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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 19, 2019 23:35:24 GMT -6
Clara smiled at the budding friendships forming in the group, giving herself a mental gold star for bringing all of these women together. She pulled her sheet out and checked off the final item on the list and then stood at the the front of the room and clapped to get everyones attention.
"All right ladies! This has been a fantastic session! We've laughed, we've cried, we've shared our stories. Now go out and live your best lives until we meet again! Remember, its the age you are on the inside that counts!" She cheered nodding around at the group as if expecting them to join in in shouting the groups mantra.
She clears her throat. "Okay, now please don't forget to put your contact information on the sign in sheet if you haven't already done so! We all grew up in the 90s and 2000s so we should all be savvy when it comes to corresponding via text and e-mail - outward appearances to the contrary!" She said laughing at her own joke.
"We'll all meet back here on the third Saturday of next month. Mark it in your calendars. I always remind folks and then most don't show back up for some reason... oh god, I hope they haven't died of old age..." She said with a sudden realization of dread and then shook her head and smiled as if trying to lighten back the mood.
"Uh nevermind that! I'm sure everyone from this group will undoubtably be back here on the third Saturday next month! Ooo and as a bit of homework I would like you all to bring one guest! They don't have to be someone that's been age progressed, they can just be someone from your life who is important to you or you think could benefit from meeting the group!" She said clapping at her idea excitedly.
"All right everyone. Great to meet you. Get home safe!" She said with a wave as the old women began to shuffle out.
Posts from here can either take place at the end of this session or your characters arrival at the next one, don't feel you have to wait for me to describe Clara setting things up again.
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Post by spyguy on Jan 20, 2019 19:30:07 GMT -6
Three Saturdays Later...
A small blue sedan pulls up and parks in the church lot. Behind the wheel, a young African American woman, black hair bouncing in an explosion of gorgeous ringlets, checks her smooth features in the rearview. Satisfied, she gives her reflection a wink and turns to her passenger. "Wake up, girl. We're here."
Lexa, frayed gray hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, leans against the window, her face slouching against the glass, sleepy eyes hidden behind cockeyed silver aviators. She slowly turns in her seat with a yawn. "I wasn't sleeping. Just.... resting my eye sockets," she mumbles, rubbing the feeling back into her cheeks.
Monique Stone shakes her head, "You gotta get more sleep. You're starting to look like a zombie." Lexa frowns, stretching her stiff arms. "Don't tell me, tell my body. It refuses to cooperate."
"Maybe these girls in your group can help you figure it out?" Lexa frowns. "I don't wanna talk about it."
"I was doing some reading on Twitter. A lotta ladies your age gotta deal with menopause--"
"Don't use the M-word. And please. I'm 27. Ladies "my age" have to deal with staying out late and getting unsolicited dick pics, not sweaty nights and clammy sheets." Lexa pushes open the door and undoes her seatbelt. She grabs a handle and pulls herself up and out of her roommate's low car with a grunt. She stands there, rubbing her back in wrinkled blue scrubs and a light windbreaker. "They're all just as young as I am. Some even younger! You'll get it once you meet them."
Monique slides out of the driver's side with ease, closing the door and locking it with her keypad. Stylish earrings jingle and her heels click across the pavement.
"Well I'm just glad you're getting back out there. Meeting people, hanging out; even if they do get senior discounts."
"Shut up! You're gonna embarrass me," Lexa retorts, lightly shoving Monique in the arm. "Besides, you're just jealous you always gotta pay full price..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2019 20:08:01 GMT -6
"Aye, know I'm a jelaous bugger about that!" A lanky Scotsman in a black tux, wearing a bowler hat, a white, Japanese noh mask concealing his face, chimes in, eying Lexa head to toe.
Sunny is on his right, carrying a bucket of kfc. She wasn't too fond of the spread last time. Nothing but snacks, Sunny needed something bigger to satisfy her ever growing tum-tum! She was tempted to purschse mini hamburgers, but the only eat her plus one eats chicken and fish. KFC was a compromise.
"Bit unfair, really. Back in the good ole days, 35 was over the hill!" The man laughs as Sunny, eyes bloodshot as usual, drenched in skunky odor, can't help herself but munch a drumstick! Ripping the meat off like a ravenous bests, you'd think she hadn't eaten in days!
