As the Clock was destroyed, all of the stolen time rushed back to it's original owners, causing them to rapidly age back to normal. But as the crew would soon notice, it seemed that the stolen time didn't always go back to exactly the right place...

[[ooc: Time to get back to normal guys! This is basically a case of very rapid ageing - they'll basically speed through the years through about a couple of minutes or so. Of course, everyone won't get back to exactly the right time - most will only be out by a pretty insignificant amount of time (such as a few minutes, or hours, or days, etc - depends how close significant events are to the point they're from.) For those who are using this to change canon point, they're going to end up at a different point, obviously]]

The effects of the Melting Clock had been of great concern to the crew for some time now - but thanks to the efforts of those who had negotiated with the Time Dragons, a solution was now in sight.

That solution took the form of four Time Dragons, who had just been brought on board. They were here to destroy the clock - and to collect their booty, of course.

[[ooc: Okay guys! Billy's play will be played out here, as well as the destruction of the Clock (The other exchanges will be handwaved). This is also where the whole crew will be able to approach the Time Dragons. Virgin Princesses should approach with caution!]]

It had been a few hours since he had almost cautiously entered the room the young comatose woman had been in to find a quietly wiggling baby, tangled in medical cords that had formally been keeping her alive. She hadn't been crying, tiny hands waving quietly in front of her face, each gesture making her pause in confusion, as though her fingers were an alien thing not connected to her body.

He hadn't been sure if he should sigh in relief or feel more worried. She was moving under her own power, for the first time she was alive and not just existing. She was a baby, it had worked. But she wasn't crying. Which could mean any number of things, most of them not good and only a few of them tolerable. It could never be simple, could it?

She had been small in his arms when he picked her up, smaller than Conner had been a few hours ago, lighter than she should have been, he'd known that much.

It had taken hours to check for and repair any damage done to her. Tirelessly matching Mei-Xing's scans with the scans of the child until everything was as it should be. His head was throbbing; a low, constant ache that made him want to sleep for the next three days.

But she was cooing, soft and quiet in his arms, latching on hungrily to a bottle when it was offered and she seemed to have no problems eating. Everything matched. Just a normal, non-human baby. A beautiful baby girl. "Shhh...."

It had worked. Somehow, despite everything, it had worked.


ooc: Anything happening in this thread is assumed to happen after Amy's, no matter the order people tag in. The baby's name will end up being Molly.

After everything that happened, especially the events that had just transpired in the med bay, Tim had been doing some investigative work. Because while perhaps the danger was over, there were certainly still some underlying issues-- what had happened to the power, for example, as well as investigating the delay for backup power (something that needed to certainly be righted for the future). Tim certainly didn't trust the timing of an inexplicable power failure.

It turned out he had been right to. He wasn't happy with what he had found.

He almost didn't want to tell Conner about it, but he deserved to know, at least. Tim would find a way to address the issue himself, without causing more problems. For now, though, he had to talk to his friend.

((ooc: Bendy timed to a little while after this thread.))

Time was still moving forward. Yet looking at Lash you could never guess that, as each day did not increase her age by one, but continued to slowly recede into the past, the body around the massive hair growing smaller each day. And with a younger age came a much greater degree of immaturity and a certain disregard for the rules, even if compared to some of the other children on board, she still had her wits and mind. Perhaps a little too smart for her age, it might be argued.

A very, very dangerous combination, then, when she realized how bored a single wunderkind was, and how many other people on the ship were not. Surely, she thought, they could be made to do things for her own amusement! Lash was the six year old wunderkind prodigy, she demanded to be entertained! Her backpack filled with many little trinkets she had gathered (perhaps stolen from where they should have been found) and she carefully inched around the ship in relative silence, waiting to spot a poor soul or two. Maybe even children her age! Tee hee, imagine how fun it would be to spray them with a water gun, or to glue their hands, or even tie their shoelaces together! At least she wasn't thinking about ways of blowing them up. They should be thankful for that.

Tiptoeing to the next person, she peered from her hiding spot...

[OOC - You want your character to get pranked? Simply reply here with where they were currently and how much pranking you're fine with. Lash is moving all around the ship and this can happen over the course of several days. Levels are gentle, medium, and cruel. There might be other characters involved in the pranking. Don't worry, Lash isn't never going to destroy anything important to your characters, just causing trouble and doing jokes a six year old would likely do. Levels are just for how much leeway we have. Feel free to just talk to her/scold her too!]

