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When; December 14-15
Rating; pg for now?
Characters; Meyer, Al, Theo and whoever else wants to join
Summary; The three guys at Lucky's get turned into kids. Hilarity Ensues.
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The weekend comes and Midnight passes. The casino is doing its business when the Curse Hits.

Then casino is suddenly short three people. Or, perhaps, three people are suddenly shorter. At the same time Meyer, Al and Theo have been kid struck.

Theo, age nine, finds himself in the break room rather surprised. The last time he checked he was at home. Obviously he must have been kidnapped.

But why are his clothes so big?

Kicking off his shoes and fixing his clothes as best he can he goes peeks out of the break room and looks for guards or anyone. Not seeing them he starts to sneak quietly down the hallway looking for someone who could help. What he finds is a casino.

Dumbstruck he just stares at it.

And then goes looking for someone.

Anyone to help. Because when his father finds out...

((replies will come from Al

snorky, Meyer

vilde_chaya and Theo

daddys_lil_necromancer ))

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Meyer, who is now nine years old as well, finds himself standing behind the bar in a place he's never seen before. His clothes might not be as comically big as Theo's are, but they're still far more baggy -- and fancier -- than normal. There's a bottle of liquor in his hand, and he sets it down on the bar, looking around himself confusedly.

"Hello?"

His English is heavily accented, and his tone is almost accusatory. This definitely isn't the Lower East Side (or, if it is, it's not somewhere he's been before) and he'd been sleeping, dammit, right before he showed up here. Great. Just great.

"Hello?" Theo asks back. His voice is almost New York but with a hint of something else.

"Where are we?" Unlike Meyer's accusatory tone, his is one of You Tell Me Now. Peon.

"I... don't know."

His voice is hesitant. Halting. It's not because he's scared, necessarily -- he's been in a lot scarier of situations, and this doesn't strike him as particularly scary. Odd, certainly. Scary? Not so much. The hesitation is due, of course, to the fact that figuring out the English words for anything takes him just a little longer than he'd like it to. He doesn't figure he can effectively communicate with this kid if all this kid can speak is English, but it's starting to look that way. Simple sentences like I don't know will just have to suffice.

He can speak other languages but none that Meyer would know. Crossing his arms, he takes a deep breath and mutters something not in English before switching back.

"Why not?"

Theo knows he shouldn't be here, but why shouldn't Meyer be here?

[ Tosh woke up from a nap to find herself alone in the house, and unable to find any of her belongings or even her clothes. That's not a very nice-feeling situation at all. So her immediate thought is to find someone who can help. Preferably someone who can reach the counters without climbing on a chair.

Dressed in a far-too-big sweater with a scarf as a belt, and several pairs of adult-sized socks held in place with rubber bands, she heads for the one place she instinctively believes will have answers. ]

Hello?

[ Boys, there's a five-year-old girl in your clubhouse. ]

"Because... I don't know."

He's confused. Is it really that unbelievable of an answer? This kid doesn't know why they're here, he doesn't know why they're here, they're in the same position. He frowns intently at the other kid, wondering just what his problem is.

He scowls at Meyer.

"Well, that's stupid. Where's a phone? I need to call my father."

Theo's problem is that... he's eight? And totally believes he's better than everyone.

"I don't think..."

How does he phrase this? Very carefully, apparently. This kid obviously feels entitled to some kind of special attention, considering he's thinking about running to his father at the first sign of trouble. Meyer scowls back.

"... you go find a phone."

It really comes off as a command. If Theo wants a phone, he can find a phone himself. Meyer's not going to bother to look for him.

Of course Theo's running off to his father. His father is God.... a god... um... very important and will be Very Upset when he finds out.

"Fine. People need to stop kidnapping me," he grumps. "Stupid kid," he mutters to the kid his age, as he stalks past him.

Tact Theo has not yet developed.

Meyer may not speak very good English, but he sure as hell knows the word stupid, because it's been directed at him enough times in the last couple of months to last him a lifetime. Which is why, as soon as the kid stalks past him, his hand shoots out to grab a fistful of his shirt, intending to yank him in close.

