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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 10, 2019 0:27:20 GMT -6
Hey everyone - I had a roleplaying idea that might be a lot of fun but will take a bunch of us to actively participate to really get it going. The idea is a weekly support group for victims of age progression. So I would play the coordinator of the group and whoever is interested in playing would play one of the group members. Characters can be: APed celebrities or characters from popular culture; AP victims from actual AP stories shared on here or other sites or completely original characters. Anyone is fair game as long as the person has been age-progressed to some degree. To introduce the character just include a picture or description of them along with a brief character 'sheet' like this: Name: Clara McKaren From: Original Character Current Age: 32 True Age: 28 Important things to know: - Support Group Organizer - Type A personality - Has found 5 grey hairs on her head but dyes them.Bold the character Bio and pick a color other than black to use when roleplaying so we can distinguish between in-character and out of character comments. Hopefully a few of you will think this is a cool idea and we can have fun playing around with the scenario for a while. I'll start us off. Clara flutters about the church basement on the sunny Saturday morning setting up chairs in a circle and making sure the table is well arranged with coffee cups and various pastries she had spent all night baking herself. In the center of the table is a large store-bought fruit platter meticulously arranged by size and color. She counts out chairs to make sure she has put out enough and freezes when she realizes that she forgot some supplies in her trunk. She quickly runs out to the parking lot and returns with two grocery bags. Clara removes the contents of the bags and places them next to the coffee dispenser. Some of the ladies had complained last week that 'coffee just runs right through them' nowadays and that Clara wasn't being thoughtful of the needs of the majority of the group. Now she nods satisfied at cluster of Metamucil bottles and single serving jars of prune juice. That should make the old gals happy. She thinks as she takes a sharpie from the other end of the table and writes 'Clara: Age 28' on a name tag and pats it down over her left chest. She then brushes some dust off her knee-length skirt and waits for the rest of the group to shuffle in.
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Post by spyguy on Jan 10, 2019 3:14:27 GMT -6
This seems like a fun idea. I'll do my best to keep up when I can. Lexa Blake From: Original Character Current Age: 57 True Age: 27 Important Things To Know -Med Student -Used To Living Life At Full Speed -Is Just “Borrowing" Her Mother’s GlassesA gray haired woman climbs down the stairs to the basement, pausing suddenly as she winces behind her aviators and puts a weathered hand on her thigh. She thinks the pain is probably caused by the breakdown of ligaments in her acetabulofemoral joint. Early signs of a bad hip. She’d walked here straight from her shift at the hospital and these days her body just wasn’t keen on keeping up with her classes, rotations, AND extracurricular activities. Not that she wanted to be here. She was older, sure, but not like those withered souls she kept seeing in the waiting room back at work. She takes off her sunglasses and pulls out the group's flier, squinting. She can barely make out the room number and shakes her silvered head in frustration.
Then again, at this rate she was going to make it out of med school just in time to retire.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 10, 2019 14:12:28 GMT -6
As Lexa walks in she is greeted by Clara who has a wide smile on her face showing off her perfectly white teeth. She shakes Lexa's slightly veiny hand vigorously.
"Hi! Welcome! Welcome! Is this your first time? Welcome to the group!" Clara says with the enthusiasm of a real estate agent.
"Don't forget to fill out a name tag!" She adds in a cheery voice thrusting a fistful of sharpie markers at the grey haired woman.
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Post by MeanMark on Jan 10, 2019 14:16:40 GMT -6
SkylerFrom: "Very Fast Times at Claremont High" (Fanfiction)Current Age: 75True Age: 18Important Things To Know - Senior in High School- Aged by Donkeyvac Monster attack at her school, along with girlfriend Amy- Still has to live her normal life due to no cure being discovered yet"This totally sucks." Skyler thought to herself. Ever since the attack, her life had been turn upside down. She was 18, in the prime of her life, preparing for college! Now she has gray hair, more wrinkles than she can count and she can barely stay up past 7 PM. Her mom recommended she attend group therapy with other ladies her own "age." Skyler disagreed, however; surely no one could understand her situation...
