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Event Log: The Hope of a Child

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the The Hope of a Child event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 23rd-Feb 1st
Warnings: Youths

By now, the gods have probably done enough weird crap to you while you're asleep for you to be a little suspicious- but it's not like you can just not sleep, especially when there are a few supernatural forces making your eyes droopy and your body feel heavy.

And now, when you fall asleep, you'll wake up somewhere else and you'll likely have quite a different temperament- you'll be younger, maybe a little more naive and innocent, and you won't exactly remember all the wild stuff that's happened to your adult self. Maybe now you'll be a little more trusting and emotional, hm? The gods could definitely use a little boost in power, and what better way to do it than to harness the power of overemotional kiddos!

Or maybe you aren't affected at all and find yourself surrounded by youths. What are you going to do when your best friend doesn't know how to cook for themselves? Or your bitter rival is throwing a temper tantrum because they broke their favorite toy? Nobody asked for this kind of responsibility, but think about what would happen if nobody was around to take care of these babies...

► This log covers January 23rd-Feb 1st.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you trip over a kid and die, please let us know here.

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[Prompts below! Please hit either of us up if you have any questions or want to do any further plotting!

meyggy and

cancerously!]

i; Out and About

[Deep in the middle of Hadriel, anyone listening may hear the sounds of a child crying. SItting in the middle of the street is a young elven boy, short, dark hair falling around his face, a leg propped up to his chest and hands clasped over his knee. His head is down, but from the sound of his wailing, he obviously seems hurt. If someone approaches, Taako will raise his head, his eyes looking wet and giving a sniffle with his ears drooped.]

Can you… can you help? It hurts…

[For all intents and purposes, this looks like a simple scene. A kid was getting too rambunctious and scratched himself up. You’d be cruel not to help out, right? You wouldn’t leave him out here, would you?

… Except for the fact that this is a setup, and he’s not hurt at all. Should you chose to approach, his twin Lup is close nearby, watching the scene from the shadows and preparing to pick your pocket or make off with your entire bag before moving onto the next unwitting victim. Good luck, suckers!]

ii; Gremlins in Your House

[No one is safe.

Anyone returning home for the afternoon may quickly realize that something isn't quite right with their place. For one, nothing seems to be where they left it. It looks like a living room-sized tornado came twisting through, knocking books off of shelves and dragging chairs from one side of the room to the other. The cushions on the couch have all been pulled to the floor and that nice throw that had been hanging off the back is mysteriously gone.

And secondly, well, there's a pair of high-pitched, squabbling voices floating down the hallway from the nearest bedroom.

Upon closer inspection, the culprits appear to be two young, identical elves, one of which is perched on top of the dresser and tearing through the top drawer, sending the owner's clothes flying as she searches for anything valuable or shiny to add to the twins' collection. The other elf is deep into the closet, making faces at a pair of bland-looking shoes.

Lup throws a pair of balled up socks at her twin brother's head.] Hurry up, dingus! We don't have all afternoon. Get in, get out, remember?

iii; Wildcard

[OOC: Feel free to throw us any prompt you like! We are down for it!]

i; you were so young, young and dumb [Child]

[One moment you’re strolling through Hadriel alone, but the next, you suddenly have a shadow.

Wherever the unfamiliar face is headed, Lup seems intent on following along, her tiny hands curled into fists at her sides, eyes darting up and down the stranger's back.

For those who have come to know Lup in Hadriel, this young elf may not be difficult to identify. Though her hair is dark and her usual sharp cheekbones are obscured by baby fat, she still has the trademark long ears, the tan freckled skin, and the same defiant look in her eyes that her adult self sports. And despite being dressed in dirty clothes that look a little too small on her skinny frame, she holds her chin up haughtily like she's royalty instead of a street urchin, eying the figure in front of her with a frown.

When Lup finally speaks up, her voice is childlike with just a hint of a squeak, but it still manages to hold a surprising amount of indifference for her young age. She sounds bored.]

Why do you dress like that? It makes you look stupid.

ii; you were the baddest, the biggest, the bestest, burned out one [Adult]

[Nothing in Hadriel could ever just be normal, now could it?

There's always been a handful of kids running around Hadriel, usually all way too mature for their age, but still just a few among the sea of teenagers and adults that seemed to make up the population of the city. But now, overnight, that balance seems to have mysteriously shifted for the worse.

And Lup wants absolutely no part of it.]

