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

[nibelungvalesti]

[Platina slowly takes his hand as she gets to her feet. Wherever she is going, it has to be better than where she was...]

[junkyarddog]

[The boy's hand is surprisingly gentle when he takes hers, although it's firm enough to make sure he doesn't lose his grip.] You can call me Quattordici. That's my number.

[And with that, he's going to start leading Platina back to the school, where he and Quarantanove set up camp.]

[nibelungvalesti]

Your number? Are you an escaped slave? [Who else would have a number but a slave? To think she's escaped that fate, if barely...]

[junkyarddog]

[That gives the boy pause for a moment, and his walk slows briefly.] ...I don't remember. [He frowns.] I just know I'm number fourteen...

[Quattordici is just the Italian number.]

[nibelungvalesti]

You need a real name. A name that's your own, not just something someone else calls you! [Now she's indignant on his behalf. After everything she's been through at her young age, her emotions are not the most stable.]

[junkyarddog]

Adults give you a name, don't they? [Quattordici seems rather skeptical.] I dunno if I want one, if I have to have an adult do it.

Besides, Quarantanove doesn't have a name either. And I don't want one if he doesn't get one.

[nibelungvalesti]

You could give yourself a name. The point is that it means you, and everyone knows it. [That's how she figures it, anyway. After all, her parents may have named her 'Platina', and she'll never forgive her parents, but it's still her name.]

[junkyarddog]

I guess... [Quattordici looks pensive for a moment.] But I wanna talk to Quarantanove about it first.

[Who they'll be seeing soon enough. He's moving them along pretty quickly, and it's not too far.]

What do I call you, anyway?

[nibelungvalesti]

Oh! [Introducing herself -- she barely ever has to do that. It comes with growing up in a small town, where everyone knows everyone else.] Ah, I'm Platina.

[junkyarddog]

Platina? [Quattordici glances up at her.] It's pretty. [Which is to say it sounds vaguely Italian, and thus pleases the ears of a boy raised in Italy.

But then they're turning a corner, and he's suddenly pulling Platina a little faster.] It's right over here!

[nibelungvalesti]

[Platina is harder to pull than she looks -- heavy chores forge a peasant girl's strength over her life. But all she has to do is speed up a little, finding herself pulled more by his enthusiasm than his hand.] Is it -- a hidden place?

Gonna go poke Chikusa-mun to jump in here~

[junkyarddog]

Sort of. The building's big enough that we can kinda hide in it. [Around another corner, and Quattordici's suddenly pulling them up short at a door. It appears to be a discreet door in the back of a building that is, indeed, quite large. Some kind of service entrance or fire escape or something to that effect.

Quattordici carefully raps on the door in a certain way, then hisses.] Quarantanove! You in there?