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Post by spyguy on Jan 10, 2019 15:51:59 GMT -6
“ Uh, yeah. First time. Totally. Thanks...um...” Lexa forces herself not to squint at the name tag on the (intensley) cheerful brunette’s chest.
You can do this, Lex — she thinks to herself- you had perfect 20/20 vision up until a couple weeks ago. A nametag’s easy. It’s cake!
“...Sara.” She finishes confidently.
Lexa carefully extricates an offered sharpie from the bundle and begins scribbling her own name on a tag.
“So, you’re 28 now oooor....?” She leaves the sentence hanging in the air awkwardly.
Note: sorry the color is wonky. The mobile site is SUPER weird to use.
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 10, 2019 16:32:33 GMT -6
Clara lets out a forced laugh and puts her hand on Lexi's arm affectionately.
"Oh you flatter me! No, no as you can see i'm MUCH older than 28 now. 28's just the age that i'm supposed to be. The age I would be now if..." She trails off sadly then immediately perks up again. "Anyway i'm *ugh* 32 now! And god, do I look it!... The 28 is just so we can all share our TRUE ages. This group is meant to be a safe space where we can all be seen for the young vibrant women we truly are! Not the washed-up wrinkled old ladies that society views us as now!" She adds triumphantly.
Clara sees Skyler hobbling in and pats Lexi on the arm again.
"Excuse me, i'll be back in a moment." She says as she moves to greet the new arrival!
"Hello! Hi! Welcome! Come, have some of the prune juice and soft foods i've put out while you fill out your name tag! It's so good to see you! Love the outfit!" Clara says politely to the elderly woman dressed like an artsy teenager.
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Post by spyguy on Jan 10, 2019 18:49:45 GMT -6
As Clara walks away, Lexa shakes her head.
”32?” she sighs under her breath. “Lucky...”
She shrugs, inking in “27” beneath her name before peeling the tag and sticking it to her sweater.
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Post by MeanMark on Jan 10, 2019 18:57:29 GMT -6
Skyler immediately scoffs at the "soft foods" suggestion from the newly acquainted session-leader.
"Pfft, I can still handle regular food MA'AM. Don't let the saggy skin fool you, I'm probably going to be the youngest one here!"
With a shaky and gnarled hand, Skyler begrudgingly bends over to write her name and age on the name tag she had just been handed.
"18..." she said, distantly, as she put the name tag on her jacket. She then quickly pointed a finger at Clara, "I expected to be treated like an 18 year old! No treating me like some old broad!"
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 10, 2019 19:50:08 GMT -6
Clara held her hands up defensively. "Sorry! Sorry ma'am... er I mean, um Miss... Skyler." She says to the elderly 18 year old, reading her name off her nametag. "Oh Skyler! I talked to your mom! Is your little girlfriend going to be joining us?" She asks with a bright smile.
"But you are absolutely right! We aged women need to stick together! Whether we were aged by magic curse or mad scientists machine or time travel gone wrong - its not how decrepit and wrinkly we look on the outside. It's about how young and vibrant we are in here!" She says to the women in the room.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2019 20:40:58 GMT -6
Alexandra "Sunny" PhillipsFrom: Original CharacterCurrent Age: 69True Age: 18Important Things To Know-A victim of time travel-Was once a spoiled brat living off Daddy's money-Was expected to marry the son of one of her Daddy's businesses associates-Was a manipulative bitch and down right awful to girls at her private school-Was deep, deep, deep in the closet. A Frazzled Woman, reeking of marijuana, knocks on the entrance, eyes bloodshot, squinting at the group of elderly women congregating. Truth be told, she's not here to vent about troubles with being 69 in 2019 when she should he 18. She doesn't really wanna talk about the strange man in a bowler hat that sent her to 1968. Nah. She's kinda here to... well, make some new friends to chat with at night over a glass of wine and some Grateful Dead. That's always a need!
