badfic_manor | Entries tagged with plot: second childhood

blondefuse.livejournal.com

[Unlike for some other people in the Manor, this week had been quite entertaining for Nice. She found doing certain things easier now that she was smaller, and having both her eyes meant she was even sharper than before. When the feed comes on, it shows her rifling through the fridge. Fresh cuts, scrapes, bruises and mud stains on her arms, face and shirt make her look as if she's been staying in the garden for the duration of the week, though this is partially true. She'd been climbing tree's, messing about..all the things she hadn't done since she'd actually been 10.

Going off camera, the audio will pick up the sound of her moving a chair, and a second later, opening and closing two of the cupboards.]

Ah hah..Come ta mama...~

[Climbing down again, she comes back onto camera, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels. Pulling the chair over, she gets herself a small glass, and pours herself some of the bottles contents. However, to her childs body, the taste is a bit more of a kick then she remembered. Coughing, she shakes her head to try and get used to it]

Geez...maybe bein' older ain't so bad....

imatrollmon.livejournal.com

[There's a crunch and the video feed cuts on to the inside of a mouth. When the face pulls away there's a a visage of a tusked blue behemoth on the screen, looking utterly perplexed. and after giving a sniff he tosses the slobbery thing off to the side. The room shown is very primitive and tribal looking, housing odd beaded feathered little knickknacks, also there are no shortages of skulls, and the occasional shrunken head... and probably many more things your average sane person doesn't want to know about.]

Now, where be Vol'Jin... dis be some trick of dem's alliance scum?

[His old raspy voice can be easily picked up by the blackberry, despite it's place on the floor. He bends down sniffing then feeling the ground. He finding his bow under the bed he takes it, feeling much more comfortable]

No, dis be no trick of dems human's... Dis be some powerful voodoo dat brought old Vol'Jin here...

[He stands up straight to crack his back, and bumps his head on the ceiling. He rubs his head. Grumbling he heads out the door leaving the device behind]

[OOC:Since he's so primitive, if he hears the blackberry speaking his first reaction will probably be to kill it, so in person is probably the way to go with him XD]

cuteuketwin.livejournal.com

[Kaoru was use to being able to get to places usually kids can't get to since when he was younger he use to be able to explore in the ceilings of his own house from time to time. Kaoru had been wondering around the place since the beginning of the week, just doing what a normal kid would do just because he can at the time, like climbing of stuff, eating stuff you know you should and just being that ever more playful than what an adult can do. Today he was in the kitchen, sitting on the counter eating what appeared to be some candy he had found while looking through the many cupboards that seemed to be around the place. He wasn't paying very much attention to notice anything as he put down the sweet box and continued his voyage through the cupboards.]

junior-cop.livejournal.com

[Tom's having a difficult time with his diminutive body. Being 9 years old looking like he's seven and often mistaken as a kindergartner, he really didn't like being pushed aside either. It's better that it's his own choice.

He struggles to use the shower and reaching for the medicine cabinet was a chore of climbing, reaching and balancing on narrow surfaces in order to get to his allergy medication.]

Dang it. It's too high.

[His small voice was even smaller and Tom does continue to try.]

Why did I ever become a kid again?

[It isn't a choice he consciously made, that's for sure and the evidence around him suggests that not everyone was wanted it either. He spots the blinking light on his Blackberry and scowls at it, throwing a bar of soap at it and cuts off the feed.]

stalking_horse

[The video feed clicks on to the study; he's doing his damnedest to be about as professional as he can get in his eight year old body and clothes. He's also very good at straight-faced ignoring just how ... odd the whole Srs Bizness bit sounds coming from him right now.]

I know this might come at an inconvenient time for a lot of people, but we don't know when we'll have a more peaceful week again, so it's better to try and get this out of the way ahead of time.

The last attempt at a legal system fell apart - and honestly, this is too fluid, too chaotic, too small, and too mixed of a society for anything too static to stand; anything that exists for keeping relative peace is worthless if the majority doesn't at least accept that it's there for a reason, and we're all from too varied backgrounds for any one person's rules to apply. Those of us from worlds with well-established systems of law have to remember that those laws took centuries and a lot of shared background and culture to get to that point, neither of which we have.

