Who: Those that were grubs, and anyone who has reason to be there.
When: Backdated to just after Curse 39 ends.
Where: Dualscar's hive.
Style: Whichever you prefer.
[The curse ends, and that means a restoration to the original form everyone had. Clothing was not part of the transformation process. Unfortunately, that meant that the two grubs sitting in a pile were now back to what they used to be... unclothed.]
(OOC: Separate threads to make this a bit easier, I would think; Or, you know, whatever works.)
Bitty John and you!Where:
Villa and the plazaWhen:
Backdated to Friday (1/18)Style:
Action spam because I'm feeling lazyStatus:
open[There's only so long you can play in your backyard before the space can no longer contain your imagination and you get bored. So despite the fact that John is only four years old now and really shouldn't be wandering, guess what he's doing? Yeah. Hopefully nobody was looking for him because the backyard is now -1 John Egbert.]
[Once he's escaped, John begins to wander the bubble. Dash had taken him out for an airborne view of the bubble earlier but other than that he hadn't really gotten to do much exploring outside of the villa yet.]
[After what seems like FOREVER he finally reaches the plaza and begins excitedly dashing about, pressing his nose up against the glass of shops, crawling under tables at the cafes, chasing stray cats, and...falling into a fountain. But does being soaking wet stop him?]
[The answer to that is no. Not in the slightest.]
((ooc: Feel free to run into him either before or after his fall-in with the fountain. Responses will come from alittlefreshheir))
Chibitalia and you all!Where:
whatever. I'll matchStatus:
Open( There was a Chibitalia in the plaza )
In the plaza, a kid Italy was scampering about. Much smaller and higher voiced, Italy was donning a dress and a handkerchief on his head, his extremely large curl peeping out from underneath. It was what he wore as a kid (as everyone seemed to believe he was a girl), so he didn't think much of it.
He was busy gathering things for his bakery, not doing so well. He had a giant (well giant for his size) bag of flour in his arms, gripping on to it for dear life. "Ve~~~ Being small again is hard." Then a thought came across. "If only Holy Rome showed up right now." Oh that would make it great to see him once again!
Who: Walter and you
When: 16th, noon
[A window on the second floor of Phasma Apartment throws open, and there's a blur of black as something leaps off the sill. Whether it's noticed, the winged creature speeds startlingly toward the forest quadrant (by sheer coincidence in a blind charge), only slowing once several meters in.
The blackness disperses with a sparkle and 14-year-old Walter stumbles forward, twigs crunching under roomy boots. A length of torn cloth is wrapped around his waist to secure long pants, the hems of which he can feel under the soles of his feet. The shirts hang loosely off his frame, but they're not so oversized that he needs to do more. The cape clings to his arms, so he shrugs, tossing it up to rest on his shoulders.
The familiar whites and blues had been the only comforting thing in an unfamiliar room, even if they're a bit big.
He treads carefully deeper in the forest, until he comes across the sizable lake in the center. Crouching, he stares into the expanse of water and frowns. Landlocked.
Should one make the slightest sound of approaching, be it the rustling of the thicket or the snap of a twig, Walter will act before thinking: that would be plunging himself into the water, away from view and safe from dangers of the land. And he'll be down there for minutes, hours even, unless provoked to emerge.
Or he may come out on his own to attack. It's up to how one presents oneself.]
a young Saphir circa ND 1992 and people he definitely doesn't knowWhen:
earlier in the week!Where:
the Plaza, although he does wander eventually so wherever he ends up being foundStyle: [brackets work, but I can do prose too!]Status:
W-where is this place...[A young boy with white-ish hair is sitting in the Plaza, really unsure as to how he got here. For all of his intellect beyond his years, he can't really come up with a good explanation for how he got transported somewhere outside of Keterburg. Unless... someone came up with a way to teleport people? Would that involve breaking down their fonic composition and putting them back together again -
- and then it suddenly occurs to him that he's not in Keterburg. This means that he's somewhere else, Yulia knows how far, and that he's utterly alone. All those happy looking people walking around don't count.]
J-Jade? Nephry? Peony? [He slowly gets to his feet and looks around a little more closely. It doesn't look familiar at all. Just where is he now?
Regardless, he continues to look around, taking steps as he very cautiously walks around looking for his friends. Passers-by might see him not paying attention to what's right in front of him, however, and he might just bump into someone on the street, at which point he will apologize profusely for doing so...]//ooc: All replies will come from jaaaaaaade! I'm not sure whether to feel sorry for that username or not.
Who: Bitty!Tiir & you!
Where: Somewhere on the streets.
When: Towards the beginning of the curse.
Style: [preferably sob]
[Rather than what some of the other young children are doing, Tiir doesn't cry when he finds himself in an unfamiliar situation. Once it sinks in that he doesn't know where he is or how he got here (and why is he surrounded by humans?), he pauses—and then it hits him.
And once it does, rather than cry, he screams.
So, anyone passing by will likely see/hear the kid on his knees, eyes glowing red with him clutching his head and screaming as if it were the end of the world. Which it almost is for him, really.]
Why!? Why can't I—!?
[Why can't he hear it? There are humans everywhere, so he should hear the voice, telling him to devour them all—and yet his mind is empty.
Teenage Mat and whoever noticesWhere:
All over the bubbleWhen:
Whichever you prefer, starting in [
[So the one-eyed man is nowhere to be found this week, his hat and polearm also gone.
But there is a gangly teenager getting into an awful lot of mischief... He may have dusted your dog with flour, stolen a pie or something else you just cooked, let a badger loose in the plaza while you were watching, climbed up the side of your house or apartment to look around (or at least tried to), took apart something that he shouldn't (like a firework), or he might be standing outside the Winespring 'inn', staring at it.
(ooc: replies will be from badgerbane!
Who: VILLA PEOPLE and anyone else
Where: Where else, DA VILLA
When: Starting today, going allllll month!
Status: Open to all, visitors please
sneak in a window knock
[What's this? It's a house full of babies! Although one of the babies is actually one year older today, she hasn't been made aware of the date yet.
What's your Villa resident doing? Are they one of the few that still has their sanity with their curse or are they past all that? Who knows!]
- Tags:!curse: 39 - age swap, amaimon, dave strider, davesprite, death the kid, jade harley, john egbert, maka albarn, mephisto pheles, night, rin okumura, ronald knox, rose lalonde