AGEING POTION

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AGEING POTION

You wake up on an average Wednesday morning in December. It's cold, and you're sore. Maybe very sore. Getting out of your loft bed might be a challenge this morning, and your mind might struggle to pinpoint why on earth you're so achey and stiff.

Or maybe you don't notice anything's wrong until you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. It looks like several dozen students have mysteriously aged overnight.

Healer Mufferaw is quickly brought up to speed, but determines that the situation isn't an excuse to miss class. It's just a normal Ageing Potion, although he's not sure how it got so many people. Get to your classes! It'll pass, stop complaining! Maybe it'll teach some of you kids to appreciate your youth while you've still got it.

HOW THIS WORKS

• Students who took a shower yesterday afternoon or evening were the ones effected. By the end of today, the water supply will have been thoroughly cleaned and made tamper-proof.


• How much your character ages depends on a multitude of factors, including how long they showered, how naturally receptive they are to the potion's effects, and if they ingested any of the water.


• Healer Mufferaw is insisting everyone still go to school despite their new ages. This isn't a life threatening condition! If you can walk you can get to class! That said, teachers will make accommodations for their particularly ancient students if they're having trouble getting around or seeing.


• The effects will fade by tomorrow morning at the latest, but some people may revert to their teen selves by the evening. No matter what, everyone will wake up on Thursday their normal age.


• No culprit is identified.


• As it was only the student showers that were tampered with, no teachers were aged. You might get the impression that some of the teachers (Hightower, Rhee, Merrill and O'Hare are the worst offenders) think this is either funny or adorable. Although of course this is terrible! This school has a real problem with potions abuse!!!

CLICK HERE FOR WHO WAS CAUGHT IN THE POTION

Archimedes aged 5 years
Bianca aged 13 years
Calvin aged 10 years
Cameron aged 70 years
Carolina aged 10 years
Casper aged 35 years
Cassius aged 30 years
Charlotte aged 25 years
Clementine aged 10 years
Dinah aged 20 years
Ennis aged 10 years
Estella aged 50 years
Ferdinand aged 10 years
Griffin aged 100 years
Heathcliff aged 10 years
Hieronymus aged 30 years
Iliya aged 50 years
Jade aged 40 years
Jefferson aged 60 years
Karen aged 10 years
Lachlan aged 55 years
Lilika aged 15 years
London aged 75 years
Lucas aged 30 years
Nisha aged 10 years
Noel aged 35 years
Paris aged 10 years
Peyton aged 7 years
Quentin aged 40 years
Riley aged 15 years
Ruby aged 10 years
Sofia aged 15 years
Solomon aged 70 years
Susana aged 17 years
Sybilla aged 50 years
Todd aged 30 years
Veronica aged 21 years
Webster aged 20 years
Wilde aged 10 years

» MORNING: You wake up to find yourself or your roommates slightly older than anticipated.

» CLASSES: Despite being physically well past high school age, you still have midterms next week. Get to class!

» AROUND CAMPUS: Life goes on, even at a school with a serious problem with mass poisonings.

» EVENING: For some students, the effects of the potion start to fade. Others will have to wait until morning.

» OOC - Questions, Comments & Concerns

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MORNING

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Riley @ Breakfast (OPEN)

[riledup]

The amount of time it took for Riley to realize something was weird is... shameful. The first thing she probably should have noticed is that the cute little tank top she wore to bed seemed, like, kind of tight when she woke up, but whatever she's probably on her period or something. Maybe it was the four donuts she had for dinner, whatever.

She also probably should have noticed something when she went to put her contacts in and her eyes just wouldn't focus. It was like they were the wrong prescription or something? And it was giving her a headache like three minutes into doing her makeup, uuuggghhh, fine. She probably fucked them up, she'll wear her gross old lady GLASSES today. Which STILL didn't seem right, ugghhh.

It's not until she gets the heartburn that Riley really suspects something is amiss. Because 17-year-old Riley has never had to pay the price for her dietary sins in her life.

"What is happening to me," she says with no small amount of panic after stumbling into the latter half of breakfast. "Am I dying?? Am I having a heart attack, oh my god."

