Semi-Open RP: Molly finds STFU

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((Open to all STFU-istas))



Molly, having eaten some of the Easter Bunny's chocolate and made full use of her newly-regained childhood, was hunting for something familiar. She had only been to the STFU suite once, but she felt like hunting Nny down now--hey, he'd actually be taller than her now! And he had all kinds of swords and knives and sharp pointy things that somehow seemed even cooler now that she was small again.

She giggled, running through the hallways and dodging anything and anyone who might be in her way. She didn't know just what had caused this change, and she didn't know how long it would last, but God she hoped it might be forever.

Molly knocked on the door--even as an eight-year-old, she knew better than to idly stick her head through a door anywhere near Nny's dwelling--and stood on her bare tiptoes, balancing like the world's smallest, grubbiest gymnast.

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A knock on the door was unusual, really, and Nny opened the door to see...

a small, blonde girl? He didn't know any...

Still. There was something familiar about the shape of her jaw, and there were all sorts of potions and spells and enchanted foodstuffs around here. He'd been turned into a kid himself for a bit, too, and it hadn't been very pleasant.

"I almost recognize you..."

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"Hi Nny!" Molly gave him a grin. "Nny, there was this chocolate, and it did this--" she pointed to her head "--and you will not believe how amazing it is. I mean, everything is...it's so..."

Beautiful was what she was going for, but she had no real words to articulate just what was going on in her momentarily clear head. "I like it," she said at last. "A lot. C'n I come in?" Once again, she knew better than to just hop into an area that might, for all she knew, be crisscrossed with booby-traps.

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The voice made it easier.

Molly.

Strange, how... how new she looked. More than young, she looked new.

"Come in, yeah. Sure."

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"Wow, this place seems a lot bigger--hey!" She found herself suddenly surrounded by a small, barking sea of Devinisian devils. "Hi guys--no, hey, that's my arm--you are all a lot bigger, too."

Somehow moving through the noisy surge of fur, Molly clambered onto a fat cushion-chair, her bare feet sticking off the edge as the devils fought to sit on her lap. They jumped so much that they knocked her back onto the floor, and with a shrieking laugh she grabbed two and started wrestling with them. "Hey, I'm not a chair! You can only fit one at a time, you know."

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He laughed raucously at the sight; child-Molly tangled pretty easily with the devils, seemingly unspooked by the unearthly yips and growls.

"They're acting almost like you're one of them." Well, fair enough. He got the container of bacon, tossed strips to the devils, and offered one to Molly as well.

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"Ooo, thanks." Molly took it and bit one end off, holding the rest out to tease the devils. One of them jumped, another tried to climb her leg, and a third sat and stared like a begging kitten.

Finally she admitted defeat, sitting down in a giant pile of bacon-scarfing devils, giggling as they climbed up over her shoulders. She was so oddly, wonderfully, almost ubelievably happy, and she couldn't even begin to know why.

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"Was that on purpose? Getting... getting young like that?"

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Molly shook her head. "I don't think so," she said. "I ate something in the Great Hall...there was another little girl named Gogo there, too." One of the devils tried to snatch what little bacon she had left out of her hand, and she poked at it.

"Mine. Get your own."

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Nny dropped to the floor next to her, legs bent, knees pressed to his narrow chest.

"Gogo's doing the kid thing again? I remember she did that once before." And there was the time she turned herself into a guy, and... But he wasn't going to dwell on that train of thought. "I did once, too, because she asked me to."

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Molly looked at him curiously. "What was it like for you, being a child?" She was pretty sure Nny couldn't remember his past...how could he be a kid again, when he didn't remember being a kid in the first place?

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He went from cautious curiousity to flinching, twitching distress in the blink of an eye. "It was... it was so confusing and... and Devi was, she went, she was gone and Teatime didn't care and I didn't... didn't know what..." Nny trailed off, curling in on himself.

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Molly looked up at him. She recognized that kind of distress, though she wasn't sure from where....

Passing the rest of the bacon to the devils, she disentangled herself from the heap, tripped over her too-long pants, and hugged him. "I'm sorry," she said, both that it had happened and that she had asked.

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The unexpected touch made him jump, and he stared at her.

"Sorry? Why are you sorry? You're not... one of them. Any of them."

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"I'm sorry it sucked, when you were a child," she said, with the seriousness only a child can muster. "But it's done now, you know? You've got Devi, don't you? And me, when I'm not little. And Squee, and Gogo, and...and I don't know who else, but you know what I mean. I don't know about everybody else, but I'm not going anywhere." She paused. "Well, except maybe to get more bacon."

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Molly's child-voice sunk in a bit, enough to shake Nny's sudden depressive fit a little.

She's just a kid right now.

"Bacon, yeah." Nny laughed a little weakly. "Are you a Devinesian devil now?"

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Molly looked at the still-scuffling herd of devils, then back at Nny. "Something like that," she said, grinning. All of a sudden she was getting terribly sleepy, but there was bacon to be had. She yawned, and poked at a random devil, who turned long enough to lick her hand and then went back to fighting over the remains of the bacon.

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Squee curiously peeked out of his room to see Moofy enthusiastically joining on on a Devinesian Devil Dogpile. The girl underneath the pile of devils didn't seem to mind the attention, thankfully. Who was she, though?

"Um... hi?"

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Molly grinned. "Hi," she said. "You're Squee, right?"

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... Oh god, she was PSYCHIC!!

"Y-yes? Um. Or Todd. Whichever."

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"I met you once, I think, and Nny's told me about you. I'm Molly." She extracted a hand from the devil-ball and held it out.

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... Okay, maybe she wasn't psychic. Internal sigh of relief! "Oh. Oh! I remember you. You had bubble-wrap." He shook Molly's hand carefully, as if worried that it would break off at the wrist or explode on a moment's notice. "... did you drink some potion-stuff or have chocolate or something?"

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"Yep, that was me! With the bubblewrap, I mean. I ate a chocolate a while ago--did that make me little?" She hadn't known what did it, and a lot of her adult memory had gone away with it.

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"Probably, yeah. Chocolates do lots of weird stuff. They made Gogo and everyone else little a couple of months ago, and Dib went all see-through and ghosty when he had one." There was a brief silence before he added "... Gogo said she turned into a boy once, too."

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"Yeah, she told me about that. That must have been weird." Molly couldn't imagine being a boy, and didn't want to try--boys were, to her regressed mind, icky. Squee was okay, though. "I didn't know chocolate could do that. I thought you had to have surgery and stuff."

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"I didn't see her when she was a boy... I wonder if she had a mustache." He paused, picturing Gogo with a pair of Groucho Marx glasses and a fake mustache. "They're magic chocolates, though. That pretty much explains it. If you try too hard to make it make sense, it'll just give you a headache." A few seconds later, Molly's last sentence finally kicked in. "There's surgery for that?"