Post by chronoeclipse on Oct 18, 2019 13:47:20 GMT -6
So i'm not sure how to address the names question because i'm not sure which of the names you're unclear about.
But in terms of their ages:
The clocks on the wall are determining the ages of the characters.
Red is for physical change; Blue is for mental change; Green is for both physical and mental change; and Purple shifts their environment to a new place in time.
The year the clock shows corresponds to what age the character(s) will become (or in the case of the purple clock, what year they will find themselves in). Everyone in the main group was born in the year 2000 - so if the clock shows 2048 and glows red then one or more people in the group will be physically turning 48 years old. If the clock flashes a blue 2002 then one or more of the group will become mentally 2 years old. If the clock on the right gives a big purple 2080 then the world around them will morph into where they will all be when they are 80 years old (possibly a nursing home or a retirement community etc.)
We have been attempting to clear up some of the confusion about who is what age with those charts at the end of each chapter. Have those been helpful or should we try something different?
Yeah part of the fun for us has been keeping things a little ambiguous so the characters can have a chance to figure things out— but more than happy to find new ways to keep things clear for everyone reading!
Post by chronoeclipse on Oct 30, 2019 18:54:29 GMT -6
In the kitchen Becca was rolling up her sleeves to reveal Japanese characters tattooed each of her wrists. "This one means vitality and this one means infinity." She explains holding her wrists out to Sarah.
The older woman runs her dark skin fingers gently over the teen girls' presented skin. "Mmmm, I had lots of girlfriends growing up who got this sort of thing done."
Becca gives her a look like 'what's that supposed to mean?'
Sarah smiled warmly. "I'm not saying its cliche, I just point it out to say that I've always liked it." She says flirtatiously rubbing Becca's wrists.
Becca smirks at her skeptically and backs away. "Okay... you show me one of yours." She says pointing up and down Sarah.
The 64-year-old nods with a smile and pulls up her sleeve to reveal her slightly flabby bicep. On it is a faded pink and white tattoo that looks like it could be a flower or a stylized vagina.
"That's cool... like from that Janelle Monae video." She says grinning a little.
Sarah beams at the comment nodding causing her locks of hair to flail. "Yeah! You get it!" She says clapping. "Soooo have any others?"
Becca thinks for a minute. "Yeah but I'm gonna have to take this stupid UPS shirt off for you to see them." She says.
There's a twinkle in Sarah's eye as she gives her a knowing smile. "I don't mind."
Jackson fixes himself another drink. "I'm going to go check on the rest of the party... maybe see how Ned's doing... you ladies have fun..." He says in a bit of a sing-songy voice as he strolls quickly out of the kitchen.
Becca takes a deep breath. When she woke up this morning she hadn't in a million years thought she'd be disrobing for a woman in her 60s. She unbuttons the brown shirt and opens it up and peaks inside immediately closing it. "Damn that shit is embarrassing." She says clenching the shirt closed.
"What?" Sarah asks confused.
"I'm wearing a fucking frumpy-ass granny bra!" Becca admits, a little mortified.
Sarah laughs and gently reaches over to move the teens arms aside. "Chill girl... you didn't know you were coming to a party. I wear the same kind of shit when I'm just going to be at work all day." Sarah says kindly.
Becca softens a little, letting the shirt open again. Something about the way Sarah said things and related to her reminded her of her great-aunt that she loved growing up, but also weirdly of her best friend Kiona from middle school and most of high school who moved away last year. She felt like she could trust this old woman.
She opens her shirt again to reveal her slender tanned teen body in an ill-fitting well-worn white underwire bra, meant to support larger saggier breasts. Becca looks at the monstrosity again and shakes her head. She points underneath it to a tattoo of a pair of lips. "So I have that one..." She begins her tour and then she shows a ring of thorns around her left bicep and music notes on the front of her hip. "And this one and that one... I don't want to go like CRAZY with tattoos so I'm trying to spread them out and not get ones I'll regret when I'm all like old and shit." She explains.
Sarah laughs at that comment. "Well, regret any of these ones you already have?" She asks.
"Nah, I think they look smoking hot." Becca replies.
Sarah nods. "Yeah I think so too... mine on me I mean." She says with a chuckle and a wink.