I think there is a place for something here - but it has to be minding what the original purpose of things like that was - being there for the benefit of the people. I know there's volunteers who're willing to step up when there's some kind of flagrant abuse going on, but all it'll be is a continued joke if we're not working with everyone else here and letting everyone have a say in it.

I also think whatever gets built, it'd be almost more useful more often to plan some kind of "disaster response" to deal with some of the Author's more dangerous plots and be prepared when it happens; we're going to have to put up with weird disasters, monsters, and whatever else she comes up with, and if we can have something in place so those who're willing to help can make sure the people who might not be able to take care of themselves are as safe as they can get, so much the better.

So, I want to have an open meeting - Friday or Saturday, it doesn't have to be immediately - to bring together the people who want to volunteer to help around here, and anyone who has an opinion on it and wants to get their say in, to get ideas together and get at least enough agreed-on that we can work on the details without being completely caught off guard the next time something insane happens. Whatever we might be, we're all stuck in the Author's game, so there's no reason to treat each other as enemies in that regard.

If you don't think the people involved will listen to you - I'm not from most of your worlds, and I have no real reason to care about your background or your history. If you have a good idea, then you have a good and useful idea... you can contact me or anyone else that's been involved that you'd feel comfortable with privately, and don't have to make a target of yourself if there's some other conflicts you don't want drug into this.

[OOC: There'll be an open log post up later; it'll be forward-dated so there's plenty of time to respond without it feeling rushed.]

searchformysin.livejournal.com

[The blackberry had switched on to show a tiny Oz curled up in a chair, arms wrapped around a small black rabbit plushie as he sat there as quiet as anything. His had found his friend's name had vanished from his door and he knew that meant that he was gone. He had lost the only close friend he had here.

The people he had left behind back where he was from were in danger... Alice was in danger and needed him to help and here he was...in the authors story still some months later, no closer to seeing any of them again. A ball of black fuzz sat on the desk next to him, purring away like nobody's business as Oz peeks up ever so slightly, looking at the Tribble for a moment before looking at the black rabbit plushie. He held the plushie closer to himself as he once again burried his head in his legs.]

saiyanascension.livejournal.com

_{[ Vegeta's in the kitchen today. And he's a hungry pup. The cabinets are so high...! But no matter to Vegeta. In fact, he will make this into a game. His target is the peanut butter jar. Vegeta loves himself some peanut butter. But it's high up in a cabinet, a cabinet he can't reach at this height. Hell, he probably wouldn't have been able to reach it at normal height. ]}

Hmph.

_{[ Vegeta decides that rather than flying up and getting it, he'll climb. He opens the cabinets down below and climbs up on top of the doors, grunting and using his fluffy little tail for balance. His tail wiggles as he balances himself and climbs up onto the counter and reaching up for the cabinet doors. He pulls them open to reveal his prize: PEANUT BUTTER! ]}

Hah.

_{[ He smirks and grabs onto the foundation of the cabinet and pulls himself up, tail wagging with effort as he did. He pulls himself up into the cabinet and kicks the jar of peanut butter down onto the cabinet. It busts and cracks its plastic on impact and he snickers. ]}

Oops.

_{[ He drops back down and picks up the jar before jumping down from the counter and looking around for silver ware. Finding a blunt butter knife, he starts scooping out the peanut butter and licking it up. ]}

ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com

[In the kitchen, sitting in a chair by the window, sits a boy. He has black hair, and golden eyes, and his hair is held up in a topknot. His clothes are red and gold, the fine clothes of the Fire Nation royalty.

The boy Iroh sighs, content, as he looks out the window.]

What a rare gift this is.

the2nd-kira.livejournal.com

[ Misa had a secret. Not many people outside the entertainment industry knew this. The feed opens with a young girl--- about 9 or 10 years old, standing in front of a full length mirror. For those who visited Misa's room before, they might recognize the room belonging to her. But the girl in front of the mirror was not the Misa Amane they know.

