[*in ur mansionz startin ur crackplotz*]

[1926bentley]

*because there hasn't been enough chaos in the Mansion lately (even though it did explode earlier) and because the typists would probably threaten him with make-up if he didn't do this, Crowley has decided that really, there's nothing more chaotic than a bunch of little kids running around and wreaking havoc

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[ken_murata]

Murata enters in his Sage form and abruptly finds himself restored back four thousand years to normal again. He blinks, looking down and finding his body has gone back to his teenage self then laughs. He notices a nearby mirror and runs to look, tugging at his hair when he sees it has also been returned back to normal colour but he looks happy anyway.

[demonfiance]

Wolfram is already currently altered back to 8 years old but this makes his age fluctuate up and down, settling back again on 8. He frowns in confusion and looks lost all over again.

Then he starts to cry.

[aneatmonster]

Dexter is decent with kids, and even though he usually doesn't feel emotion, he hates to see them upset or crying. So when he happens upon Wolfram, he can't help but pause for a moment.

"Is something wrong?"

[demonfiance]

He sniffles and looks up at Dexter. "What's going on?"

[aneatmonster]

"I'm not sure. Is there anyone around who can take care of you?"

[likegoinghome]

Oh dear, where once there was Julia Angier, all of five feet seven, blonde curls and an ample body there is Julie. A tiny child with a golden halo of curls in a bonnet and white gown.

And she's terribly confused.

[thegreatdanton]

At her side who else but her husband? It is incredible, the things that can happen within the mansion.

Angier had never been the talest of men, but suddenly he found his view very close to the floor. His face hasn't changed much, simply younger and more boyish. Even his attitude hasn't changed terribly much, except that he's no longer the most friendly of men.

Being a six year old heir to an estate will do that to a boy.

Curiously he looks to the girl beside him. "... Who are you?"

[likegoinghome]

She tips her head at him, oddly and blinks. "I am Julie. Who are you?"

[thegreatdanton]

"Rupert James Caldlow the Third." The boy proclaims, almost haughtily. "But most people call me Robert."

"Do I know you?"

[callmestargirl]

*^_^*

[winestains]

*and here, where there once was a Danish fop, there is now a pale, skinny eight-year-old, dressed in a tunic and trousers suitable for a workman's son-- he's middling class, not noble but not poor by any stretch of the imagination, and so the clothes are plain but not inexpensive. this is a boy who has not yet gone to court, and has not yet been introduced all to all the wonders and fabrics of the place--*

*he does, however, have a hat: it's a top hat, much too large for him (but he wears it anyway), fine but worn, and it probably fell from a carriage heading toward Elsinore*

[be_my_me]

*and here, where there once was an Illyrian fop, there is now... a little Illyrian fop, perhaps seven years old. he is very confused and a little scared, as he seems to have lost both his mother and (worse!) his hat. is it any wonder that he's staring at Osric?*

[winestains]

*stares back and adjusts his hat, because it falls over his eyes when he doesn't* Hi.

[be_my_me]

*looks away quickly, ashamed to be caught staring* Good day, sir.