Wherein Falcon figures you're all sick of him by now.

[raced_god]

All right, everyone, here's your status report.

After talking to a lot of you, I'm pretty sure the magic age is fifteen. Anyone older aged down, anyone younger aged up. Not that it really matters, but eh. The more you know.

I also did some sample analysis yesterday to try and figure out what this stuff is and what we can do about it. The bad news is that I can't reverse it. Not that I ever thought I could, but anyway. The good news is that it's temporary, and should only last a week, give or take. Everyone will probably be back to normal by next weekend.

Unless of course, you're enjoying this, in which case reverse that good news/bad news and uh...make the most of these next few days, I guess.

You can all thank me now.

I am exhausted and it's not even the end of day two.

I was really looking forward to this weekend but instead I get to babysit, fuck my life.

I am going to regret asking this but If anyone needs anything, don't hesitate to let me know.
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[In addition, three of these are hung on Lash's doorknob.

They are accompanied by a post-it note. "For Lash. Pass the others on to Hawke and Jeff. From Falcon."]

Comments

[ionianmode.livejournal.com]

You doing okay, Papa? Anyone thrown up on your shoes yet?

[raced_god]

I am beginning to empathize with Mr. Mom.

But other than that, I'm doing okay. How are you?

[leadthemalong.livejournal.com]

*Sometime today, you will notice a little index card was slid under your office door Falcon. It's written in pen, but the handwriting was extremely plain but a little... stange*

"Thank you! I owe you for this week. You're the best!"

There's.... also a small little flower next to it that was plucked from outside. (It was as a thank you....8|) Some of the petals fell off from being pushed under the door though....*

[raced_god]

[Falcon is now tallying how many times he has been told that he is the best. This is number four.

But awww, Oly. That is very cute. He appreciates it.]

[sexy-playground.livejournal.com]

Congratulations on figuring out something I already told you.

[raced_god]

I figured it out with science. Forgive me if I find that a little more concrete.

I see you've still got a headache problem.

Lighter you belligerent little twat :|

[4x4-of-manly.livejournal.com]

I need you to









eat my shorts.

Re: Lighter you belligerent little twat :|

[raced_god]

Eat your own shorts.

[geometricmagic.livejournal.com]

Have you figured out who did it? It's obviously someone who wields magic.

[raced_god]

Could be anyone with magic, really. I'd be inclined to say Ganondorf, but being a child is apparently giving him magical migraines from hell and I don't think he'd do that to himself.

[umbreon-blacky.livejournal.com]

I knew it wouldnt last long. Aww...

My teeth are feeling kind of weird.

[shotaloli-jack.livejournal.com]

You've been chewing on my heels in your sleep. It kind of tickles.

[raced_god]

I didn't think it would be permanent either, but at least now I can give everyone a time frame.

Are you...teething? Oh dear god that's awkward.

[tiny-bang.livejournal.com]

MR. FAAAALCON I got the medals can I keep all three, I'm the biggest and tallest out of the three, so I should do what I want!!

[raced_god]

Good. You did share them, right?

[doodle-beagle.livejournal.com]

g..good.. c..cause i hate being t..this s..small...

[raced_god]

You okay?

[proud-soldier.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the news. Although I could probably have just chalked it up as a victory for the Lazurian and Rubinelle army if the enemy was permanently transformed into children.

I have to wonder where the Headmaster is during all of this. Is there any way to contact him?

Also why did the hallucinogens not wear off

[raced_god]

Not a problem. You'll soon find I'm the only person who gets anything done around here.

Good question. He tends to become unavailable when things like this happen. And then I'm the only person who gets anything done.

You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland...and I show you how deep the rabbithole goes.

[guardianofsea.livejournal.com]

*Wherever you are, Falcon, Lugia finds out at some point and blasts water into your face and runs off squealing.*

[raced_god]

[Oh God what no aaagh ok this is officially the worst week ever.]

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Oh, so, what you're sayin' is next season we shouldn't give the stuff to Nester, 'cause he might be too old then and instead of gettin' bigger and buffer he'd probably turn into, like, a 8 year old.

[raced_god]

Probably.

Though I don't think anyone should have any more of this stuff.

[tailsofambition.livejournal.com]

To be honest, a couple of friends and I plan to make the most of this, but I don't think I'll miss being an adult - I've still got it to look forward to in the future, after all.

So I guess it's good and bad for me.

How are you holding up, Mr. Falcon?

[raced_god]

That's a good way to look at it.

I'm doing all right. I've got my own little crowd of kids to look after.