The girl is cute. That is the first thing people will notice, but her hair was dark brown and not blonde. The young girl is pinching her cheeks and staring at herself in the mirror disbelievingly. Her hands were shaking as she began touching her hair and then tugging on her pigtails. ]

This is a lie...

[ She began blinking, like she was trying to wake herself up from a dream. But each time she opened her eyes. It still remained the same. ]

WHY IS MISA IN THIS BODY?!

[ Meet Misa Amane at ten years old. She has brown hair and eyes, but a mix of the cute features of the Japanese and the milky white skin of her foreigner father. After she decided to join the entertainment industry, she dyed her hair blond and wore contacts often. Now, she looks down at her legs and lack of womanly body, then pouts. ]

MISA IS NOT SEXY AT ALL!

en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com

[The feed comes on to show a 10 year old Nina, in her home away from home - or, the dance studio. After practising her point work for a few hours, she decided she was ready to try out a routine. Although she wasn't as accomplished as she usually was, she wasn't going to let that stop her from rehearsing. A day without practice in the dance world may as well have been week in real time. And besides, although it was bad for a dancer to start pointe work too young, she figured that this age thing would only last a week, so no real damage could really occur.

She couldn't find her iPod, so, taking her position, she starts to dance without music, not that it mattered too much. Once she finishes, she instantly starts again. Although it was a simple routine, she would practice it to perfection. Then practice some more.]

Current Mood: productive

lone-defender.livejournal.com

[The six year old on screen is grumpy, but that's hardly a novel thing right now, is it?]

Right. So. We'll be stuck like this a whole week again?

Brilliant.

finalarbiter.livejournal.com

[The feed clicks on to reveal Light Yagami in his room, staring in disbelief in the mirror at his now significantly younger self. His eyes continually flick back and forth between his reflection and his much smaller hands; his glare-- one that is extremely out of place on his eight year old face-- is piercing enough that it seems he could incinerate the glass. A minute passes, before finally his expression becomes one of exasperation.]

...Finally out of ideas are you? [A dry laugh.] You're becoming frighteningly redundant you know. If you're so bored that you're repeating ideas left and right, how about you just send me home? And if you even think about sending me back like this, I'll-- [He pauses mid-tirade as a thought occurs to him. ...And unfortunately.]

-Oh for the love of Go- [A hand reaches out for his Blackberry and the feed is cut prematurely.]

-Half an hour later-

[When the feed is turned back on, Light is seen sitting in the Parlor. If he seems almost tranquil about being reverted to a child, it may have something to do with the fit he had finished throwing in the privacy of his room. In contrast to earlier, he is perfectly calm and collected. There is even the hint of a smile.]

To the other residents of the Manor, I don't know how you feel about this, but I for one am tired of the Author treating us as though we have no agency of our own. We may be children this week, but that does not mean we can't coalesce and organize ourselves in a more sensible manner. I'd like to speak to anyone else who is interested in this endeavor. Thank you.

1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com

[After an awkward encounter earlier in the day, Elphaba had resigned herself to her room. She wasn't embarassed about being a child again, she just didn't want to talk to anyone. She felt like crap, and the only way she had to quell that now was through her books.

The feed from the blackberry will show her struggling to pull the Grimmerie down from it's holder. But, when she does finally manage to pick it up and lay it on the floor, her expression falls considerably. She couldn't read it, and she guessed it was because of her age. Slamming it shut, there's a pause as she tries to take a few deep breaths. However, this failing, she gets to her feet in a second, and promptly turns, kicking one of the many piles of books over. Pages and paper spilling everywhere, she lets out an angry yell as she repeats the action several times over. Objects got thrown, books of varying sizes tossed and kicked across the room.

This continues for quite some time, her anger rising, and therefore causing her powers to begin to spike. Her desk rather spectacuarly overturns itself, the large bookshelf next to her bed falling face down with a thunderous crash. This seems to startle her a little, so she sinks back to the floor, her head in her hands as she attempts to calm down]

Current Mood: guilty

nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com

[Vincent is curled up asleep in the middle of the floor in the great hall; his hair's cut short, and he's wearing something white that seems unsure if it's a frilly nightshirt or somewhat plain dress.]