Go away. [It doesn't matter how big and sad their damn eyes are, the elven woman gives a little wave of her hand towards the first kid that tries approaching her, making a shooing motion.] I'm way too hot to be your mom. Now skedaddle.

iii; you filled a bill, you kept it fun [Wildcard]

[OOC: Hit me up at

meyggy or at my plotting comment if you want to do something else! I'm up for ANYTHING. I want baby Lup to make all of the friends and for adult Lup to become an unwilling mom to like everyone.]

i; my own little world is what I deserve, cause I am the only child there is [Child]

[For once, Taako is around without his twin, and he doesn’t seem too happy about it. He’s slipping around the city, obviously looking for something, but absolutely not wanting to ask a single person. He’s hiding in the shadows, ducking and weaving outside of the sunlight, and looking intently into dark corners, small hiding places, and also maybe making a small pile of food in a shop and then hiding in it like a goblin. If left to his own devices, he’ll do this the entirety of the event, eating crackers straight out of the box and stealing things from people’s apartments. Feel free to catch him anywhere around the city, wiggling into small spaces and digging through the shops.

Honestly, someone please forcibly make him eat something that isn’t out of a box, he’ll die like this.]

ii; i'm king of it all, the belle of the ball, i promise i've always been like this [Adult]

[This is, honestly, adult Taako’s worst nightmare.

He’s always had a soft spot for kids. He remembers being a messed up kid-- hell, he’s spent the better part of this week being a messed up kid-- and while he’s not a decent parent in the fucking least, he’s not going to let a kid wander into a wall, or eat something that kills them, or get themselves hurt.

But he’s also… really, really not good at this “affection” thing. Or “caring” thing. Or “being a good person”. So instead, he’s found himself in the park, idly practicing his prestidigitation cantrip. Currently, he’s shaping a small piece of metal into different small shapes; it moves fluidly from a cube, to a sphere, to a star, and he looks at it as it goes, pretending to ignore his surroundings.

But hey, maybe there’s a kid around interested in some cool parlor tricks. It’s how he got into it, after all. And at this point, it’s about the level of emotional connection he can manage, but it’s something after all.]

iii. forever the first, my bubble can't burst, it's almost like only I exist [Wildcard]

[Hit me up on

cancerously for any additional plotting!! I want to get this boy up to ALL THE THINGS so please let me know. Feel free to PM me as well!]

Edited 2018-01-23 19:11 (UTC)

i. olly olly oxen free, all the people you will never be [kid, beginning, delight's apartments]

[There is, somewhere around Delight’s apartments, a very small, very scared lizard girl.

She’s only about two, maybe two and a half feet tall, glasses still too big for her face and lab coat somehow still managing to be oversized. She’s clutching herself tight, hiding in the shadow of the overhang and staring directly at the sun, in awe and disbelief.

Eventually, she pulls herself back, rubbing at her eyes under her glasses and looking dazed. But oh gosh. Oh gosh. She’s here, she’s above ground, and she’s alone. None of this is good. She must be dreaming, and… maybe it’s a good dream. Maybe she can just…

Quietly, she speaks up, eyes finally starting to scan the street outside.]

Dad…? Dad, are… p-please be here…

ii. you cannot build a river across it; you cannot hold your own heart hostage [kid, mid event, around town]

[Alphys is, for all intents and purposes, starting to get the hang of this. Sure, she’s out here without her father, and sure, there are humans everywhere, and sure, she’s actually out of the Underground, but she can handle this. She’s a big girl! A strong adventurer! A superhero! She can conquer whatever’s coming for her.

Today, in an attempt to stop herself from being so overwhelmed she hides in her bed again, she’s trying to enjoy herself. Which for her, means she’s digging through garbage. Tiny Alphys can be found picking through garbage bags, carrying a small sack with her of things she likes- small shiny crystals, pieces of cloth with designs she finds pretty, even springs if they make a nice noise. She seems pretty absorbed in her work, though, and might not notice someone’s approach. Feel free to join her, or catch her digging around in your garbage, looking for things you may not need anymore.

But hey, one man’s trash is another lizard’s treasure, right?]

iii. you wonder if you could've done better, you wonder if you should've surrendered [adult, mid event, around the city]

[Alphys is, objectively, not great at dealing with kids-- but she wouldn’t want any of them to be out and alone while all of this is getting sorted out. She’s managed to grab a box of cookies, and is heading around the city, finding any kids that look off and alone and holding one out to them with a smile. She’s aware she looks a little bit scary, but maybe she just looks like a giant toy. It’s worth a shot, at least.]