GOOD MORNING CHICKABROS

[bubblewrapped]

Lucas wakes up with an itchy face. Which is weird because this kid grows facial hair at approximately the rate the Laurentide Ice Sheet carved the Great Lakes out of North America. So it's doubly upsetting when his hand finds his chin and there's a whole lot of beard there.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he sits up abruptly and smacks his head on one of the ceiling beams above his bed. "Son of a--" he says in a voice that's not quite his own, gripping his forehead with weathered hands. As he lets himself fall backward in bed again, his hair falls into his face. Long curls, salt and pepper, a shock of white at the front.

The shriek that follows? That definitely sounds like Lucas. He also makes roughly the same sound he always does when he rolls, terrified, out of his bed and lands with a smack in a pile of sheets on the floor.

Ebonhide SENIOR Boys

[casperkim]

Normally, Casper doesn't wake up feeling stiff or groggy or having to clear his throat and his first thought is that, fuck, he's coming down with something. When he goes to brush back his hair (which seems oddly light in the dim cabin?) and sees how much rougher and more lined his hands look...he stops and stares. He looks down at himself. He pulls some of his long, now-silver hair down in front of his eyes for another inspection. He touches his face.

This...isn't right.

But everything else seems to be. His bunk looks the way it had looked last night. The room is still and quiet. He reaches for his wand just the same before slipping down from his bunk and pushing back the curtain, though. "...guys. Are any of you awake? I think we've got a problem." He isn't trying to be quiet and his voice has that hard, stern, I've-definitely-got-this-under-control edge to it that always surfaces when he's trying to take charge of a strange situation.

Old lady Sybilla (+ open)

[sylla]

Perhaps she can be mistaken as an Auror or some other official, she thinks to herself as she strides into the lodge for breakfast. Her coat and scarf do well to hide her uniform, which is altogether not a very dignified style for. . .whatever age she finds herself, but is much more helpful to protect from the cold which affects her much more today than she has ever felt before. All the same, she is English, this is all just an inconvenience to be weathered as anything else. Still, she can't help but rather enjoy the dignified air she carries herself with as she walks into the cafeteria. Perhaps she suits this age, and can just carry on unnoticed.

She squares her shoulders and strides in confidently to pour herself a cup of tea, taking her usual ritual and care of making sure it is just right. She isn't too concerned at the lines in her hands, or the wrinkles of age. She should be used to changes by now. Being a snake is far stranger, after all. Still, this wasn't quite what she had in mind when she says she couldn't wait to be older, she thinks to herself as she watches the milk cloud up her mug of tea.

CLASSES

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AROUND CAMPUS

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The true culprit. (open to multiple)

[cherubic]

Archimedes is pleased with himself. Experimenting with different methods of potion application has been an enjoyable path to go down, and so far has proven very successful. Although perhaps this study is a bit scattershot. In the future he'll have to be more precise. Measure the length of exposure and concentration. For now, though, he at least knows it works. Archie spent the morning scribbling down names and approximate ages, alongside thoughts on why some people aged only a few years, and others look like they have one foot in the grave.

The other thing that's exciting is his new body. He's taller. Fully grown. Relatively handsome. Unfortunately, he's no less scatterbrained. Deep in thought, he rounds a corner only to nearly collide with someone. Not an uncommon experience. Except now, of course, he's nearly a foot taller. Instead of shrinking, he smiles. "Oh. My mistake. Sorry."

Professor Ennis wants to be seen (open to multiple)

[sheepish]

Ennis is definitely in good spirits today and he carries himself with a cool confidence unseen from him before. The news that he's going to grow up to be hot is an early Christmas present and while others around him are suffering from achy bones and a loss of eyesight, Ennis is set on showing off his hotness to those who still have mostly functioning eyes.

Instead of returning to his cabin after lunch, Ennis plants himself on a couch in the Atrium and sips from his travel mug as he very casually reads from his Astronomy book. There's no strenuous, in-depth studying going on here. He's not even taking notes.

Casper was always a grumpy old man on the inside (Open to Multiple)

[casperkim]

While Casper isn't pleased with the current situation, this is fairly mild as far as Gooseberry's infamous plagues and poisonings go and he's attempting to have as normal a day as he can. Apart from worrying over and watching out for two exceedingly elderly roommates, anyway. He's older too, but not like Iliya and Cameron are.