Smaller didn't necessarily mean Sherry was less of a handful. Somewhere during the time it took her to shrink from four to somewhere around two, she'd gotten more curious and - inexplicably -louder. She was quick, too, on those fat little legs of hers, as she ran from Interesting Thing, to More Interesting Thing.

Naturally, anything she found went straight to her mouth, and then immediately subjected to a chorus of "Ew! Ewwwwww!" Claire's dog was a "cat", no matter how many times Sherry was corrected otherwise. And the poor alien pup itself was subjected to Sherry climbing on its back and clinging to it like pony until she was either plucked off or fell off.

Still, there were some good things about this. Sherry was sweeter, more amiable, liked being spoken to and enjoyed being tossed high in the air. Over. And over. And over. Which is why the little tot was addressing her mother with the biggest, sweetest pair of blue eyes meant to be totally convincing.

"Mama! Up!" Her chubby little hands grasped for the hem of Claire's shirt, falling short. "Up!"

Living in the TARDIS isn't all it's cracked up to be. Everyone there is busy a lot, it seems, and there's only so many questions Jamie can ask before he finds himself shooed away or set to doing something to help. He doesn't mind that once in awhile, but there's only so much 'helping' he can do, and only so many places they'll let him go in the TARDIS alone.

Today he's not in the mood to sit around there and do nothing, so as soon as the opportunity presents itself, he takes off, wandering through the hangar a bit and looking at all the strange ships before eventually making his way through to the other parts of the ship just to try and find something to do.

He's got a few things with him to keep him company, though. One is a small sack that he's put some important things in - some snacks, a nice rock from his room, and the morphers. They're too big for his wrists now, and he doesn't remember what they are any more, just that it's important he has them with him. Since his super sporran is with his adult clothing, the bag is the only other reasonable place for them to be. The other item he has with him in one of those horseless carriages he's been told about, a wee one he found somewhere and decided to keep. He likes the way the wheels spin, and it moves pretty nicely even without the horses - or one of those engine-things. That toy he's been keeping out so he can play with it when the mood takes him. Of course, sometimes the mood takes him so he sends it careening down one of Stacy's hallways, but that shouldn't be a problem, should it?

((OOC: Bendytime to fall in between the Oryan mission and the crew negotiating with the Time Dragons. Feel free to run into him anywhere - just mention in the subject line where it is.))

It was a little hectic in Medbay. Though there were only a few patients, they weren't in the best shape. Still, there was the best life support technology that could be built or grown in the Medbay, and the problems were being dealt with.

For the moment.

That moment would soon be over, only to be replaced by sheer chaos.

[ooc: Tag away!]

Conner didn't get out of bed that morning. That was the first sign something was wrong. He didn't run in and jump on Rory's bed to wake him and Amy up, he didn't run around all noisily in the TARDIS, exploring, he didn't do little boy things in loud, little boy ways.

He stayed in bed, quiet as can be.

The second sign that something was wrong was the way he couldn't seem to stop shaking.

||Attention, Attention. The following crew members must report to the Observation Deck...||

All over the ship, Stacy's voice continues to repeat the announcement until the summoned crew members have reported to the Orbs Deck. Once there a dossier appears on the screen, and a mission that many of the crew members have been waiting for - one that can save the people affected by the Melting Clock.

Planet Designation: Era
Status: Terrestrial, T-class.
Non-sentient life: Medium levels of flora and fauna, most of which are partially comprised of clockwork.
Semi-Sentient Life: No.
Sentient Life: the Time Dragons
Water: 15% of the planet's surface.

Climate: Similar to Earth's Mediterranean regions. [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: Mostly comprised of metallic, industrial-like landscapes, with various clockwork-based flora scattered over it.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 28% oxygen, 61% nitrogen, 3% xenon, 8% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.

Air Pressure: 15.021 pounds per square inch.
Sky: Rust coloured, with pale clouds that mysteriously arrange themselves into the shape of clock faces.
Sun: A class E5K, yellow star.

Mission: Negotiate with the Time Dragons and convince one of them to destroy the Melting Clock.