"Then again, I'm talking about the 1600's. Not exactly the funnest period of human history."
"Not like a Woodstock." Sunny chirps, grease dripping down double chin. "Now, that was a time to be young!"
"Bet it was, love!" The Scotsman nods. "And who's this enchanting bird?" He refers to Lexa, giving a proper bow you'd see in an Victorian Period Drama.
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Post by spyguy on Jan 20, 2019 20:33:35 GMT -6
A second ago, Lexa and Monique had been alone crossing the church parking lot, but impossibly now here was Sunny and a tall, masked stranger wearing a bowler cap. One would be a fairly alarming sight, but two... well...
"AGH!" Lexa cries, stumbling back into Monique, who wields her car keys like a knife. "What the hell? Where'd you come from? Are you trying to jump two girls going to church?!"
Lexa finds her feet and holds up a hand. "Wait, Mo, it's fine. I know her from group. This is... Sunny, right?"
Monique leans over to Lexa, keeping her eye on the two weirdos. "You mean the hippy granny who gets high and 'travels through time' ?" Lexa nods. Monique takes the sight (and smells) of Sunny in. "Yup. That checks out."
Monique lowers the car keys as the masked man makes a bow. Lexa, unsure of what to do, bows back. "Um, I'm Lexa Blake. And this is my roommate, Monique Stone. Pleasure...uh.... I'm sure?" Lexa does her best, trying to remember the hours she spent watching Downton Abbey prepping for finals last semester.
Monique glares at her, mouth forming the word: "Seriously?". Lexa shrugs, eyeing the bowing man. "I don't know," she mouths back.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2019 21:12:33 GMT -6
"Well, aren't ya just the sweetest gran I've ever seen!" The Scot laughs. "Name's Calum Fox. I sent this one here back to 1968." He points a gloved finger at the senior citizen currently chewing a flaky biscuit.
"Oi, you don't drizzle honey?" Cal questions.
Sunny Shake her head, faded blonde hair flipped left to right.
"I prefer butter. But I don't feel like pulling out a plastic fork and struggling with those containers. Man, they're tiny! Like, why don't they give out those individually wrapped ones?"
Cal shrugs.
"Can't say I know the answer, love. Can't say I do. Cheaper? Maybe? I dunno."
"Hope the girls don't mind I brought Cal. Yeah, he's like a wizard or something. But he's pretty cool."
"For the last time, Sunshine, I'm not a bloody wizard! Those tossers can piss off."
"What about Mary Poppins?"
"Mary Poppins ain't a wizard... She ain't a tosser neither. She's a fine bird I wouldn't might snoggin!"
"Same!" Sunny giggles. "As long as we're talking Julie Andrews! Wouldn't mind a smooch fest with her at any age!"
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Post by spyguy on Jan 20, 2019 21:28:17 GMT -6
Lexa's smile freezes at being called a gran, and she swears she can hear Monique snort with laughter. She pushes through. "Well, Calum, welcome to the States. Sounds like you've come a long way to be with Sunny here today."
"You mean a long when, right?" Monique interrupts, a grin on her face. "Guy's a time traveler, Lex. Jet lag's gotta be killer. What time zone you in?"
Lexa rolls her eyes, grabbing Monique's arm. "Why don't we head in? I'll bet Clara is just vibrating in place wondering if we've passed away like her last group."
"Aw, c'mon gran. Don't be like that. We can hang for a few more minutes!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2019 21:45:52 GMT -6
"That's the spirit!" Sunny raises her bingo wing upward in a fist.
"And besides, with me around, you can't possibly be late!" Calum laughs, taking out a chained watch from his front left pocket.
"So, Tell me, how long have you two been friends? Cal and Me have been buds on and off for the passed fifty years. He pops up like every now and then, teasing me or nudging me in the right direction. He's like the cricket from Pinocchio if he talked like David Tennant!"
"Wow, that is the nicest comparison I've ever heard! Thanks, Sunshine!"
"No worries, man. So, tell me, you guys as close as Cal and Me?"
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Post by spyguy on Jan 20, 2019 21:59:48 GMT -6
"Oh, Lex and I go way back. We went to high school together. I used to move around a lot-- military brat-- so I wasn't so great at the whole "friends" thing. Neither was Lex. She was a huuuuge nerd. When we met, there was nothing to lose so, I dunno, we just clicked I guess?"