So far, he's done fairly well. He'd gone on his morning run and completed his morning workout in the gym and been quietly pleased that, even at this age, he'd still been able to manage it. Though it had taken more out of him and left a stitch in his side for a while. He'd showered in locker rooms. He'd gone to breakfast with his roommates. And, all morning and afternoon, he's been going to classes. Between classes, he's been finding a spot in the atrium to put on his headphones (he isn't deaf yet), listen to loud music, and review his notes.

Now, leaning over his textbook with his pale hair hanging down in his face, he looks as serious and as focused as usual. His whole disposition might actually be better suited to his current appearance than his usual one.

Lucas the Unconvincing MACUSA Agent & Bash

[bubblewrapped]

Every time Lucas passes a reflective surface, he has to stop and look at himself. And every time he does, it startles him. There's not much vain about it. More a horror movie kind of dread - Oh god, who is this man I keep seeing everywhere? - followed by the stomach-flipping recognition that this strange man's movements mirror his own, and then an uncomfortable settling as he recognizes the features in the man's face.

Thirty odd years and his eyes are still the same. Except for the bags.

Lucas touches the skin above his cheek and moves it around as he stares at the ghost of his reflection in a window. He sighs, which feels weird when you're bearded. Any hint of a thought like not so bad looking quickly disappears in Lucas' typical sea of mild self-loathing. He reminds himself that this is temporary - for now. In thirty years, he'll look just as ridiculous, except his clothes will probably fit a bit better. Is it wrong to keep this a secret from his boyfriend? Maybe he can fix this before ... okay, thirty years is a really long time. Who's to say that -- oh fuck, there he is.

His expression shifts. A smile at the sight of Bash a few paces off - the dumbstruck one Lucas always gets when he sees him - but then it flattens into forced neutrality. Lucas covers his mouth with his hand, knotting up into his familiar, timid posture. Maybe, he thinks, he can pass for a very poorly dressed MACUSA agent.

Almost definitely not.

Atrium: Quentin and Carolina being normal and shit

[taxation_is_theft]

Quentin is digging this new appearance. He's taller and bulkier and stronger and his beard is fucking awesome and thick. And he's already taken a picture and taped it to a sheet and mailed it to Robin just to rub it in his face. And written under the picture Guess who just got age potion drugged motherfucker and nothing else.

But Carolina said she'd stroke his beard and she said her hands were soft and he wants to touch her hands and have her hands touch his beard so that's what he's doing now. He's at the atrium looking for her. He already knows what she looks like because they've already had class together so when he finally sees her - her hair, she has a specific kind of blonde that he knows by heart by now - he goes up to her and says, "hey."

Sy & Clem

[neattrick]

Clem is not quite oblivious enough that she didn't realize something was up before she saw her newly elderly roommate. She'd noticed before she went for her morning run, and had missed it dealing with all the ensuing confusion. It's thrown her whole morning off, and she's in a grumpy mood by the time she rolls up to breakfast.

When she spots Sy at their usual table, a secondary concern occurs to her, and she takes a few seconds to try to smooth down her still-unruly hair. She probably looks fine. It's not like she's Sybilla's age or anything. She plops down in the seat next to him and examines his face.

"Darn. I was hoping you'd be old," she says, propping her chin up on her hand and elbow. "Please tell me Casey's ancient at least."

Mickey & Noel

[colitaderana]

So maybe the whole "camping" part of "Camping School" is one Miguel had subconsciously chosen to overlook. Maybe he'd developed an actual allergy to overexposure to the outdoors via deliberate hypocondria--or maybe not, but that was definitely Mr. Thorn didn't really need to know.

He concludes that the inside of a tent doesn't actually count as indoors, and the flimsy, wobbly tent poles holding up the canvas overhead don't exactly inspire confidence, but that wasn't really the point of this exercise, either. The looks he steals at Noel from beneath his lashes are about as subtle as a hex to the face and he can feel his cheeks superheating from embarrassment.

