[On your screen there are three Issuns. Two of them are the normal, glowing, fairy-like one inch tall boys. The light of the younger of the two is considerably weaker than the older.]

I have to get back to studying… Grandpa’s going to get mad.

You’re stuck here until this is over.

I have to memorize--

Oi, oi. You don’t have to do anything. You could leave that place--

But Grandpa will be--

[The argument continues with each Issun interrupting each other, not realizing that the community is recording. Meanwhile the older Issun, who is--le gasp--human-sized and relaxed, sits comfortably on a nearby iron bench. Where did that modern-looking bench come from, if the surrounding is clearly forest and nowhere near a town or city? He won’t tell. Just accept that there is now a convenient place to sit for travelers. He watches the argument patiently, an elegant lit kiseru in one hand. Beside him is a giant white wolf, who he scratches behind her ears.]

…and your children are doing fine, Ammy.

[The wolf seems to respond positively to this statement, wagging her tail. The older Issun only smiles.]

[Can you really handle it, DDD? There are three Cross Marian's sitting on a chair with their legs crossed in the exact same way. They all look the same age, despite that they're all 30 years apart: the youngest has shorter hair with half moon glasses, sitting seriously with an irritated expression. Then, present Cross looking back to his normal self and then the oldest Cross sits with shorter hair wearing clothes that sort of resemble Lavis, save for an odd symbol on the arm. 


Then, come the scariest words that all three of them say at the same time:] 

I need a drink. 
I need a drink.
I need a drink. 

[ GREETINGS COMMUNITY today you are greeted with, shock of shocks, an intentional video from Castiel? ... except that the Cas you can see on-screen is kind of looking like he needs a shave even more than usual. Also he's ditched the suit and trenchcoat for an old army jacket and jeans. And he is sort-of smirking-smiling at you all WHAT ARE THESE SHENANIGANS. ]

Whoa. Well, hello there, ducks. Gotta say I never thought I'd be seeing you again.

[ aaaand before he can say anything else, there's a very uncomfortable, slightly pissy-sounding voice from offscreen. Well, the Cas we know can't have gone too far. ] Are you going to let me have that back?

[ Future!Cas gives his present self a flat look. ] If I'm gonna be stuck here for however long, you might as well let the you who actually knows how to work technology be in charge of the phone.

[ oh look, there's our Castiel on screen now and he is looking so very uncomfortable with his arms folded and like he is manufacturing calm in spades so that he doesn't freak out? ] ... that's a fair point.

Yep, I thought so. [ future!Cas leans back a little, looking at the camera appraisingly. ] You know, being dragged back in time without warning is a pain in the ass, but I'm appreciating 2009 a lot more the second time round. So, aquatic feathered friends, how's life?

Oh look I made it work! [A small voice of a young boy, who then appears, can he heard.]

Didn't I tell you leave my books alone? [Present day James sounds sad and bored from off camera.]

Well yes but maybe these will cheer you up. My hugs didn't and they usually work.

[Present!James sighs.] It's not your fault. That book as a mind of it's own anyway.

[It's quite clear, when the video cuts on, that even the present Klavier is a little overwhelmed by all of the glimmerous in the room. Although he's having a hard time expressing it with his older self pinning his face and shoulders between the surface of the table and the weight of his body, just to get a good look at the computer screen. So really, older Klavier is grandstanding for the time being, you should only be so lucky.]

I can't believe this thing is still here!

I can't believe that this is my life [it's a small wonder Klavier can even mutter anything at all given his current position]

Ach? There's nothing for you to complain about, not many people get to glimpse their future and think "hot damn, how could I still be that impossibly good looking." So don't act so disappointed kleiner Junge.

[He's not lying, older Klavier is well preserved indeed, if not more than a little casual in his appearance. Even more interesting is Klavier's somewhat stifled outrage and his attempt to get up.]

Don't call me that...I'm not...I think my taste in shirts could be better, that aloha look does nothing for me-

Hey [Yet another voice can be heard and seconds later a younger Klavier can be partially seen, he looks more the gentleman than his older counterparts.] Did you throw everything out in the move? You threw out my books too didn't you? I can't study like this, Bruder says if I want to be the best I have to work hard and you're just slacking off.