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Post by spyguy on Jan 10, 2019 21:32:48 GMT -6
Lexa gives a half hearted "Woo" from the refreshment table, her clenched fist half rising in a lazy attempt at a girl power salute while holding a plate.
To be honest, she was getting enough of this "Ra! Ra! Age-Is-A-Number" spiel from her mom during their Skype calls. It was actually her idea to attend this group after she heard about it from Lexa's roommate, Monique. The two had been in cahoots ever since the Incident. Ugh. Fresh faced, still in the bloom of her 20's Monique....
Lexa eyed the assortment of snacks and beverages, moving past the Metamucil and Prune Juice. Soon, she thought, darkly, before moving to the coffees, fruits and pastries.
She shouldn't even consider the sweets. At her age diabetes was a slippery slope and she had already put on some pounds after waving goodbye to her med-school metabolism. She stops and eyes two chocolate muffins, her long time mortal foes. Her eyes narrow.
"Ah screw it. I skipped lunch. Besides, I'm young and vibrant on my inside anyway, right? Vibrancy can handle baked goods."
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Post by MeanMark on Jan 11, 2019 7:49:50 GMT -6
"No," Skyler replied bluntly. "Amy won't be coming."
She had begged her elderly girlfriend to come with her; their relationship had not exactly been the same since the attack. Maybe it was lost lust, or maybe it was the trauma of seeing each other zapped into seniority.
Either way, Skyler was here by herself and she hated it.
"Excuse me," Skyler said as she shuffled by Clara to the snack table, when she heard a knock at the door; in walked a chubby, older woman. She didn't quite as old as herself, Skyler thought. "I wonder how old she's supposed to be..." she muttered under her breath.
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Post by tej2506 on Jan 11, 2019 10:25:47 GMT -6
Kayla Brooks From: Original Character Current Age: 91 True Age: 21 Important Things To Know: - Self-absorbed - Haughty - Hates old people - Previously worked in a nursing home.
A loud squeak is heard over the conversations going on, as a hunched, quite frail looking elderly woman comes slowly trudging in, her clearly practically unused four wheel rollator squeaking under the weight of her body. She stops at the stairs for a moment, remembering when she used to despise those old people who could barely even walk without help. Flushing in slight embarrassment, she coughs slightly before speaking in a wavering and croaky voice "...Could some please help me? I...uh...can't really get down here."
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Post by chronoeclipse on Jan 11, 2019 12:11:02 GMT -6
Clara nods at Skyler "Sometimes its tough to continue relationships after suddenly becoming aged. Believe me I know, my fiance and I broke up after what happened to me... We'll talk about that kind of stuff more in group today!" She said with a kind smile and then hearing Lexa 'woo' she raised her fist in the air cheerily! "Yeah that's the spirit! Right on sister!"
Clara turns around to see an older woman who looked like she had never changed her clothes that she was wearing from woodstock. She waves her hand in front of her face to break up the pot smell. "Uh ma'am... er miss you can't smoke in here..." She began to say but before she could pursue the matter any further a shriveled old woman appears at the top of the stair wailing for assistance.
"Oh jeez!" Clara exclaims hustling up the stairs to help the frail old woman. She holds out her arm for the elderly woman to grasp on to and manages to hook her walker in the other hand as she begins to help Kayla down to the room. "OOf, this walker is heavy! Before I lug this all the way downstairs you're sure you're in the right place yeah? You're not just a normal old lady that got lost and wandered in here?" She asks the sour looking old maid next to her.
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Post by tej2506 on Jan 11, 2019 13:03:02 GMT -6
Her shriveled, shaking hand takes yours in a weak and bony grip as she takes the first step down cautiously. Just as she turns to reluctantly thank you for your help, you speak. "Of course I'm in the right place! Do I look like I get lost often!? And why do we have a young lady like yourself who has no personal experience leading this ridiculous group!?" Kayla yells as strongly as she can, clearly angry but barely able to manage more than a slightly louder than average speaking tone. She takes a moment to catch her breath, taking another step down.
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