"Say it again."

It's a dare. A challenge. Call him stupid again, Theo. Just try it.

"Don't touch me!" Theo shoves Meyer as soon as he grabs his clothes. "You [words that are definitely not English or any other language Meyer would have herd but are clearly insulting and derogatory and would get Theo in a lot of trouble if his father heard him say it]"

He has no idea what Theo had just said to him, but he can make certain assumptions, based on the lazy slurs people have used on him time and time again throughout his life. It's not English, it's not a language he understands or can even begin to guess about, but he knows what people usually call him. And it's enough to send him into a cold rage.

It's that rage that has him drawing his fist back and then swinging it as hard as he can at Theo's stomach, cursing in Yiddish as he does so, voice almost a growl, sounding far older and more intimidating than he should be able to, considering how small he is. It doesn't matter what he's saying: none of it is good, and all of it is threatening.

Theo... who has gotten his fill of boys spots Tosh first. He has slightly better manners to girls because that's his mother beating him in the head... not literally but you have to be nice to girls. Old Fashioned manners and whut not.

He is sporting some evidence of having lost a fight so he's definitely a bit banged up here. Still...

"Hello."

"Did you get in a fight?"

It's obvious he did, but five-year-olds say what they're thinking, and Tosh is thinking that the boy in front of her just lost a fight. She wrinkles her nose a little, because fistfights are dumb.

"Yeah. I did. But I don't want to talk about those [not a word in any language she would know]" He's grumpy.

"Was that a swear?" Swearing is dumb, though less dumb than fighting. It's about equal on the not-nice scale, though. She's not sure about this grumpy kid.

"I need to find a grown-up."

A glass crashes to the floor nearby. The source of the throw perches himself on top of the bar and peers down at the two boys. He seems to be entertained by the idea of a fight-- maybe a little too entertained. At this point, involving himself just sounds like a bit of fun and fun is always better than total confusion in a strange place.

"You two sound like a couple of chickens clucking at each other. Is that all you've got?"

"Yeah. It was. Why?" Theo would really like to be able to curse them but he doesn't have the power to do that yet. Give him thirty odd years then he'll be able to.

"There aren't any good grown-ups here."

You would be grumpy too if you got beaten up.

Theo grunts and stumbles back a bit, glaring at Meyer and then up at the new kid.

"What was that for!?"

His gaze turns to Al, too, though he doesn't let go of his tight grip on Theo's shirt, because he absolutely doesn't want him getting a punch in while he's otherwise distracted. He doesn't say anything, just stares at him, somewhere between challengingly and just plain irritatedly. Is everyone around here completely insane?

"Because you're not supposed to say swears." Duh. Boys, honestly.

Tosh assumes that he deserved it, since he wouldn't have gotten beat up if he hadn't gotten in a fight in the first place.

"There have to be some somewhere, you can't have a place without grown-ups, and they can't all be bad." That's ridiculous. There are always good grown-ups. "What about a constable?"

Al sizes both boys up, meeting each glare with a content smile.

"'Cause this is the saddest excuse for a fight I've seen in my life. That skinny kid's gonna chew you up and spit you out in no time."

He points to Meyer indicatively.

"It doesn't matter. When my father finds out he's going to do horrible things to all of you and your families!"

Theo is working on the assumption that his father is around. That his father will show up soon and rescue him. And that these kids wouldn't actually hurt him.

"Fuck your father."

It's a nasty little snarl, filled with all the vitriol he can possibly fill it with, directed mostly at Theo, although he's not exactly pleased with Al, either, for calling it a sad excuse for a fight. He's only gotten one punch in -- if he decides to make it more violent, it'll be a lot better. No sense in making it over the top yet.

He totally didn't deserve it and when his father finds out there will be vengeance, swift and horrible and Theo will laugh. "My mother says that."

There's a sigh.

"I haven't seen any constables or police."

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that is teh best expression

I suspect it's going to show up a lot

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