Siehe da! One kleiner Junge who is ungrateful and another kleiner Junge who can't help complaining. I wonder if such a laidback me can handle it?

Dont call me that!
Don't call me that!




((ooc: I will be posting around with older and younger Klavier using an alternate journal sonatawave))

It would be nice to see him so young again. [The woman who is talking looks like Roze, only older. To those who have been affected, this is no surprise. Still, older Roze can be seen in the picture, looking quiet puzzled.] But it would be too strong for him to see all of us.

Yes, it would.

Who? [The third part of the virus was all to happy to join the conversation. The girl is small, wearing clothing too large for her. Still, she looks pretty happy as she looks up to them.]

A very special person. [The present Roze then looks at the community.] Is everyone alright?

[OOC: Older Roze, younger Roze, and normal Roze. Who replies will vary.]

So... it appears that people are finding themselves with past or future versions of themselves nearby. I suppose it's safe to say that there is another virus on hand.

That makes rather unsettling implications, however.

Is this girl my past, or my future? I certainly do not remember her... but she does not remember me, either.

[As this is a text post, a reply comes up nearly instantaneously - in the manner of two rather lazy people on laptops sending replies when they could simply speak to each other across the room.]

I don't particularly know why I'm here, either. I was trying to find the bamboo forest again.

[there is a crying lyrebirds - with long braids and her old pink dress???? - leaning over to the camera and giving you a nice eyeful of what little cleavage she has.]

U-um... I'm sorry, I don't w-want to be a bother, so excuse m-me, but, um... I w-w-wanted to—

[her face is suddenly SLAMMED INTO THE TABLE, oops. normal Minatsuki, with her short hair and prison garb, steps into the picture, still holding younger!Mina's face down into the table despite the muffled shrieks.] Fucking retard, they're not gonna be fooled by that dumbass act. They already know. You seriously think I'd keep up the act for that long for these losers?

[younger!Mina shoves herself upright and her face looks... a little damaged...] You told them?! What the fuck is wrong with you, ya dumb cunt? We could have gotten out of Wonderland with these gullible shitheads! Don't tell me you've gone fuckin' soft now, whoring yourself out just so you can get a good ✖✖✖—

[Minatsuki grabs a handful of younger!Mina's hair, slams her face into the table again and throws her across the room.] Shut the fuck up and go sit in the corner, ya little brat, this is grown-up time. Haaaaah... Everyone else has this shitty problem too, right? Tch. This is the worst goddamn virus yet... Not only do I have to put up with this stupid little shit here, but I've got—

MAMAAAAAAAAA!

[younger!Mina shrieks at the offscreen child and moves across the room. the child starts to wail and scream.] SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU USELESS LITTLE SHIT, THAT GOOD-FOR-NOTHING CUNT ISN'T GONNA DO JACK SHIT FOR YOU BECAUSE SHE FUCKING HATES YOU, GOT IT? JESUS FUCK—

Aah, hang on. [Minatsuki walks off-camera, there is a loud CRACK and then she comes back dragging a crying carnagion along by the arm.] Okay, first question, is it going to fuck up time and space or something if I kill her?

Two, how the hell do you deal with kids?

( ooc; comments will probably come from all three Minatsukis! ♥ )

[Battler is sitting on the floor of the parlor, staring at his younger self, his with arms crossed. He tilts his head, and his younger self mimics this action too.]

...Question- what do you usually say to girls?

What kind of question is that? I do what I always do, pretend I'm some brave knight~! They like that kind of stuff right?

[Present!Battler just...stares and then-] No no no! That won't do anymore! Stop with that embarrassing talk! ...I can't believe I used to say those things-.... Right! I'm gonna teach you how to properly talk to women! First, what you wanna do is talk about their tits. A lot.

[The younger!Battler seizes up, his face turning bright red.] Wh...whaaaaaa?! N-no! No I don't wanna do that!

[Battler holds up two fingers now.] Second, try and grab their tits any chance you get.

NO! That's even more embarrassing than saying I'm a knight! C-can't I just be friends with them? Get to know them....

Friends with benefits maybe!