"I wasn't a huge nerd..." Lexa mumbles under her breath, zipping up the windbreaker and shivering slightly. Monique nods to Calum, "She totally was."
"Anyway, Lex got into med school and I'm interning over at a local law firm now. Made sense to apartment up." Monique squeezes Lexa. "Me and my girl are gonna be together forever."
"Ugh. You sound like mom," Lexa sighs. Monique nods. "Cuz your mom's a wise, wise woman. Just like me. Also cuz you're so bad at dating."
Lexa exhales in frustration. "I hate you so much right now..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2019 22:53:31 GMT -6
"Now, don't feel too bad, Sunny chose a lot of wankers herself!" Cal laughs. "In fact, it's the reason I got involved in the first place!"
Sunny blushes.
"My dad had me dating this snobby, rich kid. I'm like absolutely, positively not attracted to guys... but I was pretty much a step away from getting engaged cause I wanted the financial security. Man, I was so shallow back then!"
"You may be wondering why I interfered? Well, her future grandson would've grown up to be history's most brutal dictator." Cal shakes his head. "The lives of billions, saved becuase Sunny never married a twat!"
Sunny can't help but smile.
"Speaking of twats, Lexa, how's your batcave these days? Sure it's still tight as a drum, especially compared to mine! Tell me, are you just into Batman or do you like Batgirl from time to time?!"
Cal turns his head at the hippy, not amused at her behavior.
"Sunshine, I'm rather disappointed. Who hits on a woman attending a grief support group?"
"Me?" Sunny shrugs, pointing at herself. "Like, right now. Me, I... I hit on women. Is... is this like a trick question or something?"
Again, Sunny is very, very high. And, apparently, horny!
Cal claps like a sophisticated gentleman.
"Class aside, you're certainly are a dear friend, Sunshine. "Shall we move along? Wouldn't want a delicate thing like Lexa catching a cold."
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Post by spyguy on Jan 21, 2019 0:03:50 GMT -6
Lexa's wrinkled cheeks flush, turning pink, and even though she was freezing, she felt her face grow warm. "I...uh...well...uh..." Lexa searched, but her tongue was completely tied. She looks to Monique, who stares back, mouth hanging open. Lexa laughs, nervous.
"Wow... you know what? I think Mr. Fox is right. I'm just so darned delicate. I definitely don't need to be out here, right now, in this moment, so let's just right move along into the warmth and safety of inside? Is that cool? Yeah."
Lexa rushes ahead and down the stairs, sling bag gripped close, Monique clacking along in her heels behind her. "Lex," she hisses after her, "are all these wrinkly old ladies crazy horny or just her? Lex? Lex! Come on, don't ignore me like that..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2019 0:44:04 GMT -6
"That couldn't have been more deplorable!" Cal shakes his head as Lexa and Monique head off to the church. "Sunshine, it's very inappropriate to behave that way. You can't... batcave?! Batcave?! Seriously?! Has... has that line ever worked?"
Sunny smirks. When Michael Keaton played Batman, let's just say Sunny was quite the Catwoman!
Calum sighs.
"What Lexa needs right now is a safe place, somewhere to vent with people who understand what she's going through. This is not some random pub to pick up women. Behave here!"
"Where's the fun in that?!" Sunny pouts.
"Sunny, you have an opportunity to help these girls. You're on an entirely different boat. Unlike them, your body doesn't feel alien. You know what it's like being old. You could make a difference here!"
Sunny shrugs.
"I've been teaching High School English for like forty years, and I've helped a lot of lgbt youths embrace who they are and stuff. I'm not here for that junk, I'm here to ogle at sagging tits and pruned faces. Let me unwind and try to score. Kay? This about me enjoying a buncha newly aged hotties."
"Sometime you're just the worst." Cal laughs. "I do sincerely hope you fail, but let's head inside the church, shall we? I'm rather curious about these women."
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 21, 2019 13:18:04 GMT -6
As Lexa and Sunny make their way into the church basement meeting hall with their guests they are greeted by a similar setup to last session. A table with snacks and drinks spread out, a fair mix of old people foods and normal fair. There were a bit more homemade decorations hung about - a pin up board with pictures of Clara as 'before and after' with the instructions 'Own the new you!'; a motivational poster by the door that was clearly made by Clara in photoshop that declared 'Just because your age have been progressed doesn't mean your life is over!' and banner with the mantra 'You're only as young as you are on the inside' hung above the central meeting area.
