigger.

[adamantiumloner]

Logan just laughs again, then gestures at the bar at large with his glass.

"Is that's what's goin' on with all the damn kids runnin' around?"

That's just rich. Especially (or actually, Only) because Logan is unaffected.

[balancingminds]

"Yes, it is," He glares at Logan, its not a terribly effective look.

[cutting_edgex23]

"Logan," ten year old X says, vaulting up onto a nearby barstool and making herself comfortable.

"I am shorter than you. Now."

Be consoled!

[adamantiumloner]

Logan turns his head and blinks at her.

He is not consoled at all, if anything he's even more annoyed now.

"The hell happened to you?"

If Logan ends up pint-sized someone is definitely getting stabbed.

[cutting_edgex23]

"A spell. It was very quick."

She tilts her head, looking up at Logan.

"You are probably safe. Now."

Beat.

"It is not uncomfortable."

[adamantiumloner]

"Better be," he grumbles, returning to drinking his beer.

"Guess that explains all the kids runnin' around this place."

[cutting_edgex23]

X reaches out, very carefully, and nudges Logan's calf with her foot. Blame the grumbling.

"I think it is likely. Most of them do not recognize each other. Because they are small."

She does not make a face, but her own tone could be read as grumbly, too. As much as it can be.

"Scent is better. For identification."

[adamantiumloner]

He arches a brow at her, but the grumbling stops.

"Yeah, it is, but only a few of us seem t'know that. Most of these folks miss a lot." He nods out at the crowd, not quite distastefully, but there is a bit of disapproval.

Poor bastards and their "normal" senses.

[cutting_edgex23]

"They do."

X sighs heavily.

"It frustrating. Useful sometimes. But still annoying."

She is preaching to the choir, but some things need to be said. Repeatedly.

[no_more_hiding]

Hank decided he needed a root beer float after his previous adventures in his second childhood, so now he sits at Bar slurping away.

Slurp.....SLURP.

[adamantiumloner]

"Y'wanna keep breathin' I suggest you quit slurpin' over there," Logan growls after listening to the noise for a minute.

[no_more_hiding]

The slurping cuts off immediately with a startled yelp. Turning to face the annoyed voice, Hank finds a familiar face and smiles.

"I am so sorry, Logan. I suppose I was lost in thought."

"I see whatever this magical effect is selective in that it missed you."

[adamantiumloner]

He doesn't smile back, but he does ease up on the apology.

"Place knows better'n to give me too many hassles," he replies.

"You always been blue?" he asks, curious. That would be different from Logan's version of things.

[iprotectyou]

Logan is still an adult. A fifty-three-year-old trapped in a six-year-old's body is envious.

"Hoi, Logan. It's me, Baze Malbus," the kid who approaches says, wearing a black trucker cap labeled "Sun's Out, Guns Out."

"I see you're still an adult. Lucky you."

[adamantiumloner]

Logan regards the kid on approach, then gives a snort. "Yer kiddin'."

Lifting his glass, Logan tilts it slightly to check out the back of his own hand, just to confirm it's still his and appropriately sized.

"Yep, still. The hell happened that you ain't?"

[iprotectyou]

"No one knows, not even Bar," Baze says, shaking his tiny head. He clambers up onto a stool near Logan--which, make no mistake, takes effort, and more than Baze would like--and settles. Baze orders a glass of surprise tea.

"We all seem to have our adult memories, which is the oddest thing. This has happened to a lot of us."

[adamantiumloner]

Logan watches, and he might lend a hand if it's needed, but the kid's got it, so Logan just goes back to drinking his beer.

"I was wonderin' when the bar turned into a damn daycare."

[iprotectyou]

"It started on Saturday," Baze says, with a quick grin. He drinks his tea, which is Strawberries and Crème, and licks his lips. Mmm, tea.

"Apparently events like this only last a week or so around here, so things should be back to normal soon."

[adamantiumloner]

"Yeah, most of the time this shit is only temporary," Logan allows.

"Long as I ain't caught up in it, I guess it ain't so bad."

[iprotectyou]

"Easy for you to say," Baze says, squinting at him. The mini-Guardian drinks more tea, reveling in the sweet flavor.

"Done any fishing lately?"