[[ooc: The OOC post for this is here! Keep in mind that due to the Time Dragons messing with time, all of the threads with them will happen simultaneously]]

It hadn't been long after the end of the Ohm encounter that Duo, troubled by the ever-increasing spots in his memory, had vanished into a self-imposed exile between his cockpit and around the City. Eventually, he stopped showing up much of anywhere- at least as his recognizable self.

The braid remained but both it and he himself had lost a handful of feet and years, and even more of his memory now. Gundams? Only a faint suggestion of that word remained in his memory from his time on Stacy. Sure, he knew mobile suits well enough still. But he hated seeing him, so whenever he did go to the hangar, it was usually to skulk about as unseen as he could manage to, glaring at the towering structures. It seems people couldn't just leave them alone and put their weapons down here, either. He could just picture the concerned look on old Father Maxwell's wrinkled face if he saw all the weapons they had lined up here.

When he wasn't searching for places to swipe food– which he was finding to be even more scarce than it'd been on V-08744– he came to find his favorite pasttime was exploring the impressive structures he came across within the city. He'd only ever seen a few books about the Earth and any of its architecture or structures between his short schooling experience and the church, but he thought the places he'd found here took the cake to anything he'd ever looked at in a book.

Still, he was starting to get lonely. He missed Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. He could get by without the roof over his head and the food on the table that he'd come to enjoy in the past few months, but nothing could substitute being in good company. It was inevitable, he might think in a particularly solitary and objective moment, that he started slipping up in his sneaking about, if it meant that he wouldn't be alone for a little while.

[ooc; Feel free to bump into 8 year old Duo however you like! Replies will be from solo_duo!]

At Cassie's house, it was just another average, normal day.

Well, except for the fact that two of the residents had regressed to being eight-year-olds and were currently throwing the house into complete and utter chaos, that is.

[[ooc: set after the Sleepover Party, but before this log.]]

Dean as a boy had been mostly sticking around the house, but he just had to get out for a little bit. He wanted to grab something from the media library, though it looked like they didn't have much of comic books there. That sucked. He found a few things to take back, when he suddenly changed again.

The boy of eleven years old was suddenly noticeably smaller and younger still. A towheaded boy of four, quiet and withdrawn. He rubbed his eyes with puzzlement as he glanced around. He knew the hallways and at the same time, he didn't. Where's his daddy or his baby brother? He's supposed to be with them, and they're not here. He looked upward and around, and started to sniffle.

A good number of those affected by the clock had reached childhood, and required supervision. Several of the adults had offered to help, and no one was quite sure anymore who had first suggested it, but it was decided that one night, there should be a sleepover, something fun for the children. The idea had grown; Eva had offered Cassie's house, after getting permission from the other non-deaged resident, Aximili.

In the end, it turned out to be a packed house. There were about twenty children running around, and thankfully, there were five adults and two teenagers supervising. Luckily for Eva, she had made sure to childproof the house the best she could beforehand.

It was going to be needed.

[Planning post is here. HAVE AT. A description of Cassie's house is here, and if you have any questions about it, you can ask Lisa (Eva), Blue (Marco), Cait (Rachel) and Kaylin (Ax). Start up subthreads for stuff, and try not to wreck the place. :D; ]

She'd heard it from Einhart, and she'd heard it from Kang - and that Signum was going around the ship and attacking those with magic left no doubt in Nanoha's mind. She, like Reinforce - like Fate - had reverted to an earlier point in time. Signum was reliving the Book of Darkness incident all over again, and stealing peoples' Linker Cores... but without Hayate to tell her no, how could she be convinced otherwise?

No, the only thing to do was to stop her herself. And that was Nanoha's job - she and Fate had fought the Wolkenritter before, and she would fight the General of the Raging Fire again.

The only problem was that she had no idea how to find her.

Nanoha kept her power ratcheted down as she flew through Stacy's endless hallways, trying to sense a spark of magic that she recognized. She had no doubt that Signum had been trying to avoid her intentionally - if she'd been collecting the energy from Linker Cores, why wouldn't she have been one of the first targets? No, the knight was too smart for that; she'd likely been trying to avert a showdown of the sort that Nanoha was now trying to force.

Signum might be trying to avoid her magical signature... but it'd be significantly more difficult to avoid something barely more than a blip on the radar.

"Wide Area Search, Engage."

Six tiny orbs of pink light burst from the head of Nanoha's Device, each zooming down Stacy's corridors in a different direction, instructed to lock on to the nearest powerful magical sign. And Nanoha herself still flew, waiting for a result.

