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[open] tonight we are young;

Who: Shaun Mason, Georgia Mason, and YOU.
Where: Lab, et cetera
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG-PG13
Summary: Shaun and George are small, but they're not going to let that stop them.
The Story:

A - Puzzle Time

George is sitting on the floor, the pieces of the puzzle spread in front of her. "Shaun, I need the edge pieces. Come on. Can you focus for five minutes?" Here she'd thought his attention span was bad when they were grown-ups.

“Huh? Oh.” He looks at the piece in his hand which is… nothing like an edge piece. “Sorry, George. This thing is… really kind of violently colorful isn’t it?”

"It's Wonderland, I'm pretty sure that's on purpose." She takes the piece from his hand, rolling her eyes. The murky light of the lab is dark enough that she's mostly not bothering with her sunglasses, keeping them in her pocket and taking advantage of her weird black zombie eyes and the perfect night vision they give her. "Come on, the sooner we finish this, the sooner we can move on to something hopefully more interesting."

“Something where I get a gun?” Shaun mutters irritably. He hunts down a few edge pieces and offers them to her. They’d been told the creatures aren’t hostile, but Shaun hates being unarmed in unfamiliar surroundings.

"Here's hoping." She takes the pieces and puts them together, frowning down at the puzzle.

B - Vending Machine

They (well, George mostly. Shaun was more of a distraction) had managed to solve one of the puzzles without either of their eyes starting to bleed, and that had led them to a vending machine. The problem with being kids though, is that their reach is significantly diminished. It’s easy to look behind or around or underneath the machine, and of course they can see inside it pretty clearly, but the top is another matter.

“Hey, George. Climb on my shoulders.”

George looks up at the top of the vending machine. Even as an adult, she's not that tall, but she'd be able to get closer. As it is, this seems like the best shot they have. "Okay," she says, turning towards him. "Can you hold me? You're smaller than usual."

He raises an eyebrow at her. “I did when we were this size the first time, didn’t I?”

She rolls her eyes. "That was a long time ago." But she slings her legs over his shoulder anyway, holding onto his head.

He straightens slowly, holding onto her legs to stabilize her. “Do you see anything?”

"Hmm, I'm not high enough. Don't drop me." Carefully, she shifts one foot up to his shoulder, leaning one hand on his head and another on the vending machine as she very carefully stands up so she can peer over the top.

C - Blanket Fort

It's been a few days, and while they've made progress towards getting the keys they need to get their bodies back, they're not there yet. And sleeping in one big room with everyone is… uncomfortable. They've made do pushing two of the beds to the side and sleeping curled around each other, but it's still hard to sleep surrounded by other people.

But now, a few days in, feeling more childlike by the minute, there's a perfect solution to that. George tugs the mattresses off their beds and shoves them underneath the frames, then drapes the blankets off the side. A perfect fort.

“This might be one of the best ideas you’ve ever had, George.” Shaun crawls underneath the blankets and stretches out the mattresses underneath. He hadn’t been comfortable sleeping in the same room as everyone else, and this makes it a lot easier to relax.

"You might not have noticed, but I'm pretty smart." She takes another blanket and drapes it over them, curling up against Shaun's side. "I didn't like being a kid that much the first time. I wanna be big again."

“Same,” Shaun agrees, leaning against her. “But at least Mom and Dad aren’t here to stick cameras in our faces this time around. Silver linings.”

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[EYES FIND EYES GEORGIA. Specifically, her eyes find the beady brown eyes of what appears to be a juvenile raccoon. Said raccoon growls in a voice much deeper than expected, but that may be attributed to the fact that the growl sounds like less animal and more like the growl of an agitated adult man.

with a distinctive Philly accent.]

You got about five seconds to get your ass back on the floor before you don't have a nose anymore, kid.

Rocket? [Georgia ignores the thret, not least because she's very high up and doesn't intend to fall. When she gets down, it'll be slowly and carefully. She looks down, clinging to the edge of the vending machine.] Shaun, I found Rocket!

[She looks up at the.... tiny, adorable raccoon. Seriously, that's freaking cute.]

We were worried the lab thing would be hard for you. You doing okay?l

[Shaun pulls one of his hands away from George's ankle to wave up at Rocket.]

Hey, man! We should have found you way before now! I bet you're great at reaching the stuff on the high shelves!

[Oh... those aren't just normal kids. They're George-and-Shaun kids. He steps a little bit closer, still looking miffed, but that's probably because his fur is coated in dust and he's had his nice, safe hiding space disturbed.]

I dunno. I'm hiding on top of a frickin' vending machine instead of shooting the place up. Where's that fall on the okay scale?

As someone who likes not getting shot, I'll put it at reasonable. [She scowls down at Shaun.] I also don't like getting dropped. Shaun.

[She'd never have gotten up here at all if she thought there was any chance he'd drop her. But the banter helps her feel better.]

Do you need help getting down? Cause as much fun as it is standing on Shaun's head, this'll probably be easier on the ground.