Noel looks--different, he decides. Good, but different. If this was an indicator of Noel's continued future as a blessing from God, Miguel was ready to subscribe and tithe to whichever church needed that membership fee.

With a sigh, he leans back to sprawl on the tent's floor, one arm thrown over his eyes and trying to ignore the cold he can feel seeping into his back from the ground.

What would have changed, he wonders, if he had gotten dosed with ageing potion too? What chance might it have gotten him?

"So what do you think," he asks the tent ceiling instead. "Good enough for Mr. Thorn to pass you on basic architecture?"

EVENING

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Dueling + Fencing club night (open to multiple, all, etc)

[sylla]

Some may be surprised to see the older woman making announcements at the start of the meeting. She does not introduce herself, or stray from what is on the agenda. Her voice is deeper, but seems somewhat familiar, even to herself. She charms a smaller set of steps to climb to the dueling platform, which has not been there in previous nights. It is almost as if everything is just carrying on as normal.

Or so Sylla thinks to herself after she steps down from the platform, still bundled in her dark coat. Dueling power hardly fades with age, after all.

Old Man Galbraith (Open)

[lachlangalbraith]

Today's been long for Lachlan. He had three classes (one of which he had additional teaching assistant obligations for), two hours of Hermeticism review with a group of freshman that were enthusiastic but not especially prepared, and several additional hours of studying in the library in preparation for exams. Being anxious and uncomfortable in his own skin all day hadn't helped either. Being a full fifty-five years older than usual, stuck in a body that looks and feels and acts more worn down than he's accustomed to, definitely hadn't helped.

This is probably why, sometime between dinner and now, he'd put his head down on his open Transfiguration notebook and fallen asleep. On the upside, he still doesn't snore. On the downside, he's definitely crinkling up his meticulously prepared notes and he seems to be out like a light. And he's still old.

After clubs, sophomore coppertale dude cabin: Quentin and Miguel

[taxation_is_theft]

Quentin hadn't actively avoided the cabin once Miguel had basically him to fuck off out of his sight like he was a child that had disappointed his father by deciding to be an escort instead of a doctor. Actively doing anything would be admitting that he was pissed off, and that just wasn't Quentin's speed. Regardless, despite not actively doing anything that the man told him to do, he still managed to stay out of the cabin until five minutes before curfew, almost as if it was on purpose or something.

So five til curfew, Quentin slipped back into the cabin. He wasn't particularly quiet, because he was taller than he was used to and there were a lot of limbs going on. He dropped his bag haphazardly by his desk and whacked his head on the bottom of his bunk because he wasn't used to ducking under it. "Fuck you," he hissed mutinously at his bed, pawing a calloused hand against his head.

Jade & Ari & a Murder Duel, maybe

[odder]

Thirty to forty years should've probably made Jade feel old and useless. Technically, the person in the mirror should be well past her prime and absolutely not ready to go to duelling club. But Jade flips her wand out of her pocket with a smirk that is not entirely her own, and strides into the Atrium with all her usual confidence.More than. This is the opposite of weak; she's more powerful. She can tell. The glittering of her eyes now is not just someone who thinks they're dangerous. The woman she has been all day knows things. Has seen things. It's exciting that she gets a preview. Jade just wonders what she's seen. There's time for that, later.

She picks her partner a little more carefully tonight. She has a feeling that this is going to be good, and she needs a worthy opponent. Lucas already looks grizzled, and that might mean he's ready. But she has to give first dibs where they're due, so she makes a point of finding Ari first.

"Fight me." She says by way of greeting. By all rights, it shouldn't be a request that's all dangerous smile, but it is.

OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

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Re: OOC - Questions, comments, concerns!

[racingstripe]

which cabins attacked the mysterious old creeps in their cabins first thing this morning

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[bubblewrapped]

I'm gonna write a chickabros morning starter.

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[novelling]

good morning everyone all of los angeles is on fire and i'm very nervous

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[odder]

Hi I have to work a LOT at work AGAIN today so I will do stuff with my old peeps laaater but if you want anything specifically, I am listening!!

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[lilwitchhazel]

None of my kids are old but if you want any of them to yell at your old kids let me know!! -3- your old pbs are adorbs :(