Seated in the circle of chairs was a handsome young man with thick black glasses, a well tailored beard and a man bun. Clara was, as Lexa predicted pacing back and forth by the snacks and immediately jumped up with enthusiasm as she heard clumping down the steps. The young man stood up as well and waited patiently to be introduced.
"Oh thank god! Lexa! I'm so glad you're back! And you brought a guest! I'm guessing she's a support-guest and not fellow victim of your age virus... unless, oh my god were you a baby at the hospital Lexa worked at?" Clara asked looking fearful. She didn't wait for an answer before hugging them both.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2019 13:53:46 GMT -6
"That would've been bloody depressing." Cal points out as Sunny set up her KFC, making herself a plate in the process.
"Anyways, the name's Calum Fox." Calum bows. "I'm... well, I'm responsible for Sunshine's transformation. Do hope I won't make anyone uncomfortable. I'm well aware this is a safe space, don't wanna make any of you sweet, old biddies nervous."
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Post by spyguy on Jan 22, 2019 1:14:17 GMT -6
"Oh thank god! Lexa! I'm so glad you're back! And you brought a guest! I'm guessing she's a support-guest and not fellow victim of your age virus... unless, oh my god were you a baby at the hospital Lexa worked at?" Clara asked looking fearful. She didn't wait for an answer before hugging them both. "Well you did send me all those text and email reminders..." "Oh, okay, we're huggers here?" Monique asks, confused.
"Don't look at me, this is new," Lexa exhales, the air being squeezed out of her. Monique pats Clara on the back before gently pulling away. "I'm definitely not a baby. Just your average, 28 year old law-school student showing her support. You know how it is. Hope I don't make things weird, being all not... mature and all. But what can you do?""Clara here used to be 28, but now she's 32. It's been rough, but she's totally coping." Monique nods, feigning shock "Wow. That's gotta be...uh... real rough. Well, you don't look a day over 30 to me, Clara." Lexa glances around, "Are we the first ones here?"
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 22, 2019 9:44:34 GMT -6
Clara laughs and waves aways Monique's compliment like a friends mom being complimented at a sleepover.
"Oh you! That's very kind of you to say. It's great that you're here as long as you don't mind hanging out with us old ladies for the morning!" Clara says with a big smile.
"Lexa I want you to meet my guest - Gavin?" Clara called to the young man standing by the chairs. He struts over and does a bit of a bow to the ladies and then reaches up to kiss both of their hands. He has pewter rings on his fingers that seem clearly homemade and smells like coffee and old books.
"Salutations." He says in a smooth deep voice that almost sounds like what Scotch would sound like if it could talk. He leans in to get a closer look at Lexa, still lightly holding her veiny hand.
"So you're Lexa? The medical student that found herself thrust from your late 20s to near retirement age? How beautifully fascinating." He purrs.
Clara subtly moved Gavin a few steps back to give Lexa some breathing room. "Gavin is a Psychology scholar who specializes in geriatric psychotherapy!" She explains to the women excitedly. "And he's single!" She adds in a sing-songy voice with a slight nudge to Lexa.
Before Clara can elaborate any further she hears feet coming down the steps and turns to see Sunny come downstairs accompanied by a tall man in a tuxedo and a mask.
Every muscle in Clara's body urges her to scream in terror and beat the man with her purse as she runs out of the church but she realizes who he must be and sternly says "Sunny!" But before she can chastise her, the frumpy hippy just strolls by her to place her KFC on the table, leaving Clara face to face with the scotsman.
Upon Cal's greeting, Clara just stands in front of him looking scared and dumbfounded. Her hand not raising to shake his.
"You're that man. The man that caused a pretty young prep school girl to get thrust back in time and grow old. You're THAT man. And Sunny brought you here as her guest?" Clara asked through gritted teeth, her eyes practically bulging out of her face.
"Well i'm glad you're not intending to send anyone back in time today, that's awfully nice of you because that would be a hell of a bummer for a woman in an age progression support group!" Clara yelled sarcastically and stormed away from him.
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