It's a good thing I was the first one up this morning. Imagine my surprise when I woke up and found a much smaller version of myself staring down at me.

I'm not like you. I don't know who you are.

Ah, I've explained this as best I could, but Gonou never did listen at that age.

Why should I listen to you? You're a bother. Leave me alone.

[ooc: Have a mildly irritated Hakkai and a young Gonou. He's a bit of a brat, so please don't be offended by what he says. ^^;]

[ There's an older Light in a rather expensive suit and batshit insane, sitting at the desk and writing down apparent guidelines for his younger school-uniformed self that you're familiar with. He's standing behind the other and nodding thoughtfully at every word. This is not good for the world ]

Now after that you're going to want to do this and then-

-It's recording now. [ The smaller one gives a bright smile at the camera ]

Is it? Hello. [ grin ] Interesting virus today, huh?

[The video clicks on to show Minako settled on her bed, the small form curled up against her hidden by a blanket.]

Well, certainly not what I expected. I assume this is a virus?

Virus? Am I gonna get sick?

Not a bad virus. I promise. Go back to sleep, if you want. I'll take care of things.

[There's a mumble from under the blanket before it moves enough to show what has to be a younger Minako.]

[Drusilla was crying. Not the older and wiser and considerably more dangerous vampire version of Drusilla, but the frightened girl who clutched a rosary in her hands, praying fervently to a god who had stopped listening to the damned a long time ago.]

Hail Mary, full of grace. Our Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus Christ. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us ...

[She could have been a saint. Would have been, if Darla hadn't found her and made a gift of her to Angelus. He would hunt her across the world, breaking both her mind and her body in the process. The older Drusilla - who watched her younger self with an expression that managed to combine curiosity and disgust - remembered her death fondly, but she'd been terribly scared at the time.]

It'll be over soon. The devil is coming. I know you can see him. I remember hearing the Beast in my dreams.

No, please, not the Beast! I just want to be good!

But you can't be. [She smiled sweetly, her face shifting to show the monster beneath.] We were made for the darkness. It's in our blood.

[The human girl is pale with shock and fear.] You're a demon ...

Oh, yes. That's in our blood as well. Didn't you notice?

I will never be like you!

You already are.

[The video feed clicks on, and a young blond boy is peering at the screen with big blue eyes. He looks to be about 10 or 11 years old, and when the recording turns on he gives the camera a big smile.]

Okay, so my mom told me I'm not supposed to do this in front of other people, but everyone is weird here, so I think it's okay, right?

Check out what I can do!

[He screws up his face in obvious concentration, and starts changing. After a few moments, the slow transformation reveals a kid-sized Spiderman. Who laughs. He turns his hand upside-down and shoots a little splurt of web, making the boy laugh again.]

Spiderman, Spiderman...

[It's a small hum, under his breath, and then he changes back to his blond self, still grinning like an idiot.]

It took me a whole week to figure out how to do the web thing, isn't it cool?

Okay, okay, but this is my favourite.

[He screws his face up, and starts turning into a green form that will be familiar to anyone who knows Teddy - green skin, slightly armored shoulders, a moptop of blond hair, just kid-sized.]

Rrraaaaaagh, Hulk SMASH!

[He breaks down into laughter again, and then turns back to himself. In the background, there are the sounds of heavier footsteps, and little Teddy turns to look toward the door of the room he's in as a voice - which obviously belongs to normal teenage Teddy - sounds from outside the door.]

Hey, kid, I thought I told you to keep it down in here!

[The voice is tinged with humor, and Teddy gives the camera a "oh great" look.]

Big me is such a spoilsport. I miss my mom.

[You see Hector, staring in shock at the scene before him. He's in a forest and there is a young boy, about 11-years-old, with short silver hair and light blue eyes, and he is laughing. Why is the kid laughing? Well it could be because there is a large grey wolf licking his face. There is a black cat rubbing against his legs and a small bat on his shoulder. The adult Hector finally speaks.]

What? What is this?

[The younger Hector looks up at him.]

Hello. Who are you and what is this place?

[Adult Hector really doesn't know to say to this.]

