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Aleister stirred in his bed, yawning before curling up again. He heard the commotion outside but he didn't want to go find out what was happening. Pulling the covers over his head and curling up to his pillow he suddenly paused. When did his pillow grow so large?

His eyes opened quickly, it was his pillow right??? "Whhhaaa....!?" Getting off his bed, Aleister noticed it was a much further drop and looking. ".... What the hell."

<I think... you have shrunk or everything else has grown....>

"No really?" Aleister sighed and suddenly he felt his boxers sliding. He squeaked and grabbed at them to keep them from falling off. Good thing he had his door shut, the blonde sighed as he dug in his dresser, having to slide over a chair to reach the top drawer. He paused when he suddenly had a thought, eyes glancing over towards the closet. He'd smuggled a plush toy in the room.

He slid off the chair and moved over to his closet taking the chair with him and standing on it to open the door and when he found the large stuffed animal with it's clothes he grinned evily. <You're... stealing plush toy clothing??>

<Yes. It'll at least fit.>

Once he was properly dressed he grabbed pookie and shoved the chair to the door leading to the hallway and opened the door. "Uh.... does anyone know happened!?" He was dressed in tan shorts, and a shirt that had a heart on it. Pookie's un-summoned form was in his hand.

Otto had been playing on the drums in a tee shirt and his boxers, because why not.

Maybe he'd been at it too long, because he felt so drowsy in the middle it, and promptly face planted with a bang.

Otto awoke on the floor, and as he looked around, his drum set seemed to tower over him. "What th---" Otto's eyes widened as he clamped a hand over his throat. His voice was high and squeaky. Was he sick?
Then he looked down at himself.

His clothes were practically falling off of him, and his limbs were small and child like.

Otto got to his feet, holding his boxers up and scuttling to his door where a mirror hung. "I---" He stared wide eyed at his reflection.

<> Tenya coo'd from his mind, laughing loudly.

Otto's innocent looking face turned sour, and he stormed out of his room. "WHO THE ******** IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS s**t!?!?!?" His little feet stomped down the hall, hands still grasping his clothes to keep from a wardrobe malfunction.

There was no way he would be able to summon Tenya in this condition.

Candace was crying as she ran out of her room, stumbling in her too-long pajama pants and nearly tripping and falling flat on her face several times. Why was she crying?! Why was she little?! She frantically looked around, holding her pajama pants as high up as they would go, which was pretty high up now.

Everyone was so little! What the ******** was going on!?

Wait..

Wait!

"CHIPMUNK!" Candace cried, running down the hall toward him. She tripped and stumbled but somehow managed to stay on her feet, throwing herself at his leg and clinging for dear life. "Is this a ******** joke?! Why are you...like...normal?! But I'm...and Jerry's...and Madison's..." She whimpered, falling back down on her butt and sniffling. She would. Not. Cry. She would. Not. Cry.

Damnit she was crying. Candace pulled on her pigtails. "I want my boobs baaack!"

When Sherry first woke up, rolled over and out of bed. In her rather groggy state, she almost didn't notice anything was amiss. Things were a bit disorientating, but she blamed that on being tired. It wasn't until she tried undressing that she noticed things were not in any way normal. "What?" She was suddenly very...unsettled. "Dreaming. I'm dreaming."

Her hands were smaller, her t-shirt and shorts were too big, the bracelet that Armagnac became was also bigger than normal. Sherry would have checked the mirror in her room, but it was suddenly too high for her to see. Yes. Not normal.

Hearing the noises from the hallway, Sherry ran towards the door. Things were wrong and she didn't want to be alone. She flung the door open, and stepped into the hallway. What she saw there didn't little to comfort her. Tears began to sting her eyes, and she felt as though she might start crying. "Wh-wh-what's happening to us?"

Some kind of loud noise had woken him up. Jordan grumbled and rolled over in bed - and promptly got tangled in his pajamas, which were suddenly, bizarrely loose. His confusion brought him fully awake, and when he lifted his hand to shove the covers off and figure out what the heck had happened, Ferros's ring slid right off his finger, suddenly way too large.