So you're saying I shouldn't start bouncing up and down right now? [He puts his hand back on George's ankle to stabilize her again.] Spoilsport.

[Rocket's already climbing up on George's shoulder and starting to scale his way down her back.] Don't mind if I do. Watch your head, kid. If I fall from this height, it's gonna hurt like hell, 'cause my skeleton ain't reinforced no more.

Shaun!

[He's an asshole at every age. She waits until Rocket makes his way down before lightly nudging Shaun's cheek with her foot.]

Okay, help me down.

[She starts lowering herself along the edge of the vending machine, shifting her foot carefully.]

[You probably know exactly who's making that rough, haggard noise, stumbling down the darkened halls, hand cupped about his mouth. He looks no older than eight, but it's not like Wonderland has a vast amount of people with respiratory issues.

When the top of a head peers out over the top of a vending machine, Tim staggers back, the abruptness of the motion triggering a fresh bout of coughing. His panicked mind latches onto one thing, and one thing only: that in this murk, in this place full of scary metal things that look like they're ready to take you apart, everything here is Bad.]

G-get away from me!

How about I hold very still, and you both can use me as a human ladder?

[And he proceeds to do just that. He may not be his adult self, but he can still hold still long enough for George and Rocket to use him to climb down.]

[Shaun peers down over the side of the vending machine at the voice. Oh--it's another kid. He's not great with guessing who might be a deaged version of themselves, though so he's not really sure he can place the speaker. So instead of greeting him by name, he just grins and waves.]

Hey, man! You can see, like, half the lab from up here! Need a hand up?

[Sure, the kid had sounded scared, but they're all in this together, right?]

[There's not exactly a ton of room up there. Sure, they can probably fit a third kid up here, but it'll be tight enough that George quietly kicks Shaun's leg. She peers out. She's not wearing her sunglasses, since the lab is dimly lit enough that it isn't even that uncomfortable. Her permanently dilated pupils let her see perfectly in this level of light, and she's a little more observant than Shaun. The terror, the trouble breathing, and the fact that she's good enough at faces to be able to imagine this one with a decade or so added on... she's pretty sure she knows who this is.]

Tim, right? It's Shaun and George. You okay?

[He sure doesn't look it.]

[enjoy the feeling of sharp nails on your back as Rocket descends the Shaun Ladder and leaps safely to the floor, shaking dust from the top of the vending machine off his fur as he does so. ugh to be less cute again.]

This event sucks.

[George carefully lowers herself back down until she's sitting on Shaun's shoulders, then awkwardly, clambers off.

....wow Rocket's cute. But so's she. So she'll never say it.]

No shit. But when do we ever have an event that doesn't suck?

[How'd she -

He's just that obvious, isn't he? He's that obvious, because no one else is a coughing, hacking, spluttering wreck of a person. He stares at the pair of them, eyes flicking nervously from one unfamiliar face to the other.]

I thought you were -

[Someone else. Something else. He shakes his head as he tries to straighten up, shoulders hunching.]

N-never mind.

[Shaun accepts the kick with good grace, and it's not like he enjoys physical contact with... anyone else, but they did find a pretty good lookout spot, and they can share. If they have to.]

Kinda spooky in here, huh?

The mummy one. [Shaun's answer is prompt.] The food sucked and it was too bright, but we got to shoot zombies, and that's pretty much always awesome, even if the guns were totally subpar.

Only if you can't see.

[Usually George has a disadvantage with her eyes. She can't resist being a little smug when she's the only one who can see perfectly.]

You don't look like you're okay. Do you want to come up or not? We could also come down, only we haven't totally figured out how that part's gonna work yet.

[Kinda spooky. Sure. Yeah. It's kinda spooky. Only a little unnerving, and only a little like the sterile white walls and echoing halls.

None of that's worth thinking about. He focuses, instead, on the pair of them. That's easier.]

What're you even doing?

I can't name a single one, and I've been here longer. [Well, maybe if he tried hard enough. Some of the zombie events haven't been terrible.] Okay... Maybe Ellie's... I got to snipe zombies from the roof. That was frickin' sweet.

[yeah, he's so cute. all one foot long and fuzzy talking about sniping people.]

[Shaun shrugs.]

People watching? Like I said, you can see, like, the whole lab from here.

And they can't see us for the most part. People don't look up. [Tim did, though. Even if he was pretty immediately terrified. Props anyway.]

I did. [So there.] And - why?

[Is people-watching the key to fixing whatever went wrong and turned them all into kids and stuck them in a creepy laboratory full of equipment that looks about ready to vivisect them all in a look?]

[Shaun shrugs again.] Kind of hard to focus through all those puzzles. Personally, I'm hoping to get a hint by watching someone else. Or--have George watch someone else. Since I can't see as well.

[George rolls her eyes, smirking slightly. He's the furriest Irwin. Like Shaun as a woodland creature.

She glances at Shaun expectedly. This is his thing.]

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