Becca gives another skeptical smirk, thinking that this old woman is definitely getting a bit flirty.
"So... those lips belong to anyone in particular..." Sarah asks pointing under Becca's bra.
Becca blushes a little. "My friend Kiona's..." She says softly.
Sarah moves slowly and deliberately over to Becca and puts her hands gently on her arm. She begins to lightly stroke the girl's arm as she stands very close to the 18-year-old. "Kiona's a lucky woman..." She says in a low sultry voice.
Becca freezes, she was used to being in these moments but only with girls... and guys occasionally, her own age. She sees Sarah's lined faces and the greys in her hair and her soft, slightly saggy skin and her skin crawls a little but she doesn't want to be rude, the lady seemed super cool for an old bat.
On the wall, the digital clock with the red numbers suddenly ticks up, coming to a stop at "2059", before starting to flash repeatedly.
In her office, Erin spots her shoes over in a corner. Ned shuffles behind her, still on his knees. "All I'm saying is, we can work this out. I could go to counseling. We could go to counseling! There are options!"
Slowly, Ned's features began to shift, maturing as years slowly piled on. In seconds, the teenager was in his 30s, a scruffy goatee beginning to grow on his firmer face while broader shoulders filled out his rumpled suit.
"Seriously, Ned, stop it. You're starting to really weird me out." Erin warns him as she bends over to pick up her pumps. The redhead was now a decade and a half older herself, with perky breasts straining against her blouse and a bouncy butt sitting pretty in her business skirt.
As she straightens though, Erin suddenly grimaces, feeling a twinge in her knee. "Ow!
As Erin reached down to rub her knee noticing in alarm that thin purple veins appeared to line the sides of it, Ned lunged at her ankles, hugging her calves to literally grovel at her feet.
"Pleaaaaase! You're my whole world!" He cried as his hair began to thin and fall out. Erin looked down in disbelief at her now middle-aged friend who was begging her not to get a divorce. Her eyesight appeared to lose a bit of focus and she had trouble seeing far away without it getting blurry, but she could see that something was definitely wrong with her body as it began to become pear-shaped, her hips widening and her dimpling thighs lost tone.
"Ned! Have you gone insane? Get off me!" She shouted at him trying to pull away from his grasp as she tumbled back onto her larger ass. They were both well into their 40s now Ned clutched her feet again showering them with kisses.
"You are my Queen!... You love it when I call you my queen right? And I'm your lowly servant! Step on me all you want!" He proclaimed as she attempted to push him off her with her bare feet. She squints down at them to see the skin look thin and veiny and some clear bunions forming. "Ew! Ned something's wrong! We're like old!!" She screams as she crawls backward away from him. Her chest slopes lower in her blouse and some of her long hair falls in front of her face, she sees that it's sprinkled with strands of white.
Ned gives her a desperate smile. "Young at heart my sweetness! You're still as beautiful as the day I met you back in high school!” he says holding his folded hands together as if he's praying to her. His face is growing more lined and though he remained a thin man, a beer belly is pushing his crumpled shirt out far from his thin waist.
Erin is cupping her cheeks as they begin to feel leathery and a bit jowly. She slides her hand down to her neck to feel how loose it’s become. "No I can't be getting wrinkles! I just got over pimples!" She cries.
Ned manages to crawl over to her and wraps his arms around her. His head was now completely bald except for a horseshoe of black hair. Erin buries her nearly 60-year-old face into his chest and begins to sob as Ned strokes her red-tinged, white hair.
Polly and Cody meanwhile had found themselves in the accounting office. Cody hopped effortlessly up onto an empty desk. Polly looked concerned at the teen boy. "Watch it hun, at your age you could get really hurt jumping around like that. You're not a teenager anymore... Even if you still fuck like one!" She purrs.
"Nuh-uh! I'm totally a teenager now! I'll be driving in like a year and a half." Cody says misunderstanding her meaning.
Polly tilts her head confused by his words. "Well if you're a teenager than I don't have to worry about your heart when I do my striptease..." She purrs.
"Yeah! Yeah!" Cody says excitedly as his props himself up on his elbows, he was already growing into a grown man in his 20s. His jaw becoming more pronounced and his chest broadening, he has ‘star quarterback’ good looks as he begins to near Polly's age.
