016 | The Good Old Days

[godsoffortune]

Who: Everyone!
What: Ageswapping
When: July 15-17
Where: Everywhere
Summary: A breach in the space-time continuum is messing things up.

Edit: OVERFLOW is here!



The Far Shore has been dealing with a lot of space-time pulsating through the past week or so and everything is culminating on the night of the 15th, even though the Heavens are preparing for an all-out Obon bash. They had planned to have the celebration on the 15th itself, but Amaterasu asked to postpone a day due to the horrible feeling that is permeating the Far Shore.

And it turns out she was right to postpone everything. In fact, it will have to be postponed another whole month at this rate...



Before

Late in the day on July 15th, the new batch of shinki will arrive to a Far Shore with a thick, tense atmosphere. All night on the 15th it feels like something is about to happen - and it's difficult to tell whether that something will be good or bad. Any attempts to contact the management of the Far Shore have fallen on deaf, slightly harried ears and so everyone is left to their own devices to try and figure out why things are so tense.

July 16

Just after midnight, an explosive shock wave rips through the Far Shore, bringing on the age changes with it. Even the spirits of the Far Shore seem to be affected - for example, the library goblins are either toddling around on wobbly legs or are dragging themselves from place to place and looking decrepit. There are a few gods and shinki that seem to have been exceptions from the change, though it is not clear why.

July 17

Another wave of energy comes in the early morning of the 17th. Fewer people are affected this time and it seems to alter those people's ages a second time. There is no rhyme or reason to who is being affected further. Several of the library goblins have just dropped dead from severe old age. Oops.

Aftermath

Late on the 17th brings about one final burst from the energy that has been plaguing the Far Shore. For a short moment, every new temple glows with a soft light, seeming to beckon to their owners. But the light is gone quickly and everyone will find themselves back to normal with complete memories of everything that happened during their age adventures. The goblins that died, though, are still very dead. Looks like the library will need to get some new help soon.

In Summary:

• Meet the newbies
• Get aged or de-aged
• Deal with other too young/too old people
• Try to handle the consequences
• Have fun~

Comments

Exploring

[junkyarddog]

[The boy who will one day be named Ken blinks at Senri, then grins. His teeth look a little weird, the canines seemingly too big for his mouth and the other teeth not quite...aligned right, somehow, though what's wrong with them is less obvious. Still, it's a friendly expression.]

Stealing stuff! Look, we've got food! [And he holds out the armful of cans and boxes to demonstrate.] You hungry? A bunch of us kids are hiding in the school.

Re: Exploring

[bear_necessities]

Stealing stuff? But won't you get in trouble for that?

[Adults get mad about stuff like that. Nevertheless, Senri is intrigued. There is a certain excitement in doing things you know adults would tell you not to...]

[junkyarddog]

Can't get in trouble if I don't get caught. [Ken grins toothily.] Besides, there's no parents or anything, so who's gonna feed us? I gotta make sure we have food.

So? You wanna come? The school's safe.

[bear_necessities]

[Senri grins back. He's never stolen anything in his life so he's a little impressed with Ken's bravery.]

Good point.

[He's sliiightly torn. Would he rather be good and stay away from bad influences or does he want to hang out with the cool kids?

Which is not even really a question. He's eight. Of course he wants to hang with the cool kids!]

Um... sure! Kids should stick together, right?

[junkyarddog]

Yeah! [The blond looks pleased.] C'mon, I can take you there while I drop off this stuff.

What do they call you?

[bear_necessities]

Okay!

[He falls into step next to his new friend.]

I'm Senri. What's your name?

[junkyarddog]

I don't have a name. [The boy says this like this isn't a very strange or notable fact.] Just a number. I'm Quattordici.

[bear_necessities]

You don't? Why not?

[His eyes are wide and curious. This is shocking to Senri. He's not sure exactly why, but he knows having a name is important. Everyone should have one.]

[junkyarddog]

I don't remember. [Quattordici shrugs, as though it's not a big deal to him.] Why do you have one?

[bear_necessities]

[He frowns. That's actually a good question.]

I don't remember. I guess someone gave it to me...

[But thinking about that stuff feels.... wrong. So he'll focus on the present.]

But I'm glad they did. Don't you want a name?

[junkyarddog]

[The boy considers this for a long moment, then shrugs.] I dunno. It's just something people call you by, right? If people can call me Quattordici, what's the difference?

Besides, Quarantanove only has a number, too. So if he doesn't get a name, then I don't want one either.

[bear_necessities]

Well...

[He stops. This is a problem with far more depth than an eight year old can really grasp. But it seems to him that there's a simple solution.]

Why don't you just give each other names?

[junkyarddog]

[Quattordici pauses at this, thinking it over in surprise.] Maybe. [He says this after a few seconds' consideration.] I'll ask Quarantanove about it.

[Somehow, it doesn't feel quite...right. Deep down, he kind of wishes he had parents or someone to take care of him, someone who'd love him and give him a name...and, despite all his fear, it feels like it should be an adult.

But maybe it's okay if it's just a kid who cares about him? Besides, he doesn't think any adults care about him anyway.]

[bear_necessities]

Um, okay. But for now is it alright if I just call you Dici?

[Quattordici is a long name, okay?]

[junkyarddog]

[Quattordici gives him a slightly weird look, but shrugs it off quickly.] Sure, if you want.

You hungry? You never said.

[bear_necessities]

[As if on cue, his stomach growls. He gives an embarrassed nod.]

A little bit...

[junkyarddog]

Well, here! [And Quattordici shifts his armful of food, peering at it to see what can be safely removed, and points with one finger.] You want that bag of chips?