[Deaging Event Start!]

[oi_theoi]

Who: Leedin, people who do favors for gods, gawkers. The usual
When: Day 72, evening
Where: 4th floor, near the shrines
What: De-aging event and an industrious goddess.

[You might hear the click and clatter of wood against wood near the shrines. Leedin is working at a spinning wheel. Of course, most people don't manipulate several others via magic as they go.]

I have been asked to assist in the cleaning of the public spaces. If you wish to assist me, please take a spindle -- a full one -- and carry it with you. It will temporarily remove some of the elapsed time of your life and store it within the thread. After a couple of days, I should have enough to restore one of the buildings here. Or another space.

[She stops work and swaps out the full spindles for empty ones.]

Also, do be careful until I have finished. This sort of work does… relax… the way that time flows. There may be pockets of odd effects in less settled areas.

[OOC: Rules

[Taking an spindle will cause you to regress in age. It will be a full, physical change: any scars, tattoos, missing limbs, magical transformations, etc. will be reversed if you age your character down past when those happened.

[Characters can either mentally stay the same age they are, or age up/down to match their new physical age. Similarly, memories of being an adult may be vague or even impossible to remember for children. Your call -- whatever's fun. Whether they retain the memories of being de-aged after the fact is up to you.

[Leedin will take care of details like clothing, because that's in her domain, and she's a neat freak like that. The effect will also wear off if they return a spindle to her (or you can join later).

[Characters not inclined to volunteer when goddesses ask for donations can be caught in a pocket of odd time.

[This will last an OOC week.]

Comments

[hyanaimne]

What you are telling me is not possible.

[retracing]

How old are you?

[hyanaimne]

Fourteen.

[retracing]

[sparkles out and sparkles in behind you (=]

So as a wise and worldly fourteen year old, how likely is it that you actually have any idea about what is and isn't possible?

[hyanaimne]

[asjls; turns to glare at him]

I never claimed to be wise nor worldly.

[retracing]

You claimed to know what's impossible. That's probably even more arrogant.

[hyanaimne]

It is a . . . statement? Not a claim. But is it not arrogant to pick on children when they do not believe you?

[retracing]

I'm obnoxiously arrogant, it isn't a surprise, not even to you. Normally.

[hyanaimne]

You did not even know my name. How am I to believe that we are acquainted?

[retracing]

I told you, you go by the name Tempest in the future. But let's see... much of what I know of her probably doesn't apply to you yet. You're a half-elf, you would rather sit in a corner and read then dance, but you like to sing and will sometimes even permit an audience.

[hyanaimne]

. . . anyone could know that.

[retracing]

Not anyone who's never been to your world. But you don't talk about your childhood much, so that's all I have.

[hyanaimne]

. . .

If I were to believe you, would you be able to tell me how to fix things?

[retracing]

There's nothing to fix. Some god is interfering with your timeline, and claims it will only be temporary. I expect in a day or so you'll be back to normal.

[hyanaimne]

. . . but I do not believe in gods. How is it they have any power over me?

[retracing]

Wouldn't it be a convenient world where belief had anything to do with power.

[gestures at the shrines]

You can talk to them easily enough if you want to ask about it.

[hyanaimne]

No, thank you.

[retracing]

Then I suppose all you have is my word.

[hyanaimne]

The word of a stranger.

[retracing]

Follow your instincts, I suppose.

[hyanaimne]

You have not even introduced yourself.

[retracing]

You haven't asked. My name is Archer.

[hyanaimne]

. . . is that not a title?

[retracing]

And a fitting name.

[hyanaimne]

I suppose.