[ There's an obviously older Harumi busy drawing away in front of her computer screen... except, whoa, hey, that's not hers because she's back in her old room before she moved out and so she blinks and looks around, then at the screen. ]

You guys--

My editor's going to kill me if I don't turn the next chapter in tomorrow and I can't finish this without my assistants and my maid! Someone get the community to put me back! She has a gun and knows a technique with five swords!

[ Just then, normal Harumi walks in with Chiri right behind her in the hall, spots older Harumi, and slams the door shut on Chiri and shouts about "Sorry, something came up I just remembered I'll see you at school tomorrow!" while a little chibi-looking Harumi sits in the corner playing with Harumi's figurines. ]

{{ ooc: Reply to this post and you might get any of them or multiple Harumis. Normal!Harumi on brbslashing, Lil!Harumi will just be replied to on brbslashing with a chibi-icon, older Harumi on this one. }}

[Doofenshmitz appears to be talking to a young boy, in German]

Erinnern Sie sich an die Tränen, das böse und den Kummer, weil eines Tages Sie alt genug, um unbedeutenden vengance von all diesem zu suchen


^{(Translation: Remember the tears, the angry and the sorrow because one day you will old enough to seek petty vengance from all of this. )}

[ when the video turns on, madoka seems to be sitting quite amicably on her bed with a long-haired version of herself, both of them smiling at the camera. ]

Um, Hello, community! [ she sits back and swings her legs slightly, nervous. ] So... this must be another virus, right? I-it was a bit surprising to wake up and find another me here, but she seems really nice even if she says she can't tell me much about the future, so I guess it's good to know that, right?

I think so. [ long-haired madoka smiles widely and both of them giggle. when they stop, long-haired madoka turns to the community. she doesn't look too much older than her present self, but she's somehow wiser-looking, more graceful. ]

I think this is just a one-off thing, but... I'm very grateful for it. [ she smiles brightly ] How is everyone? Are Homura-chan and Sayaka-chan still here?

[The voice of a young girl who sounds suspiciously like Lilith is coming to the community. She sounds a little anxious.]

I woke up yesterday and the world was completely different. When I started to look into it... what I found.... 

Will I remember this later?  This world.... [Countries are missing. Cain and Seth are not here. It seemed even more broken than the one she left.] .... if I could remember it later it would be very helpful to everyone I left behind. 

[ Cue two Jack Sparrows -- one big and dirty and one teenage-sized. The smaller one is significantly cleaner and has some pretty good posture in comparison. Or was that better balance? One sways. He knocked a hat off his head. ]

I can't wear a hat?

Because I'm Captain and I wear a hat, tiny beardless me.

Yes, but I'm you and you're me and therefore I should wear it because I'm currently hatless. You are a hatless Captain. This could be solved if you put a hat on my head.

Ah no. I am Captain and there is a hat on my head currently meaning there is a hat on on your head because you're me and I'm wearing a hat so you are actually wearing a hat. Ha! I win!

That means I'm Captain. How dare you knock a hat off the Captain's head! Pick it up.

What? --You pick it up!

You smell funny.

[The setting is once again Midnight's enourmous, dark library- strange fluttering sounds drifting in and books scattered across large tables. But the young man staring at the camera decidedly different from the Carrion who has been seen in this room before. He is dressed in black, of course, and his skin is as pale, his face already gaunt and almost skull-like, pale his grey eyes staring intently- but he has no collar of flashing nightmares, no scars on his lips, and his smile is merely openly curious.]

What a strange device. I wonder where it's from. [His voice is a touch higher than his older self's.]

[The video feed clicks on to show the Snape we are all familiar scowling. Behind him, though, are two people people - one who looks a lot like Snape except older and much more world weary and then one who is a very small boy.]

I am guessing this is another virus.

A virus? What kind of virus? Does it make you puke up slugs?

Be quiet!

I demand you tell me what is going on! Who are you?

I've already told you, fool! I'm you only younger!

And you expect that I'll just believe your word?

Wait - are you both me when I'm grown? [the child looks rather cross] You don't look like what I imagined myself to look when I grew up.

SILENCE!!!

