The winds of change~~

[shnpc]

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Anything from fun to serious
RATING: PG-13+
WHEN: 20th - 23rd April
WHERE: All around the school
WHAT: Canon selves event! A seance gone awry has had its effect on the school, bringing about mental and physical changes to students and staff alike! Full details of the combinations of effects can be found here.
STATUS: Ongoing! Use whichever style you like.

[Spring brings change, but that change isn't always a good thing! Whether your character has changed entirely into their canon self, or only in part, please keep in mind that whatever they know/learn of their original canon during this event will be unable to be clearly recalled - disappearing with their past self - when the event is over. This is to avoid fourth-walling after the conclusion of the event.

Please also keep in mind that some people will not want to fourth-wall during the event! Make sure it's alright with the other player before you decide to do that. Above all, though, have fun!]

Comments

[Canon body and mind] Feel free to Deadpool it up.

[arrogantalloy]

[[Morning: Ravenclaw dorms]]

[Tony, wasn't entirely surprised that he was waking up somewhere not his bed, however the Ravenclaw common room was never a place he remembered being. So really this is where things got weird for him.]

Pepper?

[To be fair, it was a logical conclusion to come to that it could he her place, Tony hadn't really been in her before, at least as far as he could remember. As he moves to going from lying on the large plush couch to stand to look around he sways heavily and stumbles forward, looking very surprised at this his looks down at his shirt.

There's no glow.]

Well. That's... Okay, not good.

[He pulls up his shirt and and loosens the reactor to inspect it.]

Getting worse by the second.

[Tony starts to fumble about the room to see if he can find a small tool kit, screwdriver, anything for him to find out why the reactor is not providing it's life lengthening free energy.]



[[After magic has 'saved' him from the whole dying thing.]]

[Tony wanders the halls, eyeing everything with great skepticism. Sure, magic saved his life, for now, but magic was still things that charlatans and carnie's did to make a quick buck off people eager to believe things were more than what they are. After a moment he heads outside, pulling his phone out of his pocket, and tries to turn it on to see if outside of the castle could bring reception. He was told it wouldn't work, but he's Tony Stark, he's been told that a lot in his life only to prove people wrong. If only he knew that he couldn't actually fight magic by being more stubborn.]

[greenmoonrising]

[Still rubbing sleep from his eyes, Bruce finds the adult Tony in a tizzy and just frowns at him.]

Again? Tony, what are you doing...?

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony doesn't look up at the voice, and for the most part he doesn't register anything past the words being said after his name. So he just answers while continuing to hurriedly but carefully to not get his blood pumping too fast while searching one-handedly as he holds the offline reactor protectively in his other hand.]

Tools, I need tools. Even if it's just a screwdriver and a soldering iron. Kind of important.

[greenmoonrising]

[Frowns more and reaches out to grasp his shoulder.]

Tony, breathe. What's wrong? Tell me so I can help.

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony finally looks up looking fairly concerned and a bit pale]

Its m-

[His eyes focus and he actually looks at Bruce, his eyebrows knitting as he's approached by something vaguely familiar.]

Who are- You look like I should know you. I don't know any kids so this is kind of awkward.

[actuallyspeakslatin]

[Natasha had no idea why she was a child, but she was betting on alien tech being responsible. It was obviously a plot to attack an Avenger while in a weaker state, though that would be pointless with her. She also didn't know where she was, so she was doing recon on the grounds and was up in a tree, getting a lay of the land.

She noticed a familiar coiffed head of hair walking around, holding up a phone. She rolled her eyes that she was a child and all Tony Stark's problem was bad reception. She grabbed a branch and lightly tossed it towards his head.]

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony's head juts forward as the branch bounces off his melon and then turns to see what caused his head to be suddenly wooded.]

Uh, didn't your mom tell you it's rude to throw things at peoples heads?

[Tony has never given Natasha's childhood much thought, partially because he suspects she was built by Fury.]

[actuallyspeakslatin]

[Natasha swung down from the branch she was on, landing next to Tony. She rolled her eyes at the parent comment while trying to see if he was getting any reception on his phone.]

It's Romanoff. I had to get your attention without drawing much attention to myself. What do you know?

[arrogantalloy]

Romanoff?

[Tony gives her a skeptical look.]

What so you're a sister? General russian girl? ... Clone?

[He really wouldn't put it past Fury]

[rule_britannia]

[Arthur.. doesn't know where he is. That is, he does but he's not sure how he got here. Something about a train..? Every time he tries to think about it he gets a multitude of clashing memories and his head starts to hurt. It feels like magic gone wrong, but hell if he can recognise the kind of magic it is.

