The Streets of Fandom- Saturday Morning

[alwaysonguard]

 Dwight had woken up that morning a much smaller version of himself. After spending a little time wandering around the workshop and not finding much to entertain an almost 9-year-old, he realized something. His father was no where to be seen, which meant, for the time being at least, he was free to do what he wanted!  

And so it was, wee tiny Dwight was soon running along the streets of Fandom, looking for whatever grand adventure lay in store. And at that moment it entailed chasing and trying to catch a cool looking lizard that was skittering down the street.


(post open for fellow wee tiny people or adults XD)

Blackstone Foundry and Forge; Saturday [11/13].

[special_rabbit]

Thanks to a very fully belly and a relatively full fridge thanks to leftovers (which was impressive, considering the appetite of the guests for thay dinner!), Amaya went to bed last night dreaming of meat and skewers, and woke up the next morning charged and inspired to take a stab (ha!) at building up more for Dr. Lecter's growing culinary arsenal.

Only to come down to the shop and find a weapons wall full of inflatable and plastic swords, axes, cudgels, maces, and the like.

"Ah, zards!" she opined to tge rubber hammer laying against one of the anvils. "It's one of those weekends again!"

Which she usually didn't mind as much, on account of the fact that she usually changed with it and didn't know any better to be insulted by the implication of a weapons wall full of toys, but it seemed to have passed over her this time around. Which suited her just fine, as well. There'd be no complaints about spending a weekend being as awkward and shy as a wallflower in thick glasses and that awful headgear for her braces...

But this did sort of dash her plans for work that day.

"Well," she sighed, frowning at a few shuriken that now looked more like figet spinners, "back to the drawing board, I guess."

Quite literally, in this case, because what else could she do, really?

The Forge is open!

[[ me: I think i may take it easy this wee tiny. I work all weekend, so it'll just be a recipe for burn out....

Also me: 🤡🤡🤡 ]]

A Quiet Part of the Beach; Saturday Afternoon [11/13].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto had not had a good morning. He'd woken up to a very full apartment, which was already a very odd feeling, used as he was to a completely empty house, and the two adults were very fussy over them, and all he wanted to do was play with the cat, but the other boy was bugging him and kept talking about going out for a run or trying to wrestle him or wanting to play Nif Wars, and Prompto didn't want to do any of that, especially not that last one! Because he knew he'd be the Nif, but, ha ha, joke was on Gladio or whatever his name was, because Prompto really was a Nif, but if he knew that, it probably wouldn't be much of a game any more, and he just couldn't risk him knowing the truth...

So he tried to slip away as soon as he could with his camera, and, once outside, he could breath easier and walked aroins, snapping shots of interesting buoldings and cute squirrels and other things, avoiding streets where he could hear other people, especially other kids, until he wound up at the beach, where it was quiet and the view was pretty and he could take a few more pictures and sit down because the walking had made him kind of tired (not to mention all the stress of being around all those people that morning!), and he just wanted to rest and enjoy the quiet solitude for a moment.

He did kind of wish he'd brought a snack, though.

And he wished he could have been more into playing with that other kid, but he knew already he wouldn't like Prompto, so why even bother?

[[ sad lonely kid beach is open lol ]]

Fandom Fire Station | Saturday

[firehousehimbo]

It was a very good thing the island supplied tiny Buck with a helmet, because he was going to need it. After trying his best to climb the tallest tree he could find and falling out of it, he naturally found himself at the fire station.

Which meant it was time to try out the pole without any adult supervision whatsoever.

[Tiny Buck is a little daredevil in canon so here we are. Open, save this child from himself]

JGoB, Saturday Late Morning

[stykera]

Stark's apartment had contained no suddenly younger adults this morning. Stark would be grateful for that at some point, once he realized what was happening this weekend. For now he was still unaware that the island population's average age had drastically decreased overnight.

One of the bakery staff had apparently de-aged though, which might help to clue him in once he saw her seated at a table messily but enthusiastically decorating some turkey and leaf shaped sugar cookies.

"I wouldn't eat those," the man behind the counter said, nodding at the messy cookies. "She licks her fingers a lot. Got pictures to show her Monday though."

"Oh. One of those weekends." Stark nodded in understanding. "Again?"