[OOC: Snape has, obviously, been saddled with his younger and older self and he's none too happy about it.
Green = Bitty!Snape (Aged 11 - just before starting at Hogwarts)
Black = Current Snape
Red = Future Snape (Aged 38 - not long before he dies; currently Headmaster of Hogwarts in his timeline)

Let me know who you want to talk to in the subject line of comments! Hehehehe!!!]

[Hello Ducks,  this good day you are graced with the view of an itty bitty version of Prussia, dressed in white. He grins at the camera and holds up a sign.]

Ey, Everyone, look at my masterpiece!



I CLAIM THIS PLACE IN THE NAME OF THE TEUTONIC ORDER, NOW BOW TO YOUR NEW LEADER!

[Two older version of Prussia are having a discussion in the background, one is the 1748 version the community is used to see, and the other is dressed with modern clothes. That last one looks tired and paler, but his eyes are dark and wild.]

[The entry opens up with things flying around the room at high speeds.]

MERLIN! Put that down!

[And we see our favourite wizard chasing a little, gangly, dark haired, and big eared around said room. The little boy protests and more things start flying around the room. Books, shirts, jackets, anything. There's also several attempts to open up the doors and windows.

Finally, the blue eyed boy trips over something and lands on the book that had spilled open. There's an extreme close up of the young lad as he peers at it. His older self in the background has a moment of mild panic]




[ooc: little!Merlin will be responding with triestofitin ♥]

Red Team One, Red Team Two, copy! Guys, can you hear me?

There's some sort of interference on the line.

Copy! What the heck is goin' on here? Over.

You picked a bloody stupid time to go pulling a virus on me, Community.

[Amy adjusts the webcam by swiveling her laptop to capture the small, red haired girl beside her.]

Welcome to the madness, Amelia.

[The girl squints at the screen. The internet hasn't really exploded yet in 1996.]

Is this a chat room? Aunt Sharon says I'm not allowed to look at those.

Yeah well, we can't seem to get rid of it. Stupid thing infects our computers and anything else it wants.

Can I have a glass of water? I'm thirsty.

That's what you're worried about right now? Not the fact that you've been plucked from home and brought here to spend who knows how long with your older self?

[The younger girl shrugs, not bothered. Amy can't help but look impressed.]

You are so me.

So what do ducks have to do with it?

Don't know. It's just sort of the theme. Here, I'll get you that water.

[She gets up and can be heard in the background. Meanwhile Amelia looks at the screen, gets bored, and starts glancing around the room. Suddenly she leans offscreen and then comes back, holding a framed picture as Amy sits with the glass of water.]

Who's the guy with the big nose?

Excuse you!

[Amy scoffs and snatches the picture away, pushing the glass into Amelia's empty hand.]

That is my husband, R--

[She stops herself, shoots the girl a glance, then clears her throat.]

Spoilers.


[ooc: All responses from this account. I'll use red font for tiny!Amelia.]

Would you please come out? We don't mean any harm...[Kurt is talking to the door of his closet, which is closed shut. Another voice, much younger, shouts an answer and Kurt flinches.]

No! I don't know you, I want my Dad, I...[The voice quivers and it sounds like the kid is about to cry. ] I want to see my mom.

But that's not....

Maybe we should leave him there for now.

[What seems to be a 30 year-old version of Kurt is sitting cross-legged on the bed. He looks...let's say that Kurt grew up well, and his fashion sense didn't change much. He gives the teen version of himself a sad smile.]

You know that he...we?...us, won't get out of there. We were pretty difficult after her death.

He can't stay there forever, and if he keeps yelling someone will hear him.

I would be more worried about someone finding me in your room. Dad was very upset when he found Blaine in our bed, imagine how he'll act if he finds an attractive and talented adult in your room.

[Kurt scrunches his nose.] There's that too.

[There is a tiny little troll wriggler resembling Equius. It is sitting on Equius's nose.]

...This is an exceedingly dangerous situation.

[When the feed turned on, Waver could be seen standing across from a tall, dark-haired man, his arms crossed defensively over his chest. Waver appeared to be fuming; the tall man, on the other hand, was smoking a cigar and looking down at him with an expression of wry amusement.]

You really expect me to believe you when you're saying such ridiculous things!?