Hey, uhm, a-are you hungry…? These are really good, and uhm, you can have one if you come out...

iv. didn't you, didn't you, didn't, didn't you see me? [wildcard]

[ooc: Hit me up at

cancerously for any additional plotting!! I wanna hit a lot this event and I'm down to clown. You can feel free to PM me as well!]

Edited 2018-01-23 19:25 (UTC)

[Prompts to follow. All child!Fingon tags will come from

whowouldvaliantbe, and if you have a specific idea you'd like to play out you can find me at

delatour]

( not getting de-aged, prompts below, as always! )

( There are children here, this she knows, but...

Surely there weren't so many of them before. She definitely doesn't remember that. Serah frowns as she watches kids wind their way through the streets, pausing in her walk through the city to try and figure out where they all came from-

Wait. Did that one look familiar? Almost like someone she met before...

Which, unfortunately, may have to wait, as she gets knocked by a passing child, running without watching where they're going. )

Hey—! Watch it! You'll hurt yourself!

( NNNGH. Yes, that's an annoyed exhale. Kids. She loves them, but— )

( One thing to be said about this sudden influx of children is that it's given Serah even more determination to find a suitable place to house lessons. Even if there's no formal school here, ever, she can't let these kids just run around without learning something.

So, with a determined look on her face and her fingers at the pendant around her neck, Serah spends an afternoon walking around the housing structures, trying to find an empty place. Something that looks right. )

Hmm...

( She stops outside a house, arms folding as she eyes it up. )

I wonder if this place ever had a school.

( She wonders how this city used to handle education, before the people who exist here and now came around. )

( de-aged and adult prompts below! see notes~ )

( This place is strange. Too warm, nothing like home. All the buildings are wrong and there's too few people. But more than that, Kate feels off.

Everything's quiet. The back of her mind is totally silent in a way it's never been before. Not even the barest hint of white noise, a change which leads her to push her fingers against the back of her skull until it's uncomfortable enough to make her wince.

That's never happened before.

And in this strange place, she can't find a familiar face. Can't find the one face she wants to find.

But there are others. Other people nearby in a building which looks like it's trying to be a doctor's office but kind of failing at it, and she has a question. An important one that requires folded arms and a level stare directed up at the nearest grown person. )

Where's Marc?

( If the facial expression didn't tip you off to her identity, the accent probably does. )

Edited 2018-01-24 00:49 (UTC)

Scared?

( It doesn't take long for Kate to decide to explore, the young girl suddenly appearing from out of the Colosseum's entrance with her eyes darting all over the place. There's a lot that needs to be seen.

And there's only one way to see a city. Only one real way to get to know a place.

The rooftops. Obviously.

She can't jump the whole building, not quite yet, but there are ways around it. Leaping onto a half-broken wall and jumping across onto another, higher platform. From there it's a scramble up onto the roof of one of the nearby shops and Kate looks around for the person she'd challenged moments ago.

Did you follow her? Did you stay down? Or did you have another way of getting up? )

C'mon!

( But, soon enough, it's back to business as usual. Kate goes back to eyeing up the state of the clinic, the state of the guard HQ, to hair that's bleach blonde with far too many inches of brown roots showing because some goddesses can't help their traitorous nature.

(What issues?)

The kids are a headache, mostly. Little things that dart into the clinic while she's trying to clean plaster dust off a counter, and she looks over them with careful eyes. )

You injured yourself or something?

Jan 24-25

[If the fuzzy leopard hat and spotted shorts don't give him away, the sour look on his face should. Trafalgar Law, 10 years old, and fresh after joining the Donquixote Pirates, is walking around with a string of grenades around him like a twisted necklace of death. It's a good thing this is a projection, or that might be threatening. He looks like he hates everyone and everything (he does) and even if he realizes his new crew isn't here, that doesn't change his attitude one bit. After all, he doesn't need them, does he?]

Get out of my way or I'll kill you.

[With what weapon? If looks could kill...?]

Jan 27-29

[Late on the 27th after the big sun goes down, Law passes out involuntarily and here he is again, this time 13 years old even if he doesn't look it - he's scrawny and short, less dirty/ragged but definitely not what a young teen should be. The hat is the same, but peeking out from his hoodie and all across his face are large blotches of white, mottling his skin and enhancing the hollow circles under his eyes. Once he figures out (again) what's going on, there will be one overriding concern...]

