AGE PLOT SHENANIGANS

[microbrobotics]

WHO: Everyone and anyone!
WHERE: De Chima, various
WHEN: Around 6 PM EST, March 25th
WHAT: Age plot kickoff!
WARNINGS: Cuteness.

[ LET'S GET THIS PARTY OFFICIALLY STARTED! Opening events so we don't do too much comm flooding (although people are welcome to make their own posts for the event). You're welcome to toplevel with your character if you'd like to have them show up somewhere else for this plot.

Current toplevels:
Spring Festival in a De Chima city park
De Chima #1
De Chima #1, later (Minato)

The age plot will run from March 25th through Sunday, March 29th. More deets available at the plotting post. ]

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[kanadian]

[ The moment it happened, Kaidan too reacted instantly. Focused on snapping to attention, he practically jerked forward, his head shaking, and he'd just excused himself from the acquaintance when he tried to move himself, except he was no better off. A mess of clothing and not much else. It practically swallowed him, and he wanted to ask if he'd shrunk, but he wasn't sure.

Lean, weak arms felt around, before he tried to tuck the shirt around him properly, a button up that was gapping aorund the worst parts forced him to turn it more into a pair of shorts through some clever tying, but that was cold, and he started to look around for his -- John -- only to find a mess of bodies and faces and chaos that was getting worse and worse by the moment.

He started to weave and duck, and it took him a bit of time, before he finally heard his name, and he looked up, squinting. That didn't sound like anyone he knew, and he nearly ignored it, before he looked down at his hands. They were small, and he swallowed. ]

Yeah?

[ He tried to yell over the crowd, but his voice didn't carry very far. He just kept his shirt close, before he finally found the detail he was looking for, Shepard's clothes which were...

Not on his Shepard, but some kid. Then again, from the amount of small children in baggy clothes he'd passed... ]

Shepard?

[sassguard]

[ Shepard doesn't recognize the kid coming toward him, and for a moment, he doesn't recognize the name either, feeling a twinge of dissonance. Shepard is his mom, not him, but then he realizes there's only one person this could be, and he hurries over, the hem of his T-shirt flapping carelessly in the wind, the only thing preserving his decency the length of the jacket he's elected to keep on. ]

Kaidan! Are you okay?! [ The idea that he could be hurt is more worrying than it should be. He knows Kaidan's strong, a Spectre and a Major and a biotic, but right now he's none of those things, just tiny and drowning in his shirt, and Shepard's eyes are wide as he reaches out to grasp both of his hands in his own, slightly bigger ones.

As adults, the difference in their height is at most about an inch, Alliance training and genetic enhancement making up for what they weren't born with or what upbringing didn't foster. Like this, though, Shepard can almost see the top of Kaidan's head standing next to him, and it's a little flabbergasting. ]

What's going on? [ He speaks with a touch of a lisp from missing teeth, but the worry in blue eyes that are even paler than Kaidan remembers them is all too real. ]

[kanadian]

[ The only thing that keeps Kaidan from figuring who the hell is holding his hand is two things: Shepard's shirt, and the look on his eye is so Shepard that Kaidan can't think of anyone else if could be. He winced slightly, looking at Shepard with enough worry and concern that his expression perfectly mirrored Shepard's. He looked around them, and then back at his boyfriend, who was a tiny boyfriend, but then a again, so was he, huh?

He looked around, still trying to work out the answer on his head, but after a moment, he just got fed up with waiting, and he sighed, dramatically. Just thinking about it was boring, and he wanted to fix it. ]

I don't know! I thought we were shrunk, but....

But you look really young -- [ And pretty adorable, but he didn't say that, at least. He just worried at his lip, and then shifted from foot to foot, too much nervous energy. ]

Did it happen to everyone? How come we can't even -- [ Well, they were tiny, of course they couldn't see anything. ] What're we gonna do?

[sassguard]

[ To be honest, Shepard doesn't really have a clue where to begin fixing things, but with Kaidan looking at him like that, how can he not try? Right now the most difficult part is that they're not even at their house, they're in a city that he isn't too familiar with and the Porter home seems like an impossible distance away.

But one thing is clear in his mind, as he squares his shoulders and lifts his chin, gripping Kaidan's hands tighter in his own before he looks around authoritatively, at the adults that don't seem to know what they're doing enough to pay attention to a pair of little boys in the middle of a crowd. Authoritatively, he starts tugging Kaidan off somewhere to the side, where they aren't likely to be trampled.

John Shepard might be headstrong and stubborn, but he is his mother's son, and if there's one thing she taught him to do, it's how to look out for himself, and he pulls himself together with all the determination being ten years old gets him. ]

We need to stick together. [ He glances down, and makes a face. ] And we need to get you shoes. You can't walk around like that.

[ Says the kid obliviously walking around barefoot himself. ]

[kanadian]

You're barefoot too!

[ He protested, but squeezed Shepard's hand back just in case he thought that he wasn't worried either. It was surreal, would it maybe be that he was shrunk while Shepard was a kid? No, that was stupid. He felt like he shouldn't believe it until he saw himself in a mirror, but it was still a reality, no matter what he did. No matter whether he saw his face looking back at him or not.

He followed along, shivering slightly, still trailing his pants behind him, before he finally gave up, and stopped Shepard long enough to pull his keys and wallet from his pants, and he clutched them in one small fist, still holding Shepard's hand in the other. ]

Do you think we could get a taxi? Go home? [ He scrunched up his nose. ]
Or find who did this, but I don't know -- [ They couldn't really fight on their own. They were ten, and while Kaidan normally felt anxiety and fear on the battlefield, the prospect of a fight right now practically made him shake with fear. ]

[sassguard]

[ The one reassuring thing was that their tattoos were still bright against their forearms, proof that they were still recognized as imPorts, so at least that took care of some of the worry that they wouldn't have money or couldn't communicate -- assuming they still worked as they should.

Feeling Kaidan shaking against him firmed Shepard's resolve, though, and he shook his head slightly, tiny fingers tightening on Kaidan's in an attempt at projecting an assurance he didn't really feel. He couldn't afford to be scared too, not with Kaidan as small and helpless as he was. ]

We should get somewhere safe and figure out where to go from there. We can't fight like this. [ Asking other imPorts for help didn't occur to him, and he held out his hand, flexing it slightly in a familiar mnemonic -- and his frown deepening when the familiar halo of blue didn't come. ]

My biotics aren't working.

[kanadian]

They're --

[ He gasped, and looked at Shepard with concern, turning to him and focusing more on him than in front of him, before he slipped his fingers up to his shoulders, turning his head to look him over. As if he was enough of an expert that he could figure out what's going on. ]

Your biotics aren't --

[ He squinted, and concentrated, his fingers moving, when he lifted a hand, and looked behind Shepard. His eyes narrowed in concentration. ]

Mine is -- Mine's okay, it's just -- weak? That's weird.