I don't much care what you believe, but I would appreciate it if you'd stop yelling. Even if I were here to harm you-- which I most certainly am not-- Rider's right in the other room. Unless you doubt the competence of your Servant?

I... that's not your concern! [Nope, yelling hasn't stopped.] If you are who you say you are, anyway, you should know exactly why I don't believe you!

I've never said that the whole situation doesn't seem... unusual. I don't know why I ended up here, but I imagine that some form of Second Magic is involved. It wouldn't surprise me, Zelretch lives to torment me.

That still doesn't convince me of anything.

( Read more... )


[Replies will be coming from both older!Waver, Waver, or Rider (or any combination thereof.)]

[Even though Vanille is staying with Roze, Vanille is outside with her older self. Well, she only seems to be a few months older, at least. They seem to have been having a long discussion.

One of the Vanille's sigh.]

You know what? I know it's hard, really hard to but you have to go back. It's not right to stay here.

[The other shakes her head.] Look, I don't--

No, I know. It's hard. You're afraid and to be honest, so am I, but there's time to run now. Fang will forgive you--if you give her the chance. I know. I was scared and maybe I still am but no more running.

How do you know that? [She crosses her arms.]

Because we beat Hetaconcheir. Together. [The current Vanille makes a "huh?" sound.] Fang and me, we beat the eidolon. My eidolon, your's too.

[The current Vanille shakes her head again, backing up.] That's a lie. Even for me, that's a fantastic one.

I knew you'd say that. That's why I took you so far afield. Hetacon, I think it's time to make an appearance... [With that, the future Vanille makes a sweeping gesture over her outer thigh and summons Hecatoncheir. Current Vanille just blinks as the video cuts out.]

((You only need to watch the first twenty five seconds of the video. And past Vanille is still in Roze's house. Bold is future Vanille, normal is current.))

[Have an angry Li'l Winry staring up at the Winry the community knows.]

No! I can't get married to Ed!

Why not?

I said I wouldn't marry someone shorter than me!

Oh, geeze...he gets taller! I promise! I'll introduce you, if you want. [Aside, almost under her breath.] I'll be happy when the is virus is over.


[OOC: Green Font = Li'l Winry; Black Font = Winry.]

[When Cassian turns on the feed, he looks obviously disgruntled and disheveled. He glares into the screen while in the background, leaning against a wall, is a man who looks somewhere between annoyed and impatient, but, still silent while, off camera, there is the sound of someone going through something.]

Alright. What the hell's going on? This something with the community, cause it's causing me more trouble than I need.

[The man in the background pushes off the wall and starts towards the door.]

I'm going.

[Cassian drops the device, seemingly forgotten, so that it's recording on it's side as he runs back and stands in front of the door.]

No, you're staying here until I figure out who the hell you are and why you're here!


[The recording is righted as a child picks up the device and holds it up, peering at it.]

Hey, Caleb, who're ya talking too?

[Cassian's voice comes from off screen, obviously annoyed with everything.]

I told you! I'm not our brother, I'm you...but not. Goddammit.



[OOC: Comments will probably be responded to by eitherfaithlessshadow (Normal Cass) or truly_a_child (Kid!Cass) Good luck getting Older!Cass to talk unless you're Jezebel.]

[So the video includes Magik.


And Magik.

There's two of them, but they both look to be about the same age. One may look a tad bit older, but it's not a real notable difference. The only way to tell them apart is that one looks annoyed and a little pissed and the other a little cocky as she lounges on the couch.]

This virus... it brings your future and past selves together, this is correct?

Correct! [She calls to herself but Magik waves her off.]

Then why does my future me still look like me?

And by future she means thirty years into the future. [Older her adds.]

Will you stop talking unless you are going to answer my questions for me?!

[To which older her zips her lips and throws an invisible key away.]

Does anyone want to talk to me? Younger me is more than annoying.

[On screen there's a tinier version of Cosmo, waving a rattle and making baby noises. Nearby the regular version is blinking slowly at this new arrival, not quite sure where baby!Cosmo came from or what was going on.]

Ummmm.... I think I shrunk....