What's going on? the dragon said drowsily.

"That's what I'd li - oh god." His voice sounded like a little kid's. He was suddenly the size of a little kid again, which was why his clothes were stupidly large on him. He climbed carefully out of bed, tripped over the hems of his oversized sleep pants, and felt the distinct urge to burst into tears.

Which he was not going to do, Jesus F. Christ, what he was going to do was find a pair of shorts with a drawstring so he could at least have pants on and then he was going to go and find someone and demand an explanation for this bullshit. Ferros's ring went into his pocket. That made him feel more naked than his actual clothes falling off had, and it just worsened his mood. As did having to stretch to reach the doorknob properly.

So when Jordan got out into the hall, his displeasure with the whole situation had developed into a fullblown pout.

The other shouts and yelps that filled the rooms and hallway comforted Wilson, but only by so much. He forced back a sniffle as he attempted to come to terms with the sudden transformation. Once he got back to his feet he attempted to take a couple steps forward, but cursed himself for choosing to wear long pajama pants last night—it was still cold, okay?! The decision had seemed so logical, but now it was such a hindrance. He huffed and dropped the pants altogether. His shirt was more than long enough to cover the necessary parts, right? While one hand grabbed a fistful of his discarded pants, he ran over to Dakota. “Dakota! You’re small too!” The boy looked different—he was a kid too now, after all—but the appearance seemed familiar. His free hand went to the top of his head and moved it forward to compare his height to Dakota’s. All of a sudden he found it important to know that he was at least a bit taller than the others, which he was.

When he heard Gale, Wilson spun around to stare at the lad. He stared and stared, slowly taking in the fact that the blond British boy was still his own age. “Gale!” Wilson pointed his free hand at him. “You’re still normal! No fair! No fair no fair no fair—“ While he would have continued with his tantrum, Sherry’s crying took away his attention. Despite being kid-ified he still walked over to the girl and patted her on the head. “It’s okay. I’m sure the leaders will explain everything so—“ Wilson paused when an unfamiliar kid waltzed in. “—on…”

Despite the iconic weapon, it took him at least five solid seconds to realize this was his leader.

Wash woke to the sounds of LOTS of yelling and sobbing.

He'd been having a snack in his dorm when he'd suddenly dozed off in his chair. He stretched - which somehow didn't feel as refreshing as he'd thought it might - and hurriedly hopped out of the chair.

...Was everything bigger? He could hear Sally snickering - had she somehow made the whole room grow? No. She was barely useful as a WEAPON much less...

HEY!

Whatever. He started to step forward- and his pants wound up around his ankles. It was only the elastic in his boxers that kept it from being REALLY shameful. What the HELL? His clothes were HUGE. He grabbed a spare belt and sort of knotted it under his dress like t-shirt and tried to assess the situation.



Nope. He had nothing. But he heard a squeaky sounding authoritative voice issuing from the hall, so he went out to investigate tentatively. He really hoped this wasn't permanent. This wasn't quite what he imagined recapturing his youth would be like.

OH LOOK, IT WAS PUPPY! "Puppy, Puppy, hi! You're so adorableeeee!" Eva greeted him with a tackling hug, and not a very gentle one other. Pulling back, she beamed at him, and then turned when she heard crying to see a little girl running towards...Gale? And he was normal sized! How strange! Maybe he knew what was going on?

She hummed thoughtfully for a moment before turning back to Otto, jerking her head in Gale's direction. "Puppy, let's go talk to Gale too!" Bending down, she gathered up as much of her coat and scarf as she could in her arms, just to ensure that she didn't trip on the way down the hall. "Gale, Gale, Gale, good morning! Why are you still so tall?"

Once she reached the blond boy and the other children who were gathered around him, she let go of everything she was holding, letting her oversized coat flop down around her again. Beaming, she lifted a hand again and gave everyone another floppy-sleeved wave.