AGE PLOT SHENANIGANS

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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. ]

Comments

yes good excellent

[moded]

[At the very least, Bart's suddenly doubting whether or not he has control over his own body for the time being, so he doesn't reach back towards Manabu to try and help him up or anything. Nope. He's on his own for that. No more attempted heroics from this kid.

... He will be crouched and staring at him from like two feet away whenever Manabu pulls that jacket away.]

You fell. [He's stating oh-so-helpfully.] Which- [Was extremely uncool and ungraceful and Bart's about to actually say that before he catches himself, frowns, and ends up just saying a thoughtful:] -was my fault. I punched you.

[........................... nope no apology yet he's still trying to figure out if aliens made him do it]

[siriusly]

[he blinks.]

...Oh. [if there's some expectation of outrage or at least annoyance, Bart's not getting any of that. Manabu's still just baffled, rubbing his jaw.] That explains that part, but... [squiiiiint.] I didn't see you in the way at all? So–?

[moded]

[He did-- kinda. And the fact that he isn't getting it has the kid relaxing a bit, hesitating before slowly and so carefully holding out his hand to try and help Manabu up.

Can't say he's not trying to help.]

I was running. [He says it like it's the simplest thing in the world.] So you wouldn't have.

[siriusly]

[Manabu leans away from the extended hand at first; this isn't so much habit as it is a very new, learned, almost Pavlovian reaction. he doesn't hesitate much after awareness that he's not going to get decked this time around and reaches for it, hoisting himself up about as fast as he can to make up for that lapse.

running? huh.] I suppose that'd explain it – if you were in such a hurry...then... [dreadful realization hits as he yanks his hand away, doing a much habitual search for a wristwatch that is definitely not there.] Oh no.

[clock. clock??? he swivels his head around.] What time is it–?

[moded]

[Hey, when a speedster moves slowly, it's extremely thought-through and very well controlled. Doesn't mean Bart's fingers didn't twitch once or twice to try and make a fist, though.]

I'm not in a hurry. [Which, he's realizing, probably makes no sense. Since that's why people normally run.] That's just how I move, I guess.

[Okay, that probably doesn't help. But before he can try and explain it another way, Manabu's suddenly freaking out. The kid opens his mouth once to try and interject, to offer some sort of assistance, but. Well. This guy seems pretty content to panic.

So, in the end, he just rolls his eyes and turns slightly. There's a slight gust of wind, a faint little wshh and maybe a second's worth of time where the kid wasn't there, before he's back, offering up a clock like it's no big thing.]

Here.

[siriusly]

Ah--

[before he can say anything, Bart is a blur and...also bearing a clock.

Manabu is having trouble processing this anywhere near as quickly. he gawks, mouth agape, and blinks a few times. the numbers don't even register just now (but yes, nerd, you're late)...]

H-how did...? You were just...

[moded]

[Bart shrugs a shoulder, holding out the clock again in another attempt to hand it over to Manabu.]

I ran. [Duh.] I don't know how to read these kinds- but that works, right?

[Because if not he could probably find a digital clock-- in fact, he's already sort of looking around like he's seeing if there are any nearby.]

[siriusly]

[he ran.

well. well alright then? that's not actually all right, but. but alright! Manabu can't possibly be distressed about this if the guy's just going to up and shrug and act like it's no big thing here.

right. clock. uh... Manabu's eyes drop back to the clock, staring for a couple beats before registering the time.

he jolts a little, then winces.] Ah, no! If that's right, then I'm definitely not reaching the station in time...!

[moded]

[Welcome to the mystical, magical world of kids who can break the sound barrier in their sneakers, Manabu.

Bart just kind of wide-eye blinks at the way this guy's suddenly freaking out, though. And also rescinding his offer of the clock, instead holding it close to his chest as he frowns.]

Where are you going? [p a u s e] And... why are you so worried about it?

[This world is amazing and beautiful and alive- Bart doesn't get why so many people seem to be so busy and stressed, here.]

[siriusly]

[he's smacked a hand to his forehead and is dragging it slowly down one side of his face while Bart's asking. grimacing, Manabu glances back up at him.]

This job I got...practically for nothing! Besides being here, anyway. [and he doesn't even really like it, but that's not the point! the point is PROMISES and COMMITMENTS.] In-in any case, this'll be the third time I'm late! And I don't think they're gonna hold the train for me this time...

[he sighs heavily, head drooping.] I don't even know what they do with guys like me if I get fired...