Three people were seated at a small, round table in a cozy dining room. A bottle of scotch sat on it in the middle, two shot glasses next to it, both full. It was quiet and dark in the rest of the house, which was soon to be vacated once Henry got his affairs in order, but that one table was lit up brightly with a single light fixture. So, there you have it: Two Henry's (one looks only a little older, maybe by seven years or so), and one little Henry in his mid-teens. Let's say fourteen?

"I'm fifteen."

The teen pushed the shot glass away from him, scrunching up his nose a little. The expression only lasted a second before going back to its deadpan state. Present-Henry shrugged and downed the shot, setting the glass down delicately. Future-Henry seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself as well, though there was nothing going on in the room to indicate even a shred of a good time. Aside from the drink, that is.

"Maybe this is why we're no good in bars," Present-Henry said, pouring another shot for Future-Henry. "Our tolerance is shit, if you ask me. I blame him." Then he pointed at Teen-Henry with the bottle before setting it down with a loud thunk. The teen glowered a little, and the rest of the company laughed, recognizing the expression and knowing just exactly how he was feeling.

"I've done nothing," he replied curtly. "You can blame all you like. It won't change a thing."

"Don't be such a stick in the mud, lad," Future-Henry said, finishing off only half the shot. "We're only making a little fun."

"It's rather lame."

Present-Henry tried to stifle his laugh, but was unsuccessful. Then his future self joined in with the chortling, the drinks obviously getting to them. Teen-Henry rolled his eyes and let out an irritated grunt, then reached out for the half-full shot glass. Unfortunately for him, Present-Henry snatched it up before his teen self could, and waggled a finger at him.

"Nah-ah, sorry," he said, grinning widely. "You're still underage."

They both laughed again at Teen-Henry's look of utter contempt for them.

"You're both a couple of dicks, you know that? I can't believe I'm going to become you two."



[ ooc; future-henry @ justplayitcool ; present-henry @ wearecowboys ; teen-henry is barred from the internet...but he is a sneaky boy :B ]

Youth never does listen, does it? But then I was never one to listen to anybody, at any age. At least, not when my mind was set on something.

This may just be a peculiar dream but it is a welcome change from the monotony of seeing the same walls day in and day out for so very long.

There are more than just two familiar faces here, aren't there? I think I even remember meeting some of you before...


[Replies may come from a 12 year old, 16 year old or 115 year old Grindelwald. Same journal, check comment icon.]

[Young Kasumi is diligently shaping riceballs under an older Kasumi's guidance. Present-day Kasumi has her back towards them, stirring a pot of soup contentedly.]

Like this? [Little Kasumi holds up her misshapen lump for older Kasumi's inspection.]

Very nice. Try and make the edges rounder. That's right, cup your hands and...

[Present day Kasumi begins to hum; older Kasumi smiles and joins her for a few bars, expression turning wistful while trailing off.] Hm... I've missed this.

Missed? Ah, you have been busy, haven't you, sensei.

[A nod.] Yes.

Then please enjoy this as you can.

[Laughter.] Oh yes, I shall.

Here! [Young Kasumi holds up her rice ball again-- this time, it actually looks something like a ball. Older Kasumi pats her head and smiles.]

((OOC: Kasumi-san (23) and Kasumi-sensei (32) will be under this journal while Kasumi-chan (7) is mistlyohdomo. Kasumi-sensei has achieved her dream of becoming a doctor-- or rather, surpassed her goal of nurse and excelled.))

*Scene: a grassy hill area with a creek running through it. There are two Retasus staring each other down. The 15-year-old Retasu you know speaks up first, making 13-year-old Retasu shrink back.*

I know it will sort itself out, but I still can't let you keep doing this. You're hurting people!

*Younger!Retasu winces.* No! I-- I mean, I know I am, but I can't let them get close! I need to find out what's happened to me, I don't know what to do--

I know you're afraid! I know you want to test your abilities and find out why these things are happening to you! I can help you! But please don't attack anyone who gets close to you just because you don't want them to see you!

They'll hate me!

*Present!Retasu steps forward.* The people you're trying to please now might, but there are people who know what I am and they don't even care. I was afraid, too. I'm still afraid. I understand...