[It's almost like he just kind-of passed out in the middle of going somewhere, all comfy and peaceful despite being on the floor...]

[Disturb?]

[OOC: yes, he does still have Dormouse - it's bound to a pendant, not his body.]

searchformysin.livejournal.com

[Seven year old Oz is wondering round the place, annoyed at the fact he can't reach most counters or if anything without the use of a stepping stool, especially since he had books on high shelves he wanted to read. It was pretty irrtating, but not something he would have a hissy fit over. Although this just brought back memories of when he had been deaged before at this place, except he was much younger that time around.

This time he was in the library and was climbing up the step ladder in order to get a book he wanted down, but instead of actually getting it, he fell down, books flying off the shelves. Oz is now burried underneath a raher large pile of books.]

[OOC: Will be replying with a different journal and that one will be

ignoredbyfather ]

catgirlsadist.livejournal.com

[You really can't not recognize Koto - what with the whole ears and tail thing going on. At this point her fluffy beige tail sticks out of cute pink denim shorts, almost as big as she is in its static, and her ears are also disproportionate. It seems that despite wandering around as a vertically challenged, round little child, her feline appendages have stayed the same size. As a result, someone is looking ridiculously cute. It would be definitely hard to take this thing seriously.

As such, she doesn't seem too fretful about being a child. She tends to take things in stride, and well, she has to, judging from the things she's seen. In fact, she's darting under tables and squeezing through tight spaces with a look of something similar to delight.

Despite being alone, she murmurs to herself.]

...oh, she just makes it around the corner of the island, that was a close one, could've been down for the count with a hip bruise... down, weaving through the chairs, oh - her shirt got snagged on the seat... is she? Will she? Oh - up onto the counter with a tremendous leap-

[She jumps around the kitchen carelessly, narrating every movement. She clings to a cabinet dearly for a moment, then sighs, rolls her shoulders, and lands lightly on her feet on the ground. When she speaks to herself again, quietly instead of projecting, it's no narration.]

I was angry at first. I didn't want to be a kid, I mean, there are disadvantages, of course, but... how many times have I missed being a little kitten?

[With a contented sigh, she tiptoes (just for the fun of it) over to the fridge to see what's in. Romping around the kitchen makes a kittengirl hungry.]

blondefuse.livejournal.com

[The feed doesn't show much at first, although it soon becomes apparent that Nice is carrying it in her pants pocket. Dressed in her usual (only, downsized), she's heading outside to the gardens. Usually, she would have either headed to the lab or the kitchen, but she was restless - she wanted to mess about, act like a kid; although she was still 18 in her head, how many other chances would she get to be completely scar free and have use of both eyes~?

Eventually reaching a random tree, the audio will pick up the sounds of her making a start on climbing it, although the blackberry soon falls out of her pocket in the process. Unbeknownst to her, the video will also pick up her making steady progress, only to step on a weaker branch. Putting more weight on it, it suddenly snaps, and she falls rather unceremoniously to the ground. Now off camera, Nice just lies there for a minute]

A'right..I'm gonna go with ow...

Current Mood: determined

scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com

[This morning was like waking up in hell for Black Jack. He hurt. Everything hurt. Those sharp, acute pains in his muscles and joints, combined with the dull, aching throb that pulsed through him when he tried to move..

When the feed comes on, it appears that the black berry's on the floor, but clearly shows Black Jack, around 6 or 7, on the floor as well. Having just fallen out of bed, he's in a great deal of pain, and can't seem to move. His scars and burns all look scarily fresh as he curses under his breath]

Dammit...dammit all..come on...come on, you've done this before...