The 34-year-old meanwhile was turning around to unbutton her blouse while singing some sexy pop song from the 2040s.
A 28-year-old Cody reaches out and spanks her tight ass as it sways from side to side in her tight skirt.
In the kitchen Becca was shooting up in height as she left her teens and became a young woman in her 20s. "You're... Pretty cool for a chick your age." She says clearing her throat nervously.
Sarah didn't seem to be offended by the comment. "You mean OUR age?" She asks with a grin and a raised grey eyebrow as the girl she's leaning into approaches 30 and begins to look more mature, sophisticated, and beautiful.
"Uh..." Becca had no idea how to respond to that.
"You’re someone who likes to see herself as a perpetual teenager aren't you?" Sarah asked boldly.
Becca couldn't shake the feeling that Sarah didn't look so old and gross as she had a moment ago. She still looked pretty old and not like 'slammin' but less disgusting. "I guess..." She replies.
"You have such pretty eyes... You know that?" Sarah asked the now 35-year-old in front of her lifting her lined hand to place it on the side of Becca's aging face.
In the hall, Mia does her best to keep up with Ess as she pulls the geriatric Nora along. "Ess, you really don't need to do this. We can just go back to the party--" As she talks, she doesn't notice that she's grown a few inches in height and has begun to fill out into her office clothes as she too started to age.
"Mia, your aura is all stormy. You've...got to calm...down..." Nora mumbles, distracted by her wrinkly breasts flopping freely beneath her airy clothes. Suddenly, she's hit with a burst of energy and straightens slightly, as if she'd just downed a couple of energy drinks. "By the stars..."
Ess shakes her head, purple lips pursed as she focuses on typing into the holoscreen on her smartwatch. "Cody and the other 'men' of his generation need to learn. I've had it with this whole boy's club mentality. That's so last century!"
Ess is so focused she doesn't see Zee and Andy approaching and nearly runs right into the silver-haired teen.
"Watch where you're zooming, Essica!" Zee cries, leaning on Andy for balance.
Nora blinks a few times, her vision clearing a bit behind her reading glasses. Now, instead of several blurs she could make out the outlines of four distinct people. Not only that, the two young people's auras are glowing and glimmering.
"Woah. Your auras are all...sparkly..." Nora mumbles, reaching out with a pale and wrinkly arm, that was firming up slightly.
Zee frowns at Nora, thinking she's had a few too many. "You and these Outdateds getting shwifty, Ess?"
"Outdateds?" Mia asks, the baby-fat of her teens completely melting away as her features become thinner and more lined, while beneath her coat her temperature began to rise as middle-age approached.
Zee suddenly goes pale. "Miss Ramirez. I, uh, didn't see you there!"
Nora stares at her hand in fascination as her thinning, vein riddled skin grew more pink and her bent joints began to straighten with a series of dull pops.
"Of course you didn't." Ess replies cattily. "Now if you'll excuse us, we need to file a formal complaint with Lindsey. Is she in her office?"
Zee shakes her head. "She and her sister are in there, but, uh, they're acting pretty glitch."
Mia-- solidly into her 40s-- unbuttons her dress shirt and fans her neck as her breasts slowly began to sink into her wire bra. Nora-- now in her 70s--catches her younger friend pushing some gray-streaked bangs out of her eyes and frowns.
ark: Whooaaa that mattress scene
Jun 10, 2020 18:34:55 GMT -6
MeanMark: Right? I maintain the opinion that they should have showed some sort of process for the TF, but still a great scene nonetheless.
Jun 11, 2020 8:26:26 GMT -6
kappa: I feel like the point of that scene was a conversation towards her fears with monogamous long term relationship. The Aging was merely an extension personified, AND, in the backseat of what was really going on. A couple communicating.
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:11 GMT -6
kappa: However, I'd have enjoyed a gradual progression, still, I kinda get that execution
Jun 11, 2020 9:13:59 GMT -6
amoscrow: How do I post some WIPS on here? I wanna post some progress on something me and my GF are working on!
Jun 13, 2020 15:57:38 GMT -6
kappa: Not an expert, but, I think you just insert it on one of the square below the attachmentS
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:03 GMT -6
kappa: the group of boxes, the fourth one
Jun 13, 2020 16:01:34 GMT -6