*Younger!Retasu begins to glow green. Her eyes go blank.* If you understood, you wouldn't say those things. *The water behind her starts to move oddly, and she steps back into it as it rises up.*

I won't let anybody get hurt! *Present!Retasu transforms and stands her ground. She's shaking, and she's probably terrified, but she's not going anywhere.*

I guess this virus isn't so bad. It could help me remember more of my childhood, but I was apparently very shy. She keeps asking about Albus though, and I don't have the heart to tell her what happened to him.

How is everyone else keeping their younger selves occupied?

[Hey community. Scotty's got himself a visitor. A not-too-terribly-wee Montgomery is busy fiddling with the PADD, frowning down at it. He has terrible taste in clothes and terrible haircut and he's supposed to be just starting at Glasgow.]

--so if I've got this straight, right, you're.... me. From the future. I mean I'm in the actual future. [He doesn't seem to notice that the PADD's video function has turned on.]

[Meanwhile, Scotty suppresses the urge to sigh.] Aye, you're in the actual future. Enjoy it while you can.

While I-- Oh. Hey. [Have a gawky Scottish teen peering into the camera at you, community.] What's this?

Long story.

...uh-huh. So, uh. Hey. I was wonderin' if y'could... y'know. Take me down t'the engine room? Give me a sneak peek?

Absolutely not.

But--

[This time he does sigh.] Lad, it's no' that I don't want to. It's just... [He pauses. How does he put this delicately?] Look, I remember bein' your age, alright? An' quite frankly, I was bit of an idiot, an' that's the last thing I need in my engine room.

Fine, fine. Whatever. [He mutters something in Gaelic. It's not very nice.]

I heard that!

[Please. Somebody. Save Scotty from his idiot of a younger self.]

[It is just older!Issun addressing the community this time.] Would someone be able to give me a worldhop?

[Staring into the camera is a small child, about ten or eleven years old, looking rather wide-eyed and wary and anxious. Clutched in his hands is a large jar; if you look closely, you'll see a human heart floating in it.]


I can't find my father. I don't know where he is.


[He glances about for a second.] And someone's changed my room.


[He hugs the jar to his chest for a moment, biting his lip.]


There's a man here, but he won't answer me...I think he's too busy with his twin.


[He gestures behind him towards the present-day Jezebel...who seems to be crouched over a mirror image of himself lying on the ground, clutching at a bloody chest wound and bleeding out onto the floor. The younger tries to staunch the bleeding but it's doing very little good -- the older seems bemused and speaks in low tones to him.


Child!Jezebel turns back to look at the camera.] Has anyone seen the Earl of Hargreaves anywhere?


((Replies will come from kid!Jezebel and presentday!Jezebel. There might possibly be discussion of child abuse in the comments.))

[The video opens inside of Dumbledore's house -- off to one side sits Dumbledore's eighteen year-old self, sitting with a ten year-old who looks suspiciously like him and is sitting next to him, leaning against his shoulder.

But front and center is what should be a familiar face: Dumbledore, older and wiser once again, smiling down at the community.]

It's very strange, being suddenly brought back to the home I once lived in -- even more so to be brought back to when I lived in it.

Even stranger is remembering very clearly speaking with the community, and then being told I have apparently disappeared from it? And instead my younger self has taken my place.

Oh, community. You never do seem to run out of bizzarre things to do.


((Older!Albus replies will be from the journal prof_bumblebee.))

[Good lord, there's two Doctors in the TARDIS. Their faces look identical but while one is wearing the usual tweed jacket, the other is wearing a green overcoat.]

So, Community. I understand we have a virus going round. Past and future selves taken from their various points in time and space and dropped into the present.

Yes! Hello! I'm future Doctor. [He waves.]

So how old are you now? Cool coat by the way.

1102. And thank you, we have good taste.

1102 and still looking good, that's good news. But anyway, I'm a little busy right now so does anyone know when these guys go back to their correct times?

Oh right, you're probably busy looking for Melody, I was wondering where Amy and Rory were.

Yes...but in the meantime I'm sure we can find something to do that won't in some way catastrophically alter our timelines.  

Yeah, but it'll probably be boring won't it?

Almost definitely.