"S'a weird island, man. What can I get you?"

Stark ended up with a cupcake covered in sugar leaves and an assortment of sugar cookies that had presumably been decorated without violating any health codes and sat himself at a table near the door.

He'd be happy to share, should any small children wander in in search of baked goods.


[Open bakery is open, obvs, and some glowy aliens are very indulgent and will absolutely feed any small children they might encounter...or adults, lbr he is an equal opportunity baked good pusher]

Caritas- Saturday

[fates_jaye]

Jaye's worst nightmare had come true. All of the alcohol at the bar had been replaced by things like juice, and milkshakes. Totally kid-friendly things.

"Maybe no one will actually come in," Jaye said helpfully, "and then I don't have to deal with children without the aid of booze."

Hearing that, Tino made a sign.

SPECIALS
FREE FREAKSHAKES
THE MORE SUGAR, THE BETTER

Jaye was not Tino's biggest fan today.


[Open!]

Luke's Diner, Saturday

[what_the_shock]

Miguel had woken up in the weird low-tech place again. He sighed, tried for food, and threw up his hands at the ancient equipment. Maybe Xina would know, but he had no clue. So he had stomped off into town, and eventually he found the diner.

The adults there were weird, but at least they gave him food. They also asked him to write the specials board, and what the heck was he supposed to put?

Today's Specials:
Eggs
Waffles
Coffee

Kids eat free!

He shrugged and went back to eating.

Luke's was open!

The Park | Saturday Afternoon

[begmetwice]

It was a little cool and rainy to be playing in a park, but it wasn't anything Irene wasn't used to, anyway. And while it could be fun to play alone and unsupervised, one could only climb up into so many trees and pretend one was a spy or Robin Hood so many times until one got hungry.

She'd found a loaf of bread in the flat she'd woken up in this morning, and after smearing a pair of slices with jam and eating them herself, she'd hauled the loaf back out to the duck pond she'd noticed earlier, and was now tearing little pieces of bread off to throw gently towards the ducks.

She was persistently trying to get the flamingos interested, too, and wondered if she might be able to befriend one as a pet. Or a croquet mallet, like in Alice in Wonderland. (Never mind that she didn't have an especially firm grasp on the rules of croquet; hadn't much seemed like the Queen of Hearts had, either.)

[opennnnn]

Atlas Gym; Saturday [11/13].

[sword_chocobro]

Oh, man, was Gladio glad to finally be out of that wild apartment with the nerdy kid who barely talked and the weird guy who claimed to be, of all people, Ignis Scientia! Like, uhhhhh, excuse you, sir, but Ignis Scientia was just a kid Gladio's age, and everyone knew that he pretty much never left Prince Noctis's side, but you expected Gladio to believe that you were just some old stuffy man? Well, the stuffy part, from what he knew about the prince's caretaker, that tracked, but still! Ridiculous. Like, did he even know who he was talking to? Gladio was going to be Shield one day, he was gonna know who Ignis was, geez.

And, well, because he was going to be Shield one day, he knew he couldn't just slack off like that other kid, even if he was somewhere new, so, the moment saw that there was a gym in this weird little town, he was immediately going to come in and scope it out and try and convince the people working there that he knew what he was doing and that being on some new island was no excuse to skip leg day.

And he wasn't planning on leaving until they let him, so, well...guess they were letting the nine year old hit the gym after all.

"Yes!" Gladio clapped his hands in victory, grinning proudly at the staff. "Thanks! Trust me, I really appreciate this!"

And, with a pump of his fist and a skip to his step, he went to go get his sweat on. He was going to be the strongest Shield of the King that Lucis had ever seen!

[[ come work out with the literal child, everyone! it's open! ]]

The Perk - Saturday Morning

[notagoose]

Goose had woken up as a child this morning and so hadn’t gone for his normal early morning run and instead had decided to go and have as many cups of coffee as he could because his guardian wasn’t around and couldn’t say no to how much sugar and caffeine he could have.

This was going to end badly.

One of the baristas had been there the last time this happened and sighed but she kept giving him coffee. It was clearly going to be an adult Goose’s problem when he went back to normal.

Goose was currently on his fourth cup of coffee and was showing no signs of slowing down.

[open!]