Are you sure you've never met anyone who goes by that name? He was supposed to get something for me, I don't...

[no can't tell strangers he's mere weeks from dying. Can't tell anyone he's in pain. Can't reveal his weakness.]

Fine, then, is there a hospital around?

Jan 31

[finally, third time's a charm and Confusion gets him back down to when he had hope. He's almost ten! No white spots! No grenades! Just a kid in that same silly hat and a school uniform jacket, running around to explore everything and lord his superior intellect over other kids and adults alike.]

What do you mean there's no library? If the thing I read is correct, I might be stuck here for a while and I need to study. Maybe one of the doctors has a text. Is there a laboratory? Like...where you can dissect things? My father wouldn't be happy if I came back dumber.

The In-between Times (Jan 23, 26-27, 29-30 and end)

[Law certainly notices the oddness right away, since it's not Door-time and he occasionally stumbles on a slumbering adult. But it isn't until after the first time it happens that he actively attempts to evade sleep. Last time they dreamed it revealed things he didn't want revealed, so all the more reason to stay awake. He's not successful, though, and those times when he's forcing himself to stay awake he is super irritable. A great time to encounter child versions of his friends, right?

He will, at least, be at the clinic more than not, but also roaming the city making sure no one passes out under the double-suns and fries. Against his better judgment it'll make him very public and very easy to encounter, whether stomping around on patrol or in the clinic on patch-up duty.]

[The child who happened to run into Serah passes as a blonde blur in denim dungarees and brightly-coloured sneakers. She gasps in as Serah shouts after her and hops slightly on one foot as she turns around with her mouth open in a small 'o' of surprise.]

Sorry!

[Around the age of ten, at least she has the good manners to apologise.]

I'm.. just looking for my mom.

[This child doesn't so much dart into the clinic as quietly walk in and linger near the door, looking around the room with large blue eyes behind round-framed spectacles. The heat outside is as bad as ever, but he hasn't budged an inch to make himself more comfortable in his dark shorts and white shirt, still buttoned all the way up.

Sandy blond hair falls into his eyes, and the way he nudges his glasses up with the tips of his fingers is undoubtedly all too familiar before he looks up and speaks softly, but with careful precision applied to each word.]

No. I think I'm lost.

( ooc ; child!journal is

beggarprincess, feel free to plot with me at

kairaptor )

[ A young girl walks the streets of Hadriel looking very out of place. With silvery hair and pale skin, she seems more like a moonbeam-turned-human than anything. Her clothes are silken, expensive-looking, and her jewelry bears symbols of dragons: a little hint at her identity.

The little Princess is happy to be exploring, wandering the city with a kind of breathless excitement. She appears shy, too, and doesn't approach anyone... often, anyway. Instead, the young Daenerys flits around the streets, peering into the strange buildings and shops. ]

Oh... [ She sighs wistfully, peering up at one of the temples as she passes. It's a beautiful thing, but is a bit intimidating, too, so she continues on her way. The people that pass receive a slight smile and a quick duck of her gaze, for Daenerys knows she shouldn't be out wandering alone, and that - as her brother tells her all-too often - there are people who will hurt her if they realize who she is.

No matter. She's safe so long as she doesn't give her name, isn't she? ]

Begging your pardon. [ The girl mutters, dropping her eyes and curtsying roughly as sh nearly collides with a passer-by. ] I'm afraid I didn't see you.

[ She'd knocked something out of the stranger's hands, though, and quickly grabs for the item in order to return it. ]

[ Dany is a mother, of course, of a babe long gone and of three dragons. More than that, she is mhysa to her people and has a particular fondness for children - she will never forget the bodies that lined the crosses on the road to Mereen.

As such, the influx of children to Hadriel is... endearing. And worrying. ]

Settle down, little one. Where are you going? [ She chuckles fondly as one nearly runs into her on their way past. They clearly aren't paying attention, but that isn't so strange. Not for youth, where everything is more interesting than the present. Dany smiles a little more warmly and folds her hands at her front, not quite wanting to reach out, but wanting to be there for the child all the same. ]

If you've gotten lost, then I can help you.

One

[There are two things you need to know about a young Terrence Ephemera. The first is that he has no impulse control. The second is that the mild hints of pyromania you might notice in the older version aren't nearly so subdued when he's eleven years old and away from adult supervision. Which was about 90% of the time when he was younger.