Even if he could, that's no guarantee he could fix it.

The larger problem here, is that he feels like he's lost several inches in height and a look in a mirror had told him quickly enough that he's also lost a few years. Or has he? He knows it isn't right but it doesn't feel wrong, either. One part of his mind is telling him that everything is fine, while the other is about to pitch a fit in panic.

He's walking quickly down a hallway and muttering to himself, trying to get everything in order when he bumps into Tony, jumping back a foot or two in surprise.]

Ah, sorry, Tony-- [Wait, how did he know the man's name? He's sure they've never met.. but he's familiar, at the same time.] ... It is Tony, isn't it?

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony takes a step to keep himself balanced then looks down at Arthur. He doesn't even think to see if he remembers the kids name. Let's face it, Ton's name is pretty international.]

In the flesh, kid. Hm, you're looking a little. Peaky.

[rule_britannia]

[He frowns a bit and rubs one hand over one of his cheeks. Peaky? Really?]

I feel fine.

[Sort of.]

A little confused, I suppose.

[Wait, kid?]

Hold on one bloody minute, who are you calling 'kid'?

[arrogantalloy]

Uh, well considering that you look barely old enough to drive, I think I'm going to go with... You.

[higherthaneverybody]

Mr. Stark. [Hi, Tony, have a nine and some change foot tall(before horns) monster with fangs addressing you. Someone looks like a super-villain here, and it sure ain't the human with the goatee.] You seem to have aged considerably. Again.

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony turns around looking down at his phone with a frown.]

Aged considerably? I know I've felt pretty beat up after the chia-Uagh!?

[As Tony puts his phone in his pocket and looks up to address the person talking to him, he is understandably surprised and takes several steps back almost falling over.]

W-What the hell?!

[higherthaneverybody]

[Rhys has gotten used to this reaction by now, and explains quite calmly (in a rumbling, inhuman voice)] It's Professor Rhydderch, your Head of House. This is merely one of the castle's effects, much as your age is.

[He smiles dryly, though all nuance of the expression is lost with those fangs, and just looks utterly terrifying instead.] I have no intention of attacking or eating you, if you have concerns on that front.

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony takes a few more steps then stops.]

Thanks for the introduction there, Prince Adam. But unless we met while I was drunk. And I think even drunk I'd remember that look. Can't say we've met.

[He swallows hard.]

Yeah, wasn't really thinking about you really eating me until now.

[streetsmarts]

[Nick comes across Tony whilst poking his head around corners and creeping about suspiciously. He's woefully unarmed and alone and he doesn't trust that there aren't zombies SOMEWHERE in this place.

When he sees him, he approaches with caution and a raised eyebrow. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his suit pants, kind of glad to see someone who doesn't look too crazy.]

You a survivor?

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony looks over at Nick then pockets his mobile.]

Survivor? Yeah, you could probably say that. Uh. Guessing you don't know me though, so. What is it I'm surviving here?

[streetsmarts]

The infected. [He squints, watching that fancy ass mobile disappear with a slightly envious expression.] You know, like zombies?

[arrogantalloy]

Uh, no. No I'm not, but then, I've never really watched the movies so I'm not up on terminology that everyone uses.

So what, you're a horror buff or soemthing? Because you have that 'tired critic' look about you.

[brothor]

[Thor has been marching across the school with a most displeased look on his face. It's shameful and pathetic how tiny he is! He cannot seem to get a straight story out of anyone, either. It is a most concerning situation!

The most perplexing part of all would be that he's yet to find anyone that he knows! Not the allfather nor allmother nor Loki. The warriors three and Sif have not appeared either! He has kept his eyes peeled for familiar Midgardians, knowing he is not on Asgard.

As such, he is both relieved and displeased to see Stark. Why must he be aa regular size! He approaches, addressing him from a short distance away.]

Your science will not work here, Metal man.

[arrogantalloy]

[When Tony looks at Thor, he just stops. And stares.]

What's this? Thunder lite?

[Just looking at him, there's no mistaking that this is a younger Thor. Well, it would have been harder if it wasn't for the matching way of talking.]

What, use too much hot water in the shower or something?

[brothor]

Now is no time for joking, Stark.

[He glares bitterly with those giant, blue eyes.] Sorcery is afoot. [He declares, striding toward Stark with his chest puffed out.]

I fear it may be Loki.

[arrogantalloy]

Yeah, I've been hearing that. But it really doesn't have anything to do with Reindeer Games.

[Tony thinks for a second]

Seems to be a castle wide thing.