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Oct 31, 2008 22:54

Ford Prefect awoke one morning to find himself transformed into a child. Again. He'd been through the process a few times before, so the experience itself wasn't too odd. On some planets getting in touch with your inner child meant a bit more than going and lying on the couch of your pyscho-whatsit of choice. Zaphod had spent a while convinced that all of his problems lay buried deep within the heart of his childhood, and that the only way to solve them was to go back to that age. Ford had come along for the ride by accident and was de-aged too. It had been a fun week. Who knew that so many of Zaphod's problems could apparently be solved by the two of them beating the crap out of each other's pre-pubescent bodies at a high end resort. And it had specialized in caffeination therapy too which had been an unexpected and pleasant perk.

Ix meandered lazily down to the compound. His towel was draped around his waist until he could find some proper fitting trousers and his satchel was draped over his shoulder, banging against his bony knees. He was singing something that sounded a bit like Elvis, a bit like one of the stranger sort of church hymns, and a bit like a dying cat. It was really an old Betelgeusian children's song, something about worlds ending and which of my three mothers I would leave if I could only save two. Ah, there were nothing like the songs of childhood to make everything more hoopy.

Now all he needed was some candy.

It shouldn't be too hard on a day like today. You had to love a planet that could turn begging and threatening into a holiday for the kiddies.

[OOC: One small, Betelgeusian boy clad (for now) only in a towel. Find him anywhere you like, timed to earlier today.]

ford prefect, joshua lyman, plot: halloween

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