(ooc: Locked to Nanoha and Signum. If you want to get in / be an onlooker, just hit us up on AIM first.)

It's a simple repair job. A couple of frayed wires, easily taken care of - even by the Jamie of a few months ago, when he was first learning to to fix this sort of thing. Today, however, he finds himself staring down at the colorful mess in front of him, unable to focus on the task at hand. He feels...odd. Fuzzy-headed, similar to the feeling of not getting enough sleep the night before. Trying to think was like trying to push through a mass of cobwebs spun from some giant spider beastie - his mind able to get free one moment, only to wind up stuck again the next.

With a sigh, he pushes himself out from under the console and sits up, rubbing at his eyes and giving up on the idea of doing the repair for the moment. Maybe a walk to clear his head would be a better idea. He'll not do the department any good while he's like this.

Blindly reaching for the console and pulling himself to his feet, he's unaware that there's been a subtle shift in the length of his hair and sideburns, both of which have just become a little bit shorter. He's caught in a memory - Turner, telling him to grab the radio they need to keep in touch with U.N.I.T. and get it out of here. As he takes a few steps towards the door, a burning sensation runs through his leg, and he lurches forward. Packer and his guards aren't actually here and shooting at him, but the result is much the same. As more of his time slips away, the faint scar on his calf turns back into the bullet wound that it had once been, causing him to inadvertently cry out in pain. Even so, he manages to stumble out of Engineering and into the halls of Stacy, not really thinking about much more then trying to get away before he's fired on again.

((OOC: Closed, but if someone really wants to visit Jamie in medbay after Rory examines him, please PM and I'll set something up.))

Right, Conner had said. Only there were as many rights as there were lefts, and twice as many as there were ups and downs.

Sometimes navigating the TARDIS felt like it needed a map, and even more now when everything he had known the location had somehow shifted around.

But he finally found the room. Conner's "Office", which really looked like he had raided the store room or the TARDIS had taken to creating clubhouses for small children. He didn't remember this room being here before, but he was fairly certian that even the Doctor didn't know all of the rooms the TARDIS had hidden inside herself, even if he pretended he did.

"Conner?"

Sunglasses on.

Engine roaring.

Music blaring.

Accelerator depressed, gears engaged, and he was off.

The 2023 Ferrari Infinity streaked like a bullet through the City, down corridors, across the obs deck, anywhere it could reach, a black blur to those with slow vision, accented by a red streak where the flames of the Overlord's hair trailed far behind the convertible in wind-tossed delight. A smug grin on his face, left elbow propped firmly on the door, the Overlord did what any teen demon -- or, demon de-aged to about 1700 or so -- would do.

He was cruising for chicks.

Ladies, look out; Teen Zetta is looking for you.

After hearing the clock, Cassie had headed straight back to the Med bay. It had taken a while for the others to start deaging, hadn't it? And they were working on a cure anyway so- this was O.K. they all had time. They'd figure this out.

Except Cassie had less time than she thought. Maybe it was that she had been GLaDOSed recently. Maybe it was the pym particles in her system. Maybe it was all the stress her body had taken lately. Maybe a being of total control over here just felt like it. Whatever the reason, about halfway to Med bay, the effects of the Melting Clock took effect.

Cassie Lang was now 11 years old and totally confused about why she wasn't in the Baxter Building. Not to mention all the extra memories she had which... made no sense. She was 11, not 16! She hadn't been blown up. Her dad wasn't- and had never- died. The only boy she was crazy about was named Kristoff Vernard. And as much as she wanted them, she didn't have super powers.

This was totally crazy! This had to be some kind of super villain trick. That had to be it! She was fighting off the mind control. She could do this! Maybe the others were around, in their own illusions.

"Uh, dad? Kristoff? Invisible Woman? Human Torch?" She called, looking around. "Thing? Anybody?" She waited for a few moments. "I know this isn't real. You're making a huge mistake if you think you can manipulate me."

It had taken a little time for Stacy to double back, and for the Melting Clock to be brought on board. Now all of them could see just what had caused such a drastic effect - the giant, metre-wide melting clock face. But now the crew had it in their hands, and they could get to the real work - trying to find a way to destroy it.

[[ooc: Threads are up! Also, the ooc post about this can be found here, if you need to ask questions]]