His adult self is fast asleep. Leaving the suit of armor completely untended. Which is awesome. Terrence has managed to disengage one of the gauntlets and figure out how to activate the flame thrower, if not exactly how to aim it.

Whoops?

He's currently fussing with the gauntlet, barefoot and cackling down by the river. There are smoldering bits of trash and debris scattered about.

He waves the gauntlet. There's a whoosh of flame.]

Awesome!

[Terrence is having a wonderful time, thanks for asking. He's also figured out how to activate what is essentially a military grade flamethrower and no, he is not anywhere close to done with the fuel.

Enjoy.]

Two

[There you were, minding your own business, when you notice that a rather determined eleven year old has managed to free-climb about halfway up the side of a sizable building. He's laughing his ass off and looks rather pleased with himself, despite the threat of eminent danger.

Someone should probably stop him. Or egg him on. You do you, Hadriel.]

Three

[There are children. Everywhere. This is worrying.

Ephemera has planted himself in the armory and has taken it upon himself to keep the sudden influx of brats from maiming themselves on the sharp, shiny things. He's in full armor but has his helmet off, and looks rather frazzled.]

No, don't touch that. Put that down. Oh, fuck me, that is not a toy!

[Save him.]

Wildcard!

[Hit me!]

[De-aged journal is

foxpup! Feel free to plot with me at

moonsilver or via PM if you want a specific starter/scenario.]

[he might look tiny but Law's too old for that shit. That, and, well, he's not a fan of cookies. They're just sweetened bread, okay.

Cue an expression of mingled suspicion and fascination]

I don't like cookies. Are you a fishman? Woman. Whatever.

[There's a confused, scrawny-looking boy wandering the streets, gazing around at everything in a mixture of awe and fear. He's nowhere he's ever seen before except in paintings or stories, and while at first it's interesting, the heat, the unfamiliarity, and the fact his mentor is nowhere to be found are all starting to get to him.

There are people around, but he's not supposed to trust strangers, right? They're dangerous.

So instead of asking for help, Yusuke does as he's been taught if he gets lost. He finds a place in the shade to sit and wait, because he knows if he wanders, he risks getting lost even further.]

I'll wait here, Sensei... [He mumbles and draws his knees up to his chin, trying to be braver than he feels.]

I.

[There's a ball of light in the sky, and Findekano has no idea how it got there. It looks a bit like Laurelin, when he squints up at it, but it's...off. Not so radiant, and fiercer- his eyes start watering when he tries to look up at it for long. What happened to the Light, and why is it up there instead of coming from the Trees like normal?

After a while of wandering around and contemplating this, Findekano decides that all this light is making him too warm. Luckily, there are all sorts of pools around! Without a care for his rich, well-made clothing, he jumps in and begins to splash about delightedly.]

II.

[Sooner or later, someone lets slip that there's monsters somewhere outside the city. It's a well-meant warning, intended to keep the small children well-behaved and safe: exactly the kind of saying that most children forget the moment the adults are out of the room.

For the children of Valinor, born to beauty and peace, the idea that there might be danger about is something out of storybooks- the exciting story books at that, the ones Amme says you shouldn't read because they'll give you nightmares. But Findekano has always loved those stories, and he can't resist the thought of being in one himself.

He's found himself a sword, which is much longer than he was expecting it to be, but he's sure he'll be able to hold it properly soon. Now all he needs is some practice and then he can find an urco. Or some other monster, he isn't really particular about that.

Someone stop him, before he gets himself hurt?]

Edited 2018-01-23 22:22 (UTC)

[And he's down below just watching the little girl with fascination. She looks a little familiar...]

Ah, I could come up there but if I did, you'd be in danger of falling off and going splat. [What]

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Event Log: The Hope of a Child

Taako & Lup l OPEN

Both Twins.

Lup.

Taako.

alphys | ota, will match format!

Fingon | OPEN

serah farron / ffxiii

one/ when your dreams come alive you're unstoppable ( OPEN )

two/ take the shot, chase the sun, find the beautiful ( OPEN )

kate galloway / original

one/ have you seen my childhood? ( OPEN )

two/ i'm searching for the world that i come from ( OPEN )

three/ 'cause i've been looking around ( OPEN )

Trafalgar Law - OPEN

no subject

no subject

daenerys targaryen ; ota

child!version

normal flavor

Terrence Ephemera/Sharkface - OTA

Yusuke Kitagawa | OTA

iii

smol

no subject

no subject