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April Aftermath: Young Volcanoes

APRIL AFTERMATH: YOUNG VOLCANOES
Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: You aren't quite acting your age...
When: April 15th - April 30th
Where: Everywhere!
Warnings: Mark your headers accordingly!
We Are Anti-Venom

Come the morning of April 15th, the eruption of Mount Tharama has largely died down. The caves set into Mount Alysum can be safely accessed, and anyone remaining inside dug free...if the ceiling hasn't caved down over them by now, that is.

Aside from whatever bones you might still have to pick with the Roaka, it seems that everything has gone back to normal...hasn't it?
Up until the point where the newly reborn Roaka break free from the blackened husks of their past selves, that is, much the way a baby phoenix would. The rolling clouds of ash that have darkened the skies for the past few days, characteristic of any volcanic eruption, then proceed to obtain some very, very unexpected new qualities...and its effects on the rest of you will soon be felt in earnest.

Perhaps you'll wake up younger one day, with an adult's mind and memories. Perhaps you'll wake up older, far older, than you were when you last fell asleep. Whatever the combination of age and memory and ability that inhabits you, it can potentially persist all the way up until April 30th, and can change at virtually any time.

You'd better hope that you're eloquent enough to be of use come the next Storytelling. There's no telling if Mu will interpret your shifts in age as relevant to your dreaming mind or not. (Which means, in short, that's up to you.)
If you attempt to seek answers with the Roaka, this is the one topic with which they can be of even less help than usual. This phenomenon is completely new and different to them; you and your plethoras of strange species, which they have now finally registered as sufficiently different in makeup to their own, must react to things...very differently than they.

You can find most of the information you'll need for this part of the event on the OOC Event Post! Be sure to let us know if you have any questions!
Event Timeline
[ ♆ ] April 15th: The eruption ends. Character ages may begin to be affected by the ash in the air.
[ ♆ ] April 20th: The monthly Storytelling occurs.
[ ♆ ] April 30th: The effects of the ash wear off, and affected characters are restored to normal.
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tenthstreetbred: (Question)

[personal profile] tenthstreetbred 2019-12-04 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
...Yeah. I am.

[It's fine????]

So I win. I guess.

[The win feels pretty hollow seeing as she now has to grapple with the concept of mortality but. Whatever.]
lesbeau: (« [Pout] whatever DAD)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2019-12-07 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[She scowls, but doesn't say anything as she wipes her mouth with her hand and pulls herself shakily to her feet.]

Whatever. It was stupid.

[Dumb. Of course she couldn't win, when could she ever win? She was just a stupid kid who wanted to be important.]

Guess you're gonna go now or like, tell on me or something? I dunno who's in charge, I mean it.
tenthstreetbred: (Doubtful)

Shepard: I'M A BADASS Also Shepard: hhhh scawy

[personal profile] tenthstreetbred 2020-01-17 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Shepard shakes her head furiously.]

Nuh uh. I ain't no tattle tale. Y'can't trust cops and all that.

[Shepard scrambles up a bit.]

According to our deal, I'm in charge now. And my first decree is...

[She bites her lip in worry.]

That you get some rest.
lesbeau: (« [Yell] and THEN he fuckign did THAT)

hjlksd shes CUTE

[personal profile] lesbeau 2020-01-22 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[That only makes her scowl deeper, defenses flaring in a petty show of defense as her shoulders hike and she puffs up like an angry kitten.]

Don't pity me!! I don't need it! I don't need you!!

[So much of her hurts, but she's on her feet as much as she can, and once she's upright she turns and starts to bolt off into the underbrush. She has no idea where she's going, but she has to find somewhere else. That dumb girl knows too much.

Ugh, magic prodigies. What jerks.]