[Slowly but surely, and with a great deal of effort, he manages to push himself up off of the floor, though he needs to stop and get enough energy up to move again. Now sitting up against the side of the bed, he looks at his shaking child hands..this wasn't going to be a good week for the Doctor]

meat-cleavage.livejournal.com

[a very very angry face is on the screen. The previous week had been withstandable, but this? This was just downright offensive. He goes to speak out in protest but the only noise that comes out is some sort of growl from what sounds like a small animal. Well life sucks for an unfinished clone. He starts typing frantically and VERY VERY angrily on the blackberry.]

What the hell is going on with this nonsense?!

holy-pickle.livejournal.com

[The feed starts with a little Namekian in the kitchen, sipping a glass of water. Those who remember him from his first arrival will probably recognize him as Dende, but he could also pass off as a tiny well-mannered Piccolo. It doesn't take him long to notice the video feed has come on. Well, since it was on already, he might as well address the elephant in to room]

Um, pardon me if I'm interrupting anything, but has this happened to everyone? As one of the author's plots?

[He looks around the kitchen]

Well, if it has I would very much be willing to help people acquire food and such, as I can still fly and materialize. I hope you are all well.

[And he bows politely and cuts the feed]

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blondefuse.livejournal.com - Cherry Bomb 021 ♦ Nice ♦ That's a recipe to put a vagabond down on her knee's [Acc. vid / In person]
imatrollmon.livejournal.com - 1rst ritual || Vol'Jin || [Accidental video] [in person]
cuteuketwin.livejournal.com - ♔ Mischievous Twin No. 2 Post 11 [In Person]
junior-cop.livejournal.com - {11th Collar} Enough's enough. [Accidental video]
stalking_horse - [Video] *Not like one side is any better*
searchformysin.livejournal.com - 19 [Accidental Video]
saiyanascension.livejournal.com - Banana 4 ][ Vegeta ][ In Person
ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com - Cup 016: Iroh [In Person]
the2nd-kira.livejournal.com - ✟ Fourth Wink - [ Video ] - Our Little Secret
en-pointe-wings.livejournal.com - Fourth Position •~• Nina •~• Arabesque [In Person / Accidental Video]
lone-defender.livejournal.com - Third Leap - Tiny - [Video]
finalarbiter.livejournal.com - Page Seven || [Accidental Video/Video]
1ofyour5aday.livejournal.com - Spell 35 .: Elphaba :. Seeking good or seeking attention? [Accidental Video]
nuitdushasseur.livejournal.com - [In Person] [Backdated to early evening] Just taking a nap...
searchformysin.livejournal.com - 18 [In Person]
catgirlsadist.livejournal.com - Match 2 // Romping Around the Kitchen [In Person]
blondefuse.livejournal.com - Cherry Bomb 020 ♦ Nice ♦ What didja learn at school today [Accidental Video / Audio]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 20 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ Reversed Success [Accidental Video]
meat-cleavage.livejournal.com - 2nd prowl || Viral || [video/text]
holy-pickle.livejournal.com - 20 Star Ball || Dende || [video/in person]

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Entries tagged with plot: second childhood

Cherry Bomb 021 ♦ Nice ♦ That's a recipe to put a vagabond down on her knee's [Acc. vid / In person]

1rst ritual || Vol'Jin || [Accidental video] [in person]

♔ Mischievous Twin No. 2 Post 11 [In Person]

{11th Collar} Enough's enough. [Accidental video]

[Video] Not like one side is any better

19 [Accidental Video]

Banana 4 ][ Vegeta ][ In Person

Cup 016: Iroh [In Person]

✟ Fourth Wink - [ Video ] - Our Little Secret

Fourth Position •~• Nina •~• Arabesque [In Person / Accidental Video]

Third Leap - Tiny - [Video]

Page Seven || [Accidental Video/Video]

Spell 35 .: Elphaba :. Seeking good or seeking attention? [Accidental Video]

[In Person] [Backdated to early evening] Just taking a nap...

18 [In Person]

Match 2 // Romping Around the Kitchen [In Person]

Cherry Bomb 020 ♦ Nice ♦ What didja learn at school today [Accidental Video / Audio]

Carte 20 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ Reversed Success [Accidental Video]

2nd prowl || Viral || [video/text]

20